Abortion Poems | Examples of Abortion Poetry

My mind is locked, I feel so low Drowning deep, don't know where to go I search for keys to unlock my brain But thoughts are stuck, driving me insane I wish I could break free from pain But darkness grips, refuses to wane Suicide's not the answer, I know My mind's a mess, feeling lost and slow I see the key, but...

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I have an innocent fellow in me, I keep it hide from around me. He has no mind but only a heart, so pure, so delicate and innocent, I need to keep it away from all, world so wicked, intentions of devil. He needs faith; He speaks the truth, But around disguised in devil faith, And You did a dangerous thing. Assured him as...

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They kill, children A hum of silence met me Dead babies everywhere like dolls on the filthy carpet a lone soldier guarded the ghastly scene looked stunned and dazed, said we had to do this they are the enemy of tomorrow a man in a protective suit and mask came in spraying white snow like powder, covering the horror body fluid ran...

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s*u*m*m*e*r is e—n—d—i—n—g f*l*o*w*e*r*s now w along paths~ ...

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No name no echo only blood flowing skin without edges as you stumble through life the breach within a wound opaque origin before form missing beat when you believe you feel a hollow in the bones uncreated the body before the body....

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Verse 1- It’s like I’m here in the past, A depiction of first but I’m coming in last, I know you wanted this so disregard my regret, As I slowly lite this bowl imma toast a couple to you, cause ain’t no one got me like you got me addiction it’s true, you been by...

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Who made hell within me? Night was darkest but it, Did not fill its darkness in me, All the moons were eclipsed, Moon light was vanished in me, Society of human made a moving, Ever burning painful hell within me. ...

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I'm so conflicted, I can't find my way back home. I've been missing, I tried to save myself again. I've been wishing, A star would find this hole in me. My heart keeps skipping, down the road to a loathsome beat. I keep slipping, I'm so high I've lost my feet. The words their all missing, from everything I wanted to say. I'm so conflicted...

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From Russia with love Russia is a strange and great country, not quite in Europe and not quite Eastern, they react to mayhem but seldom intimate it; for those who are history less they won The brutal war of 1940 and 1945 by breaking the back of the German army and making it possible by Britain and the USA to take...

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With an unfamiliar phrase, she reassured me. the fact that clouds are always passing, Additionally, the burden we are currently bearing No difference will be made as the night becomes glassy. We sat there with our legs crossed on the old grass, Using silence as a form of communication. The world slowed down, the atmosphere was pleasant, A little cool and a...

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A queen was spinning flax one day. She gave her loom a jerk. (Don’t ask what “flax” or “looms” might be, or why a queen must work). She pricked her finger (careful, now!) yet Sigmund Freud would say these children’s tales are full of smut – there is no other way. Three drops of blood fell in the snow (she’s spinning flax outside?) She thought...

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We were made to believe that silence, for a man, is relief so we bottle it all up even when our heartbeats stop. We were shaped into robots sponges for the world's troubles soaking in pain and problems as if endurance was our fate. But truth is, there’s no strength in silence. It only comforts for a moment so I’m unraveling this silence to exist after...

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(written, not from experience – but from hearing the screams of the voiceless) a letter from home, the womb where I grow… 2 Corinthians 12:9 “And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power...

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Pick me the single garden weed Who wants to be a lovely flower If allowed to grow and be empowered By loves sweet lavender fragrance Inhale and be under its spell Pick me like the last little yellow hope For a miracle in a medical emergency The herbs and spices dicing denim dilemma Calming your blood pressure naturally...

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the bridge In the middle of the bridge, we leaned on its railing and looked into the slimy, green, and slow running stream. Its bank, decorated with plastic bottles, used condoms, a long-since-dead dog, yet grinning as recalling a filthy joke and a three-month-old abortion, half eaten by discerning water rats. Over this beauty of decay hung...

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