Abortion Poems | Examples of Abortion Poetry

She gave her word and I just believed, was the best thing that happened to me, but, before long, on camera I see her sneaking with a man who lives up the street. Probed her for truth, but, oh, she just lie, never had a hint of guilt in her eyes, how can someone feel that justified, even showed her the tape,...

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Cowboy poem Cityscape, tall building, and smog-filled evening sky In New York, no one sleeps here; a camel smokes a cigarette and no one  finds that unusual The big apple, tall women, and juicy scandals, what else is there to know Prosperity, even a bus driver can make it rich be frugal, collect his mother's pension long after  She has died or gone to Galveston ...

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Happy Mother’s Day! Hooray, should I say? Nay! ‘Tis naught but disarray you fool I dodge ducks – their beluga-toned feathers at least– and the platinum pillows from whence they came Whizzing by like my long four years of fame, Eggs of pikachu hue, toast of darkest sinew Oh no, I must go She’s as happy as a blobfishy How was I to...

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Summer and a dog Pure sunlight on a forever blue sky beaches full of laughing people and Happy Holiday, by Cliff Richard Out of the sun glare came a cur an emaciated dog that had walked and walked for many miles to reach a goal, finding the way home Under a bush, it collapsed, and I gave her water, found food for her, yes,...

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“It's a girl!” The female form, the rounded edges that soothe and nurture Shaped and created by gentle hands to fit a shoulder under a heavy arm Beast of burden I was formed this way and now I am bruised and soft from the many blows life has landed upon me As ages pass,we continue to strive to be...

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A piece to heart BY:KHANYA ive found my own, alone leaving my heart in shambles dark in the cold as i was told, that love is a place where you’d find peace and yet i believed otherwise because i was crossed so many times but this time i thought of you and i wanted nothing but to be loved...

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after 'Berck-Plage' by Sylvia Plath (1) A sheet of glass, this expanse of water. How its tranquillity mocks my unrest. Bloated beachballs and balloons travel the park and float from diminutive hands. Bodiless voices call in the sun and bounce off these sizzling surfaces. It is not surprising I wear cool clothing and masquerade serenity. Swollen laburnum pods harbour their horror - wombs cradling their malignancies. Such...

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I rather prefer the scarce yet simple and faint whispers where the quiet reaches the quell as the still in the storm rises till the rains booned befall downward only to stain each of every argument born hearts there now bared complain not and would never quell this that nor Any nightingales sound nay Even wing I say Yet do tell Miss daylight to ponder her path...

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maybe if the spoon agreed to wear Tuesday we could reinvent the parachute in lowercase....

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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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