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Evil Baby Poems | Evil Poems About Baby

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Details | Narrative |


I can hear them from here 
Their wails and cries 
I can see their tears from here 
They are the babies I wasn't bold enough to birth 

Babies my stomach wasn't strong to carry 
Babies I killed before they saw the light of the world 

They were sleeping peacefully inside me 
Growing graciously within me 
Until I took the pills 
And first it was their head
I felt as it dissolved into blood 

Each moment of pain 
I could hear them asking me 
Why Mama?
Why not give us a chance to be the best God wants us to be? 

I felt them fighting terribly for life inside me 
All I could do was to hold my stomach 
As I rounded into a ball in the corner of my sorrow
Then slowly I felt life slip out of them 
And slowly the fighting ceased in a loud silence 

As I looked down, I felt between my thighs, a fluid 
But it wasn't blood, but the dreams and Ambitions my babies could have had
All streaming down my thighs 

'My MA and PA  will scold me'
' I don't want shame all over me ' I begged 
Then like angels without wings, I saw them! All in white 
They were two beautiful boys ...

Boys I could have given the best I never had 
'I'm sorry ' I uttered 
Then slowly they turned their backs and left 
And written on the path they stood was 

(This is to children who were too perfect for the world to see)

Copyright © Abosede Ogundare | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

A Torn World

Dying starving kids in the streets of Calcutta. 
Lepers, faceless and worthless pieces of flesh, 
kicked and tossed in the nearest cesspool. 
Low caste Hindus hated and harried from the Ganges. 

Women raped in the streets of South Africa. 
Their bloody torn panties---flags of rapist victory. 
Tribal warfare, shooting each other for no reason. 
Mutilation and torture in their hot sweaty cells. 

Faces slashed by muggers’ knives on London tube. 
Reckless thugs on Brixton side killing to get some change. 
Beggars punched black and blue, left to rot in East End's slums. 
While politicians sing tunes of law and order at Westminster. 

Old freezing tramp seeks shelter in warm sty. 
Jailed for break and enter, slowly dying. 
Who cares, the law must be seen to do justice, 
Our judges say as they hold a minute of silence for dead soldiers! 

Let's bash these Jews and brown-black bastards in their chants of racial hatred, 
Echoing in European and American streets, kill em to preserve their purity. 
Their whiteness and Aryan image mustn't be poisoned by these animals. 
Then the killing and slicing begin in the dark corners of the metropolis. 

Fighting in Israel, the Middle East and Afghanistan is man's thrill, 
as a flood of blood soaks the war-torn lands and they smile 
at wasted lives to hail a religion and a useless cause. 
Wars created by man for fun and games but we're the pawns! 

Oh God when will the angry ravage and savage evil of man stop? 
When will our children be able to run in golden fruit scented fields? 
Drink cow’s pure milk and crunch crusty bread reaped from the land of wheat. 
When will human suffering end and life of love and peace with God prevail?

Copyright © Raj Napal | Year Posted 2016

Details | Senryu |

Planned Parenthood

    planning parenthood 
 birth control and abortion 
      no babies allowed

Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

Evil Intent

Vile creatures write bibles in a hole
Cursed with powers out of control
To take what is not theirs, that is the goal
Satanic smiles saved for such occasions

In seclusion they build commandments 
Create wars, massacre the masses, laugh
In their souls darkness starts with madness
Intentions are so simple posed in words 

Babies cry out from their protected womb    
Evil hears them long before their birth
Sprinkled like fairy dust the demons come
Disarming in charm, there to lead them on

Fresh to the taste of life in air the infants take
Breathe their first breath through labor pain
Laid bare and frankly, dangerous
They scream out loud for no apparent reason

Monstrous men are there to give them death 
Stalin knew how to butcher thoroughly
Five million at a time, his own people died
He takes the cake for killings in the millions

But one creature stands alone in mass murder scored
So much for Socialism and history recorded
Who controls the agriculture in the land of China
And the movement that caused a curse on all humanity  

Down to the last dead babies soul left in the soil
“The Great Leap Forward” mass starvation stands alone
Fresh from the womb into the arms of doom forever 
Chairman Mao Zedong is that master, the face of evil ever after

Created on 6/23/16 for - “Evil Is Everywhere” Poetry Contest- Sponsored by: Brian Davey

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Naked and Ashamed -Part 2-

I need some time to reflect
To dive into my imagination…to ponder as I sink
Into my sea of thoughts and paradise...
I'm on a mission... 
To discover a previous prize
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
If I could, I could surely give it to you...and fulfill your fantasies
If I could, I could invite you inside my mind...
If I could, I could make you fly away from the world's anxieties 
If I could, I could find
You treasure... Beyond measure 
This feeling has no name...it has no specific label...
This feeling hunts me down like game...but I must remain capable 
Of saving myself and you of course...
Baby, don't get outtah course... You know what I mean
Baby, I want to know what's on your mind...I don't want to force
To answer me immediately...but I want the answer...

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
They all say it's greener on the other side of the barbwire fence...
Don't fence me in...with your powerful actions and love... I know you...I ain't dense 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Hey x3
You clothe me up...
What's up with you today?
I'm naked and ashamed
Turn the other way...
'Cause today is not the only day
I feel so damn afraid...
But hey x3
You make me feel whole
How was your day? 
Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
I wanna make you happy for the rest of your life... And delete the strife
From your stressful, fast-pace life

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

The Troll

Way down deep in the depths of hell
There once lived an evil old woman troll
She was haggard, very old and twisted
Her face had warts and was also whiskered

The troll lived alone in an underground cave
She wanted someone with her to be her slave
She wasn’t particular and anyone would do
Troll looked around coz she wasn’t bothered who

One day the troll took a walk outside
An elfin came along and took her as his bride
They lived ever after in the troll’s dark cave
Troll got what she wanted her very own slave

It wasn’t very long before the troll got broody
She was getting angry and was always moody
Elfin decided that she should have a little troll
So Troll had a baby and she treats it like a doll

Baby troll grew up to look just like her mummy
Troll didn’t like having baby troll in her tummy
The baby troll grew up to be an Elfin Troll girl
She had met a partner had his heart in a whirl

So they played at happy families and lived ever after
The underground cave was filled with love and laughter
No more nasty evil trolls lived there anymore
There was love and humour and little children galore

Copyright © Pamela Griffiths | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |

Why Am I So Angry

Hey Big Government, I woke up today feeling angry,
and YOU are the reason why, thank you kindly.
All of you prevented me from flying, I couldn't see baby,
who is fighting for her life and could be taken from me unexpectedly.
All of you have no idea the monster you have released within me.
I promise, every single one of you is going to pay for this very harshly.

Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

The Well

Lightning flashes across the sky,
And dark rain clouds slowly roll in.
In the distance I hear a baby cry,
And the mother's about to commit a grave sin!

The babies mother is only fourteen,
Raped for a whole year by her own father.
She has no pride or self esteem,
And keeping the baby, she'd rather not bother!

She looks down a dark abandoned well,
Her dog Alex barks nearby.
She vows, she will never tell;
And drops the babe down the shaft to die!

Tears roll down her cheek,
As the babes wails end with a "splash"!
She finds it difficult to speak,
As her father bursts out the back door with a "crash"!

He grabs her arm yelling, "what have you done?"
With a look of uncertainty.
"You always said you wanted a son,
So I killed the abomination you put inside of me!"


Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The fool

How could you hurt me so I want to know
It's not fair to string someone along that did
Nothing but care
This is so unfair yet you feel nothing and 
Continued lying leading me on because now 
I'm nothing but a fool you depended on
Your toy when you see fit never taken me 
Anywhere in public no time spent days apart
It's okay for you you destroyed my heart
Tore it apart cause I wasn't who you wanted 
Or ever cared about just made me believe
You was everything I need 
Turns out your the same 
Unfortunately you played a better game

Copyright © Trina Hamel | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

not born equal Created Equal

As God finished the knitting in setting this soul free
And so it seemed fitting that this child would now be
A little bit alike, a little bit different yet totally unique
A soul created and Heaven sent as to His Glory I speak

It's where we all came from that little child in the womb
Yours not the same for it didn't end up being your tomb
So many sacrifices were made time over and time again
And more often then not people prayed but that was then

As the newborn cries out his parents teeming with pride
For them there is no doubt for truth you can never hide 
He reaches towards the sky and kicks with two tiny feet
Stirring one to ever wonder why one allows such deceit 

Looking at that baby knowing you are set in your ways
Hoping that if just maybe for you the whole world prays
The Lord will stop your hand in warming your cold heart
Unable to understand there's such complicity on your part

A single cell, 46 chromosome organism found on any planet, 
but Earth, would be considered life.  Stupid humans.

Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |


The dew drops on the grass,
The whirling water of calm lake,
The unfolding bud of the rose,
The butterfly in the cocoon,
The newly rising sun ,
Delighted and heard  the first cry
Of the newly born child.
Fallen angels on earth
Tempted and smelled the scent 
Of newly-cut umbilical cord,
They're feasting for discord.
The lightning flashed,
The thunder sounded loud.
Blinded and deafened 
This fallen angels' crowd.

La la la la,halleluja.
The baby on the cradle
Sleeps well that in 
A minute or after
Giggles and smiles
As eyes kept close,
Played with the angels
And sang with their lyres.
The sleeping baby
Feels rocked by and by.

She grew ,stumbled,
And fell and fooled
By the angels of underworld,
And became mad, and sad.
Till renewed and be good.
The angels of the GOD 
Won the fights
of this woman's numerous plights.
And she cries, and cries a river
Like a baby on the cradle
For they bade goodbye
The angels and the lyres
Disappeared from her eyes.

They fly and fly
Form a line and strung the lyres
Sing for an old woman
Just lately died.
Laid on her cradle,
Keeping her totally asleep
While her winned soul
Joined the exequy
to the well-known pearly gate.

Then looking at the corpse
She's lying solemnly
Coz the angels 
From celestial hierarchy
Playing the lyres magnificently
Singing her a lullaby
While her soul flies by
to her eternal haven
Beyond the blue sky.

o hah!o hah!o hah!
Another vagitus,
Another juveniles to be cradled
to be sang and played,
to be cared and to be prayed.
The angels prepared their lyres 
for another fight between 
the darkness and the light.

April 5,2017

Copyright © DAHLIA CRISTOBAL | Year Posted 2017