Adoption Poems - Poems about Adoption

(From the novel: The Truth About Make-Believe by Mickey Grubb) Standing in the middle of the rear seat, the tiny legs moved quickly from side to side to keep the rest of the body upright and in place as the car made its way through the night over narrow, winding West Virginia roads. There had to be someone in the...

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Taken away at birth... Damaged to human touch... So I don't like to feel much... Me and my primordial wound. I have a hole in my chest... one that food, sex and drugs cannot sate... so please don't embrace me unless you can relate... to me and my primordial wound! You say you don't see color... but to you I'm still just another... and you...

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Growing up, white c****** liked to study my every move. If I showed weakness, they could break in and take control. In the sunken place, that's mind, body and soul... and I couldn't scream because white people could do no wrong! Being adopted is a kinda Hell that doesn't let up. White community, so black is never good enough. So, I...

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Adoptee Victim of the Holidays by Corey Quinn (Chaotic rhyme scheme to match my emotional state) As I enter the home to over salted deviled eggs, loud dogs and poisonous side conversations, the adoptive family quickly unleashes their shallow holiday greetings and stale smiles. The black sheep of the family has entered the home with the people pleaser...

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My mother was catatonic, symphonic chronic is what I smoke. Livinin it bougie, choosin floosies no uzis and then I choke. You can be me, insane cerebral cortex is just what I feel. Living pervy swerving Lexus and hexes to get the deal! I'm the homosexual, heterosexual, suicidal bloke. I was adopted by white family and to them I'm just a...

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I’m not a whole person, I don’t think I ever was I’m a master at losing; Cause I’ve never won Robbed of a mother, and a father imprisoned A grandfather angry, at any chance given - With few who loved me, or who showed it I guess There was only one woman, who strayed from the rest Offering me love, a grandmothers...

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fears left behind as your brown eyes twinkle finding a new home...

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Ephesians 1:5-6 NIV? [5] he predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will— [6] to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves. An, orphan being tossed around. How, did my ears not hear the sounds. My, eyes I plea how...

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When we think of adoption, We seldom see it through the eyes of a child, Too often blinded by our own egos, Too often carried away on cloud nine, Expectations galore, Plans already in place, On what will happen at our place, Gratefulness for our kindness a foregone conclusion. Too often I see that in those who adopt, While we have not officially...

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John 1:12-13 NIV? [12] Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God— [13] children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God. ?John 3:5-6 NIV? [5] Jesus answered, “Very truly I tell you, no...

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another option came up with a concoction for an adoption...

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Mother father child a loving family found a fresh start on life...

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I am the hard surface that you see. Pretty and useful. Multicultural yet just. Break the fragile glass into pieces and find shards of pain and fragments of sadness, broken and messy. I am glass. I am Yu-Ri ...

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The newest addition to my family My bro-in-law christened him Milo Another named him Jimmy He’s more like a Chuckie to me—driving me loco The greenest eyes He’s pretty lucky He loves pink salmon and playing catch with crumpled paper I toss, the unwanted poems I scratch Biggie (aka) needs weight loss I tumbled as I stepped over him, A simple little thing By eliminating gravy ‘til he...

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When you were born On the first of July I was so broken hearted I wished I could die 'Cause I'd made the choice To say goodbye Such a sad sounding word Still makes me cry I stood hour after hour In the hospital ward Just looking at you face I never got bored The window between us Cut like a sword The bond we had forged Through...

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