Unborn Baby Poems | Examples
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Witness on the sidewalk,
lives defending life,
some youth, some middle age,
and elderly.
Praying out loud or silently,
God hears them and
He blesses them defending
His unborn lambs.
I would stand there too in
front of the abortion clinic,
til arthritis made it difficult.
We faced much hostility,
we were cursed at,
some threatened,
nationally and in other
countries,
some of us physically assaulted.
But no matter where we are-
our prolife prayers will not be
struck down,
witness on the sidewalk,
lives defending life. ~
In an instant,
one or more lives can be changed forever.
A car crosses the road,
now headed for a pick-up truck.
The driver, husband and father to be,
lies dead on the road.
The wife and mother to be will some how survive,
but will never be the same.
The unborn baby will also survive,
their lives will be changed forever.
Their loving mother will make hard choices,
this precious little one will be adopted out.
All three lives have been changed forever,
just one person caused all this pain.
We weep midst winter roses
of our collective mourning,
be it in springtime 's bloom,
or November rains.
The young women who died,
they wanted their unborn,
they spoke up for them,
planned for their births.
Yet, the icy barren souls of
the murderous fathers demanded
they get an abortion.
These brave mothers refused,
and became victims of a particularly
heinous prochoice violence.
It's more common than many care
to admit,
and families are left to grieve
precious people.
God's lamentation,
their mother's love treasured,
and their names engraved in
Heaven's life book.
Please don't forget these victims,
light a candle, say prayers,
as we weep midst winter roses
of our collective mourning. ~
The lunatics finally did it
And it’s gonna drive us all wild
A man has an x-ray in the NHS
They will ask if he may be with child
Picture the scene, it’s almost obscene
If x-rayed at some later date
They’ll ask if I’m pregnant and I will say, “No…
But, Doctor, I am a bit late.”
The doc’s chin will drop to the floor
The unborn rank high in their fears
He’ll ask me, “How late?” And I’ll calculate…
“It’s something like sixty-five years!”
I dreamt I was in a church,
I was walking up to the candlelit altar.
There were clergy garbed in vestments,
whether they were Catholic or Episcopal,
I don't recall.
A mourning Mass was about to begin.
I approached an open small mahogany coffin,
an infant lost to abortion was lying in it,
instead of the bassinet it deserved to be
born into.
I placed my hand tenderly on the
lacy-robed babe.
Suddenly, the baby stirred and came to life,
gently cooing as many babies do.
The Life Dream,
sweet omnipresent Christ,
our prayers for unborn and born children.
Your infants of the ages,
of the earth's mother's receiving bosoms.
Our sorrows become our joys,
we saved through Your grace-
more of Your precious ones today. ~
Crepuscular rays filtered through the trees:
Tall black cypresses around a dark shrine,
Evening grim bells toll as I feel the freeze,
Conscious the tomb covered with rambling vine,
While nocturnal butterflies just decline.
I could not help utter a maze of sighs,
My desolate unborn baby just lies,
Never forgotten, but always evoked
Except the woman who'll never get wise.
Cursed she'll be, an oath I never revoked.
Fiction
I am against abortion. But I am in favour of forgiving.
the stillborn baby, gone- then mother too;
wrapped arms 'round my unborn child.
Nigh are the chronicles through infant lens
that begins its long unimagined page,
and behold, all the world to its far ends
shall in time be your playground and your stage.
But for now we wait in last days careworn
a labour of love and bounty of life -
on my honour I’ll welcome my firstborn
when in my keep I hold my son and wife.
Gift him the arts and mercies of good men,
make heard his voice over the bark of most
and not want for love or false praise ask - then
my boy, my son, I’ll have no prouder boast.
Soon this big world you will enter my child
and soon a first breath and a firstborn smile.
Written: October 1999
For Oscar
The Supreme Court leaked its mysteries.
Into the face of purple mountain majesty.
Above the fruited rainbowed plains
from sea to shining sea....
The radical masses foamed at the mouth.
Like November's rabid storm clouds.
"Our body, our choice they screamed.
(Unless it involves experimental vaccines).
The hypocrisy ran like devil grease.
Into the eyes of blinded sheep...
The unborn were tossed a ring into thrashing seas.
To breach the scythe of the Doc's Hippocratic hypocrisy.
Just above the dawning of a newborn's Dream.
The cry of the dead
the wail of those gone
unheeded by the uncaring living
who dully carry on
Are their pleas any different
from the screams of those unborn
aborted by the uncaring living
who dully carry on
Where go the unborn?
no breathe shall draw in this world
no rocking or lullabies
no breast shall comfort
no earthly mother to hold
reborn miraculously
From pages the book
divine narratives bestowed
transformed to cherub angels
deliver blessings
illuminate consciousness
creative inspiration
Entered in the Fives and Sevens Poetry Contest
Placed 4th
Sponsor: Joseph May
Image No. 2
Dated 17.07.2019
This my wet appointed case;
I cling, I don’t die.
Future, school desire, patience.
Twitching neck, legs, silky wiry web vains do gather.
Lemon tea, eggs are very delicious.
Another sock found, laughter breaks.
I am, I exist!
Love soft wish,
with a kick.
God admiring from afar with a kiss.
Think back when you first.
Did you know; you are here.
Life giving womb, silent and sacred
mystical, blood red embryo connected
cords from umbilicus, abstract limbo
unborn life, undiscovered, now growing.
Enclosed in the confines of limited space
haven from the world, as yet unknown
unborn life, feeding moment by moment
living lines and altering shapes, ever reliant.
Cover the little child, unborn, in love
keep it protected, now undisturbed
freedom in birth, to live and to breathe
hope for the future, this new life, to live.
Written on 5/20/2015
A new seed is growing inside my wife.
In several months, we will have a new life.
I really don’t care if it’s a girl or boy.
This offspring will give the entire family joy.
For a very bright future, I have a plan.
If the baby is a boy, he will grow into a man.
Off to school he will go to get knowledge.
My son will graduate with honors from college.
Afterwards, a very bright future awaits.
My boy will be elected President of the United States.
first glimpse of light
a mommy and daddy's face
a sister or brothers touch
the smell of grandma and grandpa
a special home
a bed of my own
cuddled in my mother's arms