Best Aborted Poems

Today’s wind shifts too fast like a tangle
of invisible lint…perhaps dust, quivering
unto fissure of grass where my heart scrapes,
as if the air denies unanswered questions
so blatantly howling about
a litany's crushed promise. Wired thoughts 
rip my tulip bouquet now strewn
on  the wayside of angst: how...

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You said I was a dumbass cause I kept your unborn child
You sexing me like an animal, your going wild
You gave me three hundred dollars and walked away
Like a dumbass, nothing to say
I had a decison to make about whether to keep our unborn child
So...

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Frail leaves fall...I sweep them to the back of my mind.

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Contest: Monoku Madness
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placed 2nd
© 18th August, 2016...

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Attempts to cull the human unborn have caused mass controversy 
despite the widespread damage this can cause to the population 
under stable growth moving forward killing the weaker of our group 

Whom are unable to defend themselves 
from this violent abuse system ever originating 
crushing...

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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...

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Of Daughters and Aborted Liberties…
My ravished womb drips
precious blood of incestuous rape;
the ghosts of my daughters scream
from shared graves
marked with vaginal blood
shed by sons drunk
on the wine of intoxicating power.

Mislead adolescent warriors
fan holocaust embers
scorching time tested hopes
gone to ashes
as death winds strike chimes
of ebony genocide;
and...

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When you and your wife visited,
you shared a question asked by a pastor
of a raped
and thereby pregnant
vulnerably young and questioning parishioner.

"If your unborn child survived
his first year
and walked back into your home
do you think you would still want to kill him?"

Probably not,
I'm thinking.
And,
perhaps more pastorally...

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We aborted the Christ a long time ago
What with the successive thousands of gentle fetuses strangled.
Stop stop! Why lament? Let not the wind be rankled
By thy silly bleats and unbaked ego.

Thee killed the Christ
Thee impeded his coming.
Thee cruel beast flaked with lies
O thee daughters of...

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When she told him that she was pregnant, it made his heart melt.
But then she had an abortion and didn't even ask how he felt.
Yes, it was her body but it was her husband's baby too.
He couldn't forgive her because of what she decided to...

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Won't even get a chance at life,
Two months old and it receives the knife,
Not even a single cry,
Can I ask why?
Why does it have to pay for their actions?
They make the decision to their satisfactions,
As it lays there helplessly and grows,
The baby doesn't even know,
That...

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The day you conceived me in your womb
I greeted my creator with a thousand thanks
In your womb i laid happily and grateful
I merely died of laughter in there because
You harboured me in your womb like a god
You have a dancing shoes with nimbles soles
Whilst i...

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T’was last night when Helen ran in weeping-
‘’ when will the savior be sent again? 
Or be we been abandoned to our follies?’’
‘’ma’am,’’said I to weeper, ‘’the church and governments,
Have brought abortion into legitimacy. 
‘’So, ‘’ I heaved to hearer, ‘’what don’t we say
God is...

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Blow down the little baby like a paper boat.
Downstream where the dead fish flow.
Blood of life, blood of stones thrown.
Arrow, bow, find the doe while she is sleeping.
She doesn’t want to know that you will gut her,
or smell the hand of the one
who’ll put her...

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I see strange fruits on familiar trees
and fresh fishes in stagnant seas.
I see sparrows growing in the garden...
and flowers flying in skies with heavy burden.
Echoes of reality resound with uncertainty...
Silence screams from depth of serenity...
Beauty basks in the womb of death...
Who will rescue a generation...

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We are a generation aborted after birth
though the elders tells us that
we are the custodian of a brighter tomorrow,
that is false, the truth is,
we met our future in the hands of politians.
Money
is more valuable than
life
never will we believe that
we are a generation aborted after birth!
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