Best Aborting Poems
Supporting killing children
they will never ever get my vote again
when you abort a baby
your aborting God from your life
Non-christian parties
now they manifest in our country
protect the eight and democracy our freedom
Any party that supports death as a way forward
has lost my vote forever more
and I am not alone in this opinion in protecting our eight
to keep democracy safe and real
not infiltrated by foreign demons
Turning away from the commandments is a poor state of play
twisting every good value and deed pretending to care
offering choice a word that was given from above as a server
Pro killers I call anyone
who supports these doctor Shipphams
every soul has the right to live
Funny how good values has become the silent facts altered
people are afraid to be real and voice the truth as having the highest value
What kind of clown government calls a referendum
to remove certain protections at the cost of over 25 million
better they kept our country as is and house real problems
Beginning with the homeless and show caring compassion
rather than squander the money promoting sin
True Irishmen and Women would turn in their graves
they each and every one would lay their life down for their children
not murder them as this country needs to awaken
freedom has been removed bit by bit
this shedding blood is inhumane
it's time we stand in numbers for God
He is the chariot of our light
Lord, why is it that when we see articles about aborting your babies,
we move on to something else ... and even sometimes get angry?
Why do we argue among ourselves about that?
Is it true, even in these days of scientific break throughs,
that some of your people still believe that abortion
is not the killing of a Human Being?
Isn’t it strange that the killing of babies, which used to be considered evil
at one time, is now considered . .a right?
Even we that are graced enough to still deem it to be wrong, vote for abortion
proponents without a fight.
Knowing of the politician’s abortion voting record, why do
we vote for them anyway with some other excuse in mind?
Oh Lord when you return; .. just what will you find?
You said, “Love each other as I have loved you.”
...Will we argue with You also when our life here is through?
You see Lord we were only voting for the “ choice” to kill your babies.
Choice is the key word here, don’t you see?
I’m sure You must understand legality.
We wouldn’t kill them ourselves. We only pay others to do it with our taxes etc.
So if others I vote for push for laws to "legally" kill them,
what’s that got to do with me ?
I didn’t vote for them on that account, it had to do with the economy you see.
Am I my brother’s keeper? Besides, those babies have never met me.
You also said, Lord, “Seek ye the Kingdom of God and all else will be given unto you.”
Knowing what really happens when we vote for “choice”,
is that still seeking the Kingdom of God?
So Lord, I was thinking….. Your statement about Seeking the Kingdom of God …
..and all else shall be given unto you….. Is that choice too?
Is voting for politicians that we know push for more abortion rights....
Is that seeking the Kingdom of God .. if they call it "Choice" or "Women's rights"?
And if not … what will we get if we choose not to seek it
... you know... by voting for one
who has a record of pushing to kill Your babies.
Isn’t that our choice too? Do we get to vote on that, Lord?
I mean, You know, voting on what we want
that statement of Yours to mean?
Let us know about that okay, Lord?
I thought for sure you already had.
Thanks for your time Lord. I mean .. seriously …
Thanks for “YOUR Time.”
I have seen a rainbow
in a small drop of dew
and a flight to freedom
in an abandoned shoe
and in a beggar's face
I have, O God, seen You.
I have heard the dawn break
as the morning greets us
and the despairing cry
of an aborting fœtus
and in words of comfort
Your voice, O God, exists.
I have felt the trembling
of those who fear the night
and the hope created
by a flickering light.
Your gentle touch, O God
brings my soul full delight.
I have smelled the nectar
in tall stems of flowers
and the cool refreshment
of the gentle showers,
the fragrance of your love
sweetens, O God, my hours.
I have tasted goodness
of unselfish givers
and the sweetest waters
of free-flowing rivers
Your grace, O loving God,
let me taste divine bliss.
The sun was shining, smiling towards mother earth;children happily playing
While through the world mothers were giving birth
Love birds singing in the bright blue sky; husbands and wifes keeping each other warm through out the night
Families uniting, sharing the love all the time; friends bonding with each other
Looking at stars shining bright
All of a sudden thunder came crashing,children running around so rambunctious;
Mothers unfairly aborting the unborn whille others ran out and to their kids caused hurt
Crows flying in a murder,whille couples were going through divorce;
Friends engaging over betrayal some unloyal to jesus selling their souls
As I looked around I closed my eyes tightly, a voice that was unheard told me to keep fighting;
I fought for the righteous with a peaceful sword the sharpest of all, it was GOD'S word
Form:
My sonnet has the temper of a screaming child
because I'll not allow it to run free and wild
Mired on a pad, it damns me. "I want to fly free!"
"You're not ready," I whisper. "Put your trust in me."
It cried, trying to hold on to its pregnant dreams
blaming me for aborting expressive rhyme schemes
"Ask your muse to find more decorous selections."
On her advice, I began to make corrections.
I purged all the rhetoric and made a new start
resulting in the birth of a sonnet with heart
I danced for freedom I'd granted to my verses
No longer do I hear the yowling of curses
I will continue to write with a pliant quill
and an open mind with the ink I choose to spill
Illuminated.
Aeonian flare.
Pandering to earthborn stares.
Forever there.
Through magic, death and secret fires.
Night guide to the labyrinth.
Chased off by sunrise.
Aborting murky dreams in lunar tide.
Eternal God
I thank you for understanding the difficulties I will face if I give birth to this baby
Our lives will have daily hardship if I continue to give birth to this child
Please give me courage to face the people who are against aborting this baby
Shower them wisdom or deep understanding for the reasons of me aborting this child
The baby angel says that You said “the babies are safe in heaven…”
I also want to thank You for giving us women chance in finding my (our lives) life
Choice of whether I’ll abort this child or not but my choice is already done
Finally I thank you for your wisdom to understand where I am
For Your forgiveness in Father Christ name
Amen
Prayer to Poem: 6282018
Poetry Form: Dramatic Monologue
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Some pretty brown birds nesting on a tree
Prank frequently at my other room balcony
Apparently, they were once the main culprits
Of messing it up, bringing a variety of leaves and twigs
They also build thin nests behind my air conditioner
When an egg drops, they may reckon I’m aborting their daughter
One day, I wondered what had sprouted on the floor
At a grimy nook, not quite far from my door
When I looked closely, I was so skeptical
It was a great masterpiece of these clever winged pals
I was so certain that it was not a moss or a grass
But a vine bearing flowers with pretty purple petals
After a week, it revealed exuberantly itself
A lush vine of string beans, I didn’t sow by myself
Was it dropped by those birds or sowed by an invisible elf?
Oh, if it has grown taller than my room, I must have cried for help!
As it crawled and climbed up to the balcony wall
In fascination, I deigned not to ask questions anymore
It climbed up freely to a wall’s faucet as its sturdy trellis
And feasts proudly, spreading its huge and verdant leaves
In tandem was the bearing of its long string bean fruits
Heavily laden, their numbers had no hints – that was a bird’s hoot
I harvested thrice while my smiles were all in glints
And had a delicious vegie salad twice from my lovely magic bean
My last harvest was meant for the next crops
I took all beans from the fruits just for drying up
The brilliant brown birds will no longer need to drop
New seedlings from their magic beans are now growing in pots
I thanked those kind creatures for the magic beans they’ve given
Growing them in my concrete room balcony was like a dream
It wasn’t a fairytale at all, I’ve already given myself a pinch
And my balcony even magically turned into a mini vegie garden
Jan. 31,2015 11.15pm
By: LG
-This is a true story: an experience last July, 2014
First Place
Contest: Magic Beans
Judged: 2/14/2015
Sponsor: My all time favourite and loving poet sis, PD
I sail unaware
into
the ocean currents
of her life:
and
smitten, I
desire to ride
them with her.
Somewhere
along
the ocean
ways, a
seed of love
plants itself in
the soil
of my heart
and takes root
and grows—
only to perish
like
an embryo of
hope
that's aborting itself:
though I love
her still,
she cuts
and lacerates my heart
like a careless
knife.
In spite of
this cruelty and myself,
I look
for encouragement
in her stare.
And
at the outlines
of her
magnificent
form
I marvel:
she is
indeed
a Helen of Troy,
a Venus—
on
whose
loveliness I
so richly gorge!
But never was
a lonelier
man
more wretched
than I
am,
as she cannot
return
my
affections
with equal measure
of feeling
or passion.
I would be gladder
had she been unwedded
to another,
and could more
easily be
within my desirous
and jealous
orbit!
In time, I
never
see her
again;
and love,
or the similitude
of It—
like
some aborted
fetus—
flushes down the
toilet
and dies
with her parting
as well...
Must our eyes even when we blind see
I closed my eyes but Zipporah D ‘Ead was aborting the Evil
Zipporah says Kevin Daddy closed her eyes not to see
And that mother sees but to her it’s no Evil
Remember my daughter all we have is nothing you have to see
Until it’s too late we must see no Evil
Must our ears even when we deaf Hear
I closed my ears but Mama Zipporah was screaming like she saw something Evil
Kevin Daddy says she is stupid she want supposed to hear
And that Zipporah my sister died of nature not Evil
Zipporah my saint pray for mother I need you to Hear
And don’t forget she did her best but too late she is not evil
Remember in this our world money buys ears they all can’t Hear
Until it’s too late we must hear no evil
Must our mouths even when we Dumb Speak
And closed his mouth but Kevin Daddy drunk in his straitjacket must be something Evil
Zipporah and her mother he says to him they speak
Another one they say cray like the world it’s Evil
Remember the voices in our heads shouldn’t Speak
Until it’s too late we must speak no Evil
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As a child, I wished
I could refill
Sky-blue plates
With old grits and scrambled eggs
And raise sons that bled to death during night-labor.
I thought this would resurrect souls
Prematurely swallowed
Six feet below
By the black holes
On Earth.
When I prayed, I cursed
The Angel of Death
For not committing suicide
Or at least aborting Murder.
After God found me,
I helped found a new Garden of Eden
By killing
The Venus flytrap
That feeds off a human's flesh and last breath,
And releases non-essential elements
That even suffocate
Air.
I committed
These acts of kindness
In hopes of being found guilty
Of premeditated
Prevention of murder
And eventually being
Given
The life-after-death sentence.
Believing you are for growing economic opportunities
and shrinking financial risks
AND that you don't mind sacrificing ecological health
and nutritional wealth,
is a confusion of terminology.
There could be no such thing as a sustainable economic system
that is in any way anti-ecological.
Just as there could be no such thing as a healthy economic system
that is not also a politically cooperative,
more than competitive,
systemic network of relationships and transactions.
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I beg of you mother do not murder me as I grow in your womb
I sense your desperation but you are sending me to my tomb
Aborting me will destroy your very soul, leaving you with a deep painful gaping hole
You don't know your gender while confusing pronouns
any opposing view must be shouted down
You learn sex education from drag queens
while believing Christianity is obscene
Excuse for communism it was never done right
only your generation will solve that plight
Sell your soul for gun control claiming to save life
while aborting babies brings you a sick delight
Anything you ever want must be for you free
white people are responsible for all misery
Being Green is your god
supporting globalism the poor it robs
You'll never get married or have children of your own
bitter hateful and angry you'll die alone
Violent rioting and looting you burn down and torch
the neighborhoods and business you claim to support
Disband the police and don't punish crime
while imprisoning political opposition is fine
Don't want borders or have American pride
would be happy if America would died
No liberty no law no rights or constitution
sell your freedom eagerly like prostitution
Wanting A. I . to rule you gladly
to be reduce as a human battery
Global warming is a religion to you
Green policies starve and pollute
Grooming children to destroy family
Being serfs in a ruined economy
You will always be depressed and in a slump
Because in 2024 America re-elects President Trump.
The gloomy storm brightens drab city streets,
leaving mirror puddles on cold black tar
cleansing red blood from curbs of violence,
fetid odors of stale fomented beer.
The sweat of the city evaporates,
invading nostrils like a down hill sewer
inhaling, a gutter gully gusher.
Steam bellows forth in systematic bursts,
aborting unwanted vapor pressure
in subterranean tunnel caverns
from pitted, porous, perforated pipes.
The city bathes itself in acid rain
scoring concrete, etching brick, eating flesh.
This cities' long needed bath is last seen
floating away, skimming old power lines
toward the next open manhole in its path.