Best Aborts Poems
New World Order...The Rulers wield their silver shields,
wear golden coronets
while warders guard the prison yard,
boast brazen bayonets
and unicorns flaunt ivory horns
defe......
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Categories:
aborts, drug, society,
Form:
Rhyme
Across a Crowded Room...Beauty is something we see
with individual eyes,
deep within our soul,resides
attraction,waiting ,asleep
yet longing to be aroused;
Our need to be recognised,
a desire to recognise,
reciproc......
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Categories:
aborts, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Ruins of Transformation...RUINS OF TRANSFORMATION
Hands hold, faces face
Eyes lock, bridge distance
Time stops in silent grace.
Hands hang, faces distort
Eyes glare, bridge burns
Past cras......
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Categories:
aborts, relationship, time,
Form:
Rhyme
An Unwanted Pregnancy...Her expectation exits
through the door of a clinic.
Doctor aborts her request.
Odor of rotten emotions
spreads on her face.
Carrying without marrying
is the mother of shame.
Thorns in societ......
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Categories:
aborts, life,
Form:
Free verse
Palinoides of My Making...truth, word play. silly, how I feel, spoken word, humour, food
PALINODES STOLEN To LIFE’S CHANGES!
I would like to say; this ‘palinode stolen from life’s trials and tribulations---
To what I hav......
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Categories:
aborts, confusion, food, how i
Form:
Verse
An Unwanted Pregnancy...Her expectation exits
through the door of a clinic.
Doctor aborts her request.
Odor of rotten emotions
spreads on her face.
Carrying without marrying
is the mother of shame.
Thorns in society prick ......
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Categories:
aborts, life,
Form:
Free verse
Little Girls...Coming from the same plane.....
They start talking, he offers to buy her a drink which she agrees
A soft drink, it's just fanta
He shows her how to put the straw in through the lid
This is her f......
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Categories:
aborts, age, girl, women,
Form:
Prose
Warning: Barely Closeted Monsters Lurk Here...Warning: Barely Closeted Monsters Lurk Here!
Religious freedom’s what’s at stake! True monsters wage this war!
God’s told THEM (1) just when life begins (so faith that dif......
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Categories:
aborts, faith, love, science,
Form:
Rhyme
One Fresh Day...Gobble gobble to and fro,
Meals prepared layed out for show,
Show thanks on this very day,
Coming once a year; then astray.
Roads become the one way ticket,
Families coome far to sit,
Around th......
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Categories:
aborts, holiday, thanks, thanksgiving, thanks,
Form:
Blank verse
My Best Na Ever Perhaps...re post inspired by theme of Laura contest
Beauty is something we see
with individual eyes,
deep within our soul,resides
attraction,waiting ,asleep
yet longing to be aroused;
Our need to be......
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Categories:
aborts, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Embryonic Soul...Each day an extension of my time
so each morning a risk and opportunity
to avoid greedy egocentrism
to step into harmonious eco-centered consciousness.
Each still-wombed entity extends Mother's......
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Categories:
aborts, birth, creation, culture, life,
Form:
Free verse
A Syllabic Free Verse...Beauty is something we see
with individual eyes,
deep within our soul,resides
attraction,waiting ,asleep
yet longing to be aroused;
Our need to be recognised,
a desire to recognise,
reciproc......
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Categories:
aborts, beauty,
Form:
Didactic
What Kind of Man You Are...What kind of man would rape his Mother
What kind of man you are
What kind of man would kill his brother
What kind of man you are
Save his soul
Vile, low down, wretched sinful one
Where yo......
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Categories:
aborts, allusion, conflict, confusion, corruption,
Form:
Lyric
A Nightmare...The system aborts.
(Multiple organs failure)
A deviant art
of dying pompously.
I wish, I was on a -
moving floor, sailing
without a walk, looking at
the camouflaged ceiling.
The shrill vo......
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Categories:
aborts, art,
Form:
ABC
Mortality...Here silence reigns supreme all time,
And evening melts away
Into the night in distant sight
From where the locals stay.
The murmur of the grove distracts
My stiff and weary shin,
Yet t......
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Categories:
aborts, art,
Form:
Ballad