Best Adoption Poems
For many many years her dream was denied
Every month she prayed, every month she cried
Hospital investigations she painstakingly endured
Sadly she was infertile and this couldn’t be cured
She spoke to her husband about adoption
It gave them hope – it was a possible option
Application forms completed, then test after test
Would they be accepted – they hoped for the best
With guts and determination they continued their dream
Would their chance of parenthood ever be seen?
Then they got a phone call, a baby had been found
Abandoned by its mother and left on waste ground
When she finally held the baby for the first time
The smile on her face was simply divine
No longer childless, with her adoption they did gain
Finally parents with a daughter named Charmaine
Contest: Guts and Gain - Olive E Guillermo
07~08~15
I have two daughters
Each beautiful and smart
One born from my loins
And one born from my heart.
My biological offspring
I call "mini-me"
My eyes, my temper,
My need to be free.
The day she was born
My life felt renewed
By this chubby, sweet cherub
White, raven-haired, nude.
I "get" how she thinks
I know how she feels
I know how to fix it
So each broken part heals.
Five years flew by
And like the kick of a fetus
My heart sack swelled
For a child to need us.
And so my next girl
Came forth from my love
A four-year-old beauty
Sent down from above.
No copy of me
This brown, wondrous child!
Her questions so fierce,
Imagination so wild!
I wondered at first
How much feeling could bloom
For a child who came
From another mom's womb.
But soon I would realize
Like her sister before her
I would do anything to
Protect and adore her.
So proudly I brag of
Girls born worlds apart:
One born of my womb
And one born of my heart!
God adopts each child
Whose
Parents in heaven has
Called!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 August 2015
The Adoption of a Friend
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2014
From obedience to God’s great commission,
He allowed the tiniest of seed to be sown.
For years I imagined this seed as waste,
Perhaps it had just fallen, upon a stone?
Or maybe perished from lack of moisture,
While I spent time seeking, for her, God’s best.
That this seed wasn’t swallowed by some crack,
All the time believing God could do the rest;
But since that unplanned day long years ago,
That diminutive seed has genuinely grown.
A friendship, that time had frozen, has passed,
And evolved into a kinship, for me, full blown;
Each time we plant any seed, and expect a harvest,
We unknowingly are expressing our faith in God.
Tom
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 could thy not see.
Leading, me into captivity,
Of, my soul longing to be set free.
These, feet leading me into darkness of the night.
As, if there was no source of light.
Oh, these hands trying to build on my own.
As, if I was a farmer that could reap a sown.
I would hear the harvest is here.
But, how could this world teach me not to fear.
Giving, up by the division and hate.
Left to wander where are those which,
Seek , the narrow path of the Living gate.
One, night alone while opening up God's word.
Seeking, not what I had learned from my herd.
God, heard my humble cry and breathed in life.
In this dead body that was lost in strife.
This, feeling of finding a new home.
While, being purified to longer roam.
Giving, up my mankind foolish ownership.
Seeking, the likeness of this new Kinship.
To receive adoption into God's sonship.
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 gets slim
Pet adopting
It’s what the New Year will bring
What is life all about in the choices that I make
are they all wrong from this nightmare will I ever awake?
My heart is bleeding hard the blood slowly runs
my God what have I done?
Do I see light through the window or just my face as it reflects
the choice I have to make who's life will it affect?
My tears slowly run as I see your first breath
so tiny 'Oh so small' as you snuggle and caress
The whole world is for you hoping not to regret
but I do it for love never for neglect
You can't see me now as they slide you from my arms
but I can still hear you cooing as they walk you down the hall
Alone I now stand with no life I have planned
the emptiness of my soul I just don't understand
I wonder the streets at night with no place to call home
only grief and sorrow because I know you are gone
If God lets me stay and live my life to an older age
I pray one day we'll meet in the fields of golden hay
Life has come and gone a young woman you have grown
with another family who loves you this I am told
I know you wish to seek me for I feel the tug in my heart
as it bleeds for the baby girl I had to let go the pain is still sharp
I know you are close to finding me but here on earth is not to be
please don't cry my child I'm with you even though my face is unseen
You may feel sad we never got a chance to meet
for heaven I have gone
But remember this: Each day I looked into the mirror
and the face I saw looking back
was that baby girl and her soft breath as it blew upon my neck.
Dedicated to: My Sister Susan who we have found that my Mother placed up for adoption.
T Reams 2015 copyright
Today is so very special
the day you were chosen
the cutest smile
and most vibrant halo
you were brighest of the cherubs
and once again we celebrate
the day your path was laid
that lead you to my door step
and conquered my heart
So I say have a very special
Adoption Day
be cheerful and proud
for this day means as much to me as it does to you.
(for my wife Courtney Dyer)
P.S read her poetry she's good
I wanted to be adopted again,
Guardianship wasn’t enough,
I wanted to bear your name with pride,
Have love that was tough.
I needed to be called “Daughter” again,
For you to look at me with pride,
I needed you to smile at me with love in your eyes,
To call my name and say, “Stand by my side.”
But then I realized I was already taken,
Not by you but by Someone up above,
I realize I had been spoken for all along,
Spoken for with love.
“He destined us for adoption
As His children through Jesus Christ”,
It says that in Ephesians 1:5,
Adoption by God feels nice.
He gives me all the love I want,
The things that I need,
He adopted us here on Earth,
He planted a seed.
I’m glad I was taken,
Not by you but by God,
For being spoken for all along,
Spoken for with love.
The Godliness of Adoption is...
Or is it not?
…A beautiful spring sprung floret of rose. A rose brought home from humanity's colorful garden of trust? Yet, it was not all that long ago when each cut stem, entrusted to its own gardener's worthy and caring hands?
Hands, now too soon stripped and emptied. Hands that were easily led astray by the coersions of now self-appointed zealots. They, with hands marked with ever stained bloody thorn pricked fingers, which now present each torn stem of rose on heaven-like sent pedestals; until met is a king's ransom; these thirty pieces of silver, being the ask of many an angelic bible-toting broker.
Adoption is...
Or is it not?
...An act next to Godliness when these disguised angels are loosed to search in the mist of this motherland? They, the finders of our pink and blue hued overflow spillage of souls.
This is the nature of guised humanity. Delicately does it assist society in the dredge of waiting collection ponds, pools of tears that gleamingly mirror you and I; and from where our memory should fill with sounds. The siren-like cries of which, now link with our distantly lost... ...or coldly disengage us of our not of want…
Adoption is...
Or is it not?
...The beautiful water lilys of pond? Those that so serenely float above an ever skimming conscience that is this God-fearing couple; a polarized complacency so sweetly lost amidst its own mesmerizing shimmer. They, fooled without inkling of shame. An innocence of eyes that fail to see transparency by such weakly given puruse. A view that cannot pierce the murkily veiled mire that hides just below its own watery reflection...
...And where underneath trails this tangled web that will soon unravel in route to tie with each long waited conscience…
Adoption is it or is it not our "Humanities with Consequence"?
New Jersey Identified Adoption shown as an open door will always yield to truth left on the threshold.
Adoption
Written: by Tom Wright
2004
The ultimate in life,
Is its adoption,
It requires of us,
Something, each day.
Laying ashelf
Is not a given option
It must be lived,
There’s no other way.
My son is a thief and a drug user.
I'm not lying when I say he's a loser.
It's too much for my wife and I to bear.
He's addicted to Meth and he's on welfare.
When my wife had twins, we chose the wrong option.
We put the wrong son up for adoption
Our other son owns Starbucks and he's a billionaire.
He's not a loser like our other son who is on welfare.
When I told him that I'm his biological father, he kicked me below the belt.
It really hurt when I was kicked down there, you don't want to know how it felt.
I didn't know that a son would actually do that to his own dad.
He's furious because we put him up for adoption, he's really mad.
When I introduced myself, I didn't help matters when I asked for a million bucks.
He ripped off my toupee and people started laughing at my bald head, that sucked.
I got kicked in the crotch and now everybody knows that I'm bald.
If you ever have twins, don't give up the wrong one or you might also be appalled.
Adoption Pantoum
By Victoria H. Peurifoy © 8/2010
His conception was a surprise
Mom is mad as hell, wants me under a jail
Daughter ages ten years in the process
Marriage is not in the plan
Mom is mad as hell, wants me under a jail
Counselor is making suggestions
Marriage is not in the plan
Give up the child or keep the child
Counselor is making suggestions
Takes one time to make a mistake
Give up the child or keep the child
Want to go to the prom in a dress bordered in daisies.
Takes one time to make a mistake
Give up the child, make mommy happy.
Want to go to the prom in a dress bordered in daisies.
Don’t tell daddy, he’s away, doesn’t need to know
Give up the child, make mommy happy.
Sign away your first born and mourn
Don’t tell daddy, he’s away, he really doesn’t need to know
I heard he was trying to reach me
Sign away your first born and mourn
When he searched for me, mom sent him away
I heard he was trying to reach me
Wonder if he’s fair, brown eyes, and can sing?
When he searched for me, mom sent him away
They changed his name, took away the one thing I gave him
Wonder if he’s fair, brown eyes, and can sing?
Take away the shame, the blame and the pain.
They changed his name; took away the one thing I gave him
Friends cried for him and me when they saw him.
Take away the shame, the blame and the pain.
Lord, will I see my son before you take me away?
Friends cried for him and me when they saw him.
Daughter aged ten years in the process
Lord, will I see him before you take me away?
His conception was a surprise.
A LAMENT 4 MERCY FRM GOD
By Raine Carosin
17.02.2012
WHY MAKE ME
IF YOU GONNA BREAK ME
WHY TAKE ME
IF U GONNA HATE ME
WHY THIS HELL
WHEN HEAVEN IS A WORD AWAY
WHY NOT TELL
OR IS IT SOMETHING YOU CAN'T SAY
WHY BE VAGUE
WHEN IT COMES TO THE TRUTH
WHY OPAQUE
WHEN YOU COULD BE 'COUTH'
HOW UNKIND
TO TAKE THE MOTHER FROM THE CHILD
HOW SO BLIND
TO TAKE THE LOVING FROM THE WILD
I'M BREAKING UP
MY HEART AND BONES CAN'T TAKE NO MORE
I'M LYING DOWN
THE PEDAL'S TO THE FLOOR
I CAN'T WAIT
TO BE FREE FROM HELL'S IMPRISONMENT
TO LIVE WITH GOD
IN FULL COMPLIMENT
IN THIS HALL OF MIRRORS
GODS SOUND AND ABOUND
DON'T BE FOOLED BY THE IMAGES
THEY'RE JUST FOOLING AROUND
SOMETIMES A GAME
TO PASS
THE TIME
SOMETIMES A PEN
TO PEN
THE RHYME
SOMETIMES A RAKE
TO LEAVE
THE GROUND
IN THIS UNIVERSAL
HALLWAYS
THE GODS ABOUND
DON'T BE FOOLED
UNTIL YOU SEE
SOMEONE YOU RECOGNIZE
AS ME:
I'M FILLED WITH MYSTERY
THE MIRRORS WRITE
IN ECSTASY
DON'T BE FOOLED IN THIS HALL OF MIRRORS
ONE IS REAL
ALTHOUGH THE IMAGE SHIVERS
THROUGH A LONG NIGHT
TO FILL THE DAY
AND THE LIGHT ECHOES
IN THIS HALLWAY
AND SO YOU SEE
BUT DO NOT SEE
THE SHATTERED IMAGE
THAT WAS ME
BUT LOOK AGAIN!
I'M IN YOUR VIEW
AS GOOD AS NEW
AS GOOD AS YOU
DON'T BE FOOLED, MY DEAR FRIEND
THIS HERE NOW IS NOT THE END
THE SUN WILL RISE, THE SUN WILL SET
EVEN THOUGH WE'D WANT TO FORGET
THE PEN WILL WRITE
THE RAKE WILL LAUGH
THE PEN CRIES INK
THE RAKE'S BLOODBATH
SO WHAT, THE MIRRORS DON'T TELL LIES
AND IN THE DITCH A SLIVER LIES
SO DON'T BE FOOLED BY LIGHT
THAT DOES NOT SMILE
FOR IT HAS WARNED OF ANOTHER MILE
FOR YOU TO REACH YOUR GOAL AND DREAM
IN THIS MIRRORED HALLWAY
YOU CAN SMILE AND DREAM..."
When you were born, such a gift from above
The joy you bring, fill all our hearts with love.
Each child's family, differs from others
Some live with fathers, some with their mothers.
Grandma's and grandpa's, may play a big part
They may even raise you, right from the start.
In someone else's, tummy you did grow
She couldn't raise you, chose to let you go.
Deserving a great life, deep down she knew
The best choice, was to let us adopt you.
Through adoption, we'd raise you as our own
We became a family, have a loving home.
The adoption final, the wind so still
God's message was clear, that this was HIS will.
Grandparents at first, and your parents too
This gift to adopt, God Blessed us with You.