Short Out Of Wedlock Poems
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Born out of wedlock
she gave up her baby girl
for quick adoption.
Twice married since, old and frail,
she laments her childless life.
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Contest: Regret
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Chosen POTD-1st Oct 2016
Humanity has banned swearing
i don't know what the coitus to do
Stubbed my toe
Blancmange does not seem to do the trick
The mammary gland in my work
such a coituser too
This plaster born out of wedlock
Doesn't give a phytoplanton
Manures hit the fan
Cannot understand
Nobody tries
Even beneath the gentleness of words
the truth sometimes lies
Whom one to blame?
Is it our upbringing?
Or society setting?
Who to blame?
Immorality is relative,
Our daughters are dumb,
They deviate from teachings.
Who to blame?
They conceive accidentally,
Sadly out of wedlock,
Wonderful in a small age.
Who to blame?
Abortion is relative,
Infants are thrown to the wells,
Indeed they curse our societies.
Who to blame?
A Wish
For children sired from out of wedlock
Roaming the streets, begging for alms
With weary eyes from a day’s plight
To get their crumbs and spare the night
For girls robbed and sanctity trampled
Buried in rut, and scared to move
Spurned and cast away from home
With queuing lads to buy her form
For souls scorned and gloomed
Who live a life of doom and misfortunes
May find their life at the end of the fork
Espousing all strength, and daring to move.
A long time ago,
When innocence was part of life;
Where love resided in many hearts,
And happiness was rife.
A long time ago,
When sixteen he was and slim,
Handsome and polite,
The virgin girl cried for him.
A long time ago
When lovemaking was in circumstance,
Babies born out of wedlock were few
And kissing was the main part of romance.
A long time ago,
That was many many years ago,
Life was simple and sacred,
And many hearts love did bestow.
Shagged in the back of a shotgun shack
at night by moonlight
peeping past curtains of burlap sack
such a sore sight
surrounded by fields of green
willing as she'd been
tho' torn
she surely wasn't about to be seen
with a child out of wedlock born
so with a bun in the oven
she had her Dad invite he
who did the dirty deed
and plant the seed
the Father-to-be
down south way out on the steading
to shape up show up and in the end
attend a shotgun wedding