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Found Some More Sad Abortion Poems. Posted: 05-31-04 06:39am


Post is long, sorry, but theres 4 poems here (1's a letter) my hair is black, my eyes are brown mommy, you'd love ,having me around it's early yet, the month is one though you can;t see me yet, i've just begun one month later, the month is two i'm still small, but a part of you time is passing the month is three i'm getting to be someone as you can see still so small that I don't have to hide i'm just a little seed inside you'll love me mommy, just wait and see i'm going to make you proud of me.... ....I've got a new home now, the month is seven mommy didn't want me, so now i'm in heaven it's so beautiful, but now i'm gone i have no memory to carry on if I were still there now the month would be eight i was homicide e d by my mommy's own hand i guess this is too young to understand good-bye mommy, the month would be nine i could've been living just fine although i'm in heaven, I still have to cry because of mommy, I had to die. ---unknown dear mommy, i am in he aven now,sitting on jesus lap. He loves me and cries with me;for my heart has been broken. I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened.I was so excited when I began realizing my existence. I was in a dark,yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping. Even from my earliest days,i felt a special bonding between you and me. Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you sometimes you would yell or scream,then cry. I heard daddy yelling back. I was so sad,and hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much one day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy. That same day,the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came into that warm,comfortable place I was in. I was so scared,i began to screaming, but there was no sound. I guess they had you all pinned down because you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming,"mommy mommy help me please;mommy,help me." complete terro is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I though I couldn't anymore. The the monster ripped my arm off. The pain I could never explain. It didn't stop. Oh,how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off. Though I was in such complete pain,i realized I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me. I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn't all my dreams were shaddered.. Though I was in utter pain and horror,i felt the pain of my heart breaking above all. I wanted more than anything to be your daughter. No use now,for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things they done to you. I wanted to tell you I loved you befor I was gone,but I didn't know the words that you understand. And soon and no longer I had the breath to say them;i was dead i felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big,beautiful place. I was still crying,but the pyhsical pain was gone. The angel took me to jesus and set me on his lap. He said he loved me, ans he was my father. Then I was happy. I asked him what was the thing that killed me. He answered "abortion". Mommy keep me safe. Mommy keep me warm. Handle me with all your love mommy help me form. I'm six weeks old today. This birthday gift to me. A pair of bright blue eyes. That some day you will see. I've hardly got my ears. A pudgy little nose. And at the end of my feet. Are little things called toes. Looking forward to my life. Ice cream, and snail's, teddy bear's, toys and long fairy tales where are we going today mommy? I wonder where today. A bath or a bus or perhaps far away. Why are you lying down being pushed on 4 wheel's. This usually doesn't happen how funny does this feel. Passing through a door, people all dressed in green, mommy if they hurt you just let out a scream. Mommy what's happening i'm starting to cry. Mommy come quickly they're making me die... Bye mommy i love you! Conceived in darkness by my mother and dad i couldn't understand why they were so sad. Abortion.... They said a mistake is what I would be god's plan for my life they could not see. I never got the chance to be president and time with my grandad I never spent. I never had a wagon all shiney and red i never even got to sleep in a bed. I never went to school, never learned to write or read not a chance in my life to do one good deed. They called it her choice said it was her right so she chose abortion over holding me tight. Now my soul's in heaven with everyone of my kind all the aborted babies that mom's and dad's left behind. Last edited by KariM18 on 05-31-04 06:48am; edited 3 times in total

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Posted: 05-31-04 06:43am


Those make me cry!

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Posted: 05-31-04 07:14am


That gave me shivers.....Makes me wanna cry.....I can't imagine ever doing that to josh.....It would tear me apart......I love my baby!!! sniff

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Posted: 05-31-04 07:16am


Thats awful!! I remember my r.E teacher reading one out similer to them.

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Posted: 05-31-04 07:41am


Omg! That first one hit me sooo bad lil river has coal black hair and big brown eyes! How can ppl be so cruel!!!!!

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Posted: 05-31-04 11:52am


Aww, theyre soo sad! It makes me so sad to read about abortions!! <3 gaby

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Posted: 05-31-04 12:48pm


I know! Its horrible! gaby (bella) I noticed uve been speaking really against abortion lately in anything thats posted about it . . Yet when u thought u were preg u said u were thinkin u were prolly going to get one? .. Kinda confused me.

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Posted: 05-31-04 19:29pm


It is here. I typed this so you would get an email saying there was a reply and you would find your post.

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Posted: 06-01-04 06:16am


Theyre soo sad! =( <3 gaby

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Posted: 06-01-04 09:52am


Poetry is an art form, like music or paintings the poems posted are beautiful! I would like to share a little poem with you all now in a far away place and a different time i kil led my child, a most heinous crime. The state didn't come, and I didn't stand trial. Judge blackmun was calm when he said with a smile, "kil ling is legal, say we the high court. But don't call it homicide. Just call it 'abort'" the judge in my heart would not let the case rest. I had no defense when once put to the test. Found guilty I was by my heart's supreme court. "you homicide ed your baby!" they screamed in retort. With tears on my cheeks it was too late, I knew to bring back the life of the child I once slew. The gavel slammed sown, and it rang in my head, "you are guilty as charged, and deserve to be dead." "we now give you torment to pay for your sin," was the sentence passed down from my own court within. "you will never escape. You're branded. Don't hide. Your just due is death. You should try suicide." i was beaten in prison by daily attack. I was paying a debt, so I never fought back. No hope of escaping, and this I knew well. I cried out to god from my own self-made hell. That day I met jesus; he smiled in my face. He said, "i forgive you. Come walk in my grace." "lord, I believe you forgive me and yet, blameless you are. Can you pay for my debt?" "and, lord, please don't touch me for: I am unclean. I'm filthy with homicide, a most wretched being." i poured out my story. He showed no surprise. I gazed up with awe at the love in his eyes. He said, "i paid for your crime, yes, was nailed to a tree. There's no condemnation if you'll trust in me. I took on your blame, and your curse on my soul so you may be free without judgement and whole." i sputtered, "dear lord, where's the justice in this? I killed my own son, and you offer me bliss?" tears blurred my vision, yet there in his face were eyes of compassion, blue oceans of grace. I thought to myself, "now the past has been buried? I'm free of the guilt that for years I have carried?" he said to accept. It's a gift that is free. This is atonement, not justice for me! My judge was dismissed, my accusers, and jury. The truth of his love made them leave in a fury. He smiled, "walk with me and come learn of my way," and grasping his hand I began a new day.

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Posted: 06-01-04 16:12pm


Kari, yeh I know. Its just because everyone wanted me o get an abortion if I were so I started to think maybe theyre right in it being the right choice. But I know now its deff. Not and my mom knows thats how I feel and I dont think she will try to push me to do that if I do become pregnant. <3 gaby

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Posted: 02-20-07 16:04pm


o those poems are so sad they make me want to cry but yet they are beautiful why do poeple have to get abortion that is so wrong

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Posted: 02-20-07 17:07pm


I don't want to rain on the emotional propaganda parade... But fetuses can't do any of the screaming, talking, crying, or anything mentioned in these poems. The one that upsets me the most is the first one, in which the fetus is apparently aborted in month seven!! That is just absolutely illegal, and would never be done unless there was danger to the mother or a severe deformity on the fetus. But at seven months, if the mother was in danger, a very sucessful induce-labor could be produced, and that child would survive. I don't see any reason for that poem to lie in such a way. I don't care how "beautiful" it is. I think all of you can take solace in the fact that the fetus is not self aware. It does not know it is being aborted. Even a born baby cannot formulate the words - it does not eve know the words - to say these poems. A fetus also cannot feel the pain that these poems lie and say they feel. A fetus cannot scream, either. Worms do not feel pain; when you addicentally step on one and see it moving, it is simply a bodily reaction to a different situation; it is not a reaction to pain. Fetuses are not worms and I am no saying they are; however, their nervous system at the time of +90% of abortions is not much more developed than one. Women who abort are not causing mental, physical, or emotinal pain to the fetus; so take solace in this fact: these fetuses die like a euthanised pet in a sense: completely unaware. DOn't cry when you see poems like this; at least, don't cry for the fetus. Cry for the woman or man who wrote it; because they are clearly misinformed of what a fetus is, and what it can and cannot do. These authors are decieved, guilted, and broken down inside. feel sorry for them, not the fetus that cannot feel; the fetus that isn't even here anymore.

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Posted: 02-20-07 18:18pm


angels by Luigi-Bob Drake heaven is filled with the deformed creations of god, magnificent freaks, radient monsters and the holy glow of halos, the shining, the sublime light of the side-show. the sleek scales of the reptile woman glint and glisten in sacred brilliance. tiny tim looks up at us all and towers above us. the rubber man bends to the will of god. the man who walks on fire and swallows flame lives eternal in grace, goes unscathed thru hell. the siamese twin looks herself in the eyes and knows herself for herself, unlike the fools who stand and gawk, who pay their money and take their places and pass from one stall to the next and stare and stare and imagine they're something different. Sorry by Anonymous “I thought I was going to be born” I asked God today And he himmed and he hawed And he tried to look away “Yeah, I know I told you that” He began to say “You couldn’t stay and be born Because there was a grave mistake The woman I chose To be your mother, To care for you and love you Like no other, Developed health problems Without warning And could not be pregnant Even one more morning They rushed her to the hospital Diagnosed her correctly And removed your presence That would have proved deathly She is greatly upset By losing you She’s been asking me ‘why’ And says she hates me too I’m sorry that you couldn’t be born These things sometimes occur You couldn’t stay there You would have killed her.”

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Posted: 02-20-07 19:25pm


A Haiku I came upon: I was never born Consider yourself lucky I would have killed you And a poem by a .woman who has actually had an abortion: Fossils By Delia Easton Birthdays in November and December Both boys A decade apart Me, both times, beguiled And empty-headed Drifting miles above the fertile body All these years of not knowing the tilt of your voice, your soft shell bones the sunflower stripes of your corneas Now all negative space Before you are carved out of me My mama soothing reads Student essays about the origins They hate the apes Loving him already unformed Little fishtail Bighead backbreaker Chest banging Distant goateed fifteen year old With slippery eyes All these pseudo poets, The drawing of curtains You sharp and decisive Dividing more quickly than I could account Lovely kaleidoscope Anything you need Love, I’ll give you Just don’t ask me To raise you from the poem Back into the flesh And another: I By Gretchen Rae __________________________________________ _______ I am a mother in the red tent, conspiring with the midwife with herbs and massage preparing for a nomadic journey. I am a char woman husband torn apart by the mills worn thin with caring for him no milk for the babies I already have. I am a slave yearning towards freedom unwilling to root the master's seed I squat on a stick. I am of the hills a wanderer with no geography except love no place to make a nest. I am a virgin or at least I think so I haven't had my first kiss but am told I'll have my first child. I am a worker stand twelve hours a day on these two feet to buy medicine and Disneyland for my congenitally defective good boy who will not live out the year. I am a captive raped repeatedly to ensure my bondage I have traveled 6000 miles and no I do not need counsel. I am a lover who was promised all until I gave all and realized all + all = nothing. I am a farmer the land is my child I coax life from it dawn till dusk. Children would only know me with the owls and the moon. I am a politician make laws against what you do will sit across the table from you again when this is over it would ruin my campaign. I am a mother three were removed because I hurt them the next for neglect the last two when I was sent to prison I don't think I can handle the loss of another. I came from far away do not speak the language have borne seven children-lost two of them work long hours for illegal wages. Ai says the poor don't have children, only small people. I am led down concrete stairs and dim tunnels to special gynecology why don't I feel special. I am a woman who woke today to dark fields and chill wind after an uneasy sleep. Who followed the river road with the rising sun. And after arriving at the red door entered to meet tender hearts. Linda Kendra Maggie Jen Francine Teresa Dana Ann Sarah Gypsy Mel Juanita Jill Bob Susan Elaina Toni Dee Jana Katie Brandy Jamie Kate And as I was passed from tender heart to tender heart shed my fear shared my grief laughed my worry stopped shaking while you held my hand touched my belly and welcomed my freedom back with me. And one more: I couldn’t be born With a mother 12 years my senior And a grandfather and father in one Sharing too much foundation Too many roots do not make the tree stronger My mother shared her pain When I am gone she will slowly heal Though she will never be whole again I couldn’t be born To a mother tricked and deceived Knowing little of love or life though yearning connection His broken promises, her broken dreams A broken life she’s unwilling to bestow Nowhere to turn The desperation excruciating No peace, No truth, No way I couldn’t be born With a mother lost In a haze of powder and pills Felt the burning need running through her veins to me Fire and she dreams of color Though I could not yet see Crave and crash She can’t see either I couldn’t be born To a mother seeking approval From bottles rigid and unwilling to bend or move More permanent than anything she ever knew It was always there Breaking things down Preventing, stopping Ending I couldn’t be born With a mother who made a mistake One mistake only To never be paid in full, to always be in default To give until nothing remained A life debt When her life had just begun The cost too high I couldn’t be born To a mother planning to run His fists flew and landed but never in the gut How she hoped they would Save her the money Save her the trouble End what he had begun Run, run, run I couldn’t be born With a mother so sick Her heart weak from life and illness Needing to be well If only for one day Fighting to survive But it’s too much Something had to give I couldn’t be born To a mother not quite living Darkness shrouding her eyes and soul until emptiness is all that remained Pressed down under the comforter Though no comfort exists Staring into the void within seeing nothing but black Helpless herself to stop the dark Begging for release into something else I couldn’t be born With a mother holding so many Worrying how to fill bellies so empty and mouths always crying Wanting more for them all Having nothing more to give No room for another, no food for another No future for those already there All for the sake of one or one for the sake of all I couldn’t be born To a mother in pain Unable to cope with the reality before they were removed It was too easy to let her hand fly Once started and she couldn’t stop Angry gashes and fields of purple and brown There are no stairs Excuses are meaningless now

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Posted: 02-20-07 19:26pm


The above is mine. I hate being timed out!

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Posted: 02-20-07 19:32pm


i feel so sorry for those who are unborn and killed.

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Posted: 02-20-07 19:37pm

snow809 wrote:

i feel so sorry for those who are unborn and killed.

I feel sorry for the .women who have no other option.

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Posted: 02-20-07 21:40pm

jenn_smithson wrote:

snow809 wrote:

i feel so sorry for those who are unborn and killed.

I feel sorry for the .women who have no other option.

i feel so sorry for the women who think killing is the only option

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Posted: 02-20-07 21:43pm

This is the most beautiful poem of all that I read. Thank you samie for sharing.

samie wrote:

Poetry is an art form, like music or paintings

the poems posted are beautiful!

I would like to share a little poem with you all now

in a far away place and a different time
i kil led my child, a most heinous crime.

The state didn't come, and I didn't stand trial.
Judge blackmun was calm when he said with a smile,
"kil ling is legal, say we the high court.
But don't call it homicide. Just call it 'abort'"

the judge in my heart would not let the case rest.
I had no defense when once put to the test.
Found guilty I was by my heart's supreme court.
"you homicide ed your baby!" they screamed in retort.

With tears on my cheeks it was too late, I knew
to bring back the life of the child I once slew.
The gavel slammed sown, and it rang in my head,
"you are guilty as charged, and deserve to be dead."

"we now give you torment to pay for your sin,"
was the sentence passed down from my own court within.
"you will never escape. You're branded. Don't hide.
Your just due is death. You should try suicide."

i was beaten in prison by daily attack.
I was paying a debt, so I never fought back.
No hope of escaping, and this I knew well.
I cried out to god from my own self-made hell.

That day I met jesus; he smiled in my face.
He said, "i forgive you. Come walk in my grace."
"lord, I believe you forgive me and yet,
blameless you are. Can you pay for my debt?"

"and, lord, please don't touch me for: I am unclean.
I'm filthy with homicide, a most wretched being."
i poured out my story. He showed no surprise.
I gazed up with awe at the love in his eyes.

He said, "i paid for your crime, yes, was nailed to a tree.
There's no condemnation if you'll trust in me.
I took on your blame, and your curse on my soul
so you may be free without judgement and whole."

i sputtered, "dear lord, where's the justice in this?
I killed my own son, and you offer me bliss?"
tears blurred my vision, yet there in his face
were eyes of compassion, blue oceans of grace.

I thought to myself, "now the past has been buried?
I'm free of the guilt that for years I have carried?"
he said to accept. It's a gift that is free.
This is atonement, not justice for me!

My judge was dismissed, my accusers, and jury.
The truth of his love made them leave in a fury.
He smiled, "walk with me and come learn of my way,"
and grasping his hand I began a new day.