Poetry competition CLOSED 6th September 2014 7:13pm
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Pro-Life or Pro-Choice

oldgregg19
Strange Creature
Joined 30th Aug 2014
Forum Posts: 8

Poetry Contest

Write a poem of any type exressing your opinion on abortion

snugglebuck
Dangerous Mind
United States 77awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2014
Forum Posts: 1873

WHEN GOD CALLS SOMEONE HOME
DON'T LISTEN IN
ON ANOTHER PHONE
THE DISCION TO GO
IS THEIRS ALONE

Do not resuscitate nor ventilate
That was their choice, rather than suffer
Of my cancer inflicted father and mother
Power of Attorney it was my responsibility
To make sure that their lives would not be sustained artificially
Letting Mom and Dad go was the hardest thing to do
Especially when you’re being second guessed by an interfering fool
Which is why, when it comes to questions concerning your body and your life
Only you, (with the help of God) should decide what is right
And may he bless you
And love you
What every you choose




poet Anonymous

Tew spayde or knot tew spayde

Cody got her kitty Kat spayde. It's nayme wuz cooter. Maybee if sum humans gott spade we wouldn't knead aborshun. Sum peeple don't want chilldrin. Sum peeple don't knead childrin e-ther. It don't matter tew me either weigh. Eye ain't havin' know kidds. Eye lyke lyfe.

poet Anonymous


Heartbeat Lost

My baby left today.
God took her home to stay.
I never held her hand
But still she touched me with her heartbeat.
Swear by my soul, I didn't force her to go.
My body just couldn't make her stay.

My sister down the hall
Has thrown away a gift,
A new life that the world could have shared
God knows the angel of promise whose wings she clipped.
The father, Zero, offered nothing, no words.
"The insurance check is quite grand," she says, excitedly.

I ache and bleed and wonder why she never asked
If I would have adopted her child, had she borne it.
I am poor, but rich in affection.
Why and how was my sister's heart aborted?



johnrot
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 10th Oct 2012
Forum Posts: 3645

no ground,no matter



she always thought she had the moon in her pocket
and the sun would stay high
as long as she stayed inside
chucks made of concrete
but it didn't matter
cuz all she did was glide

cracks my beer can for me
and even turns the tab to the left
when i ask for a smoke
it's lit before it hits my lips
so i just drink and drive
no radio
no appropriate music for this ride
i try
not to be too morose
about terminating another pregnancy

she just says
" i don't want nobody to feel like me"
hums and sings one of my stupid songs


but if the big man would reupholster
my reality
i would prey everyday
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up

the front door sticks a bit but in my frustration
i almost slap her straight in the belly with it
wouldn't matter anyway right?
like cutting your finger before your wrists
just without morphine
smells like desperation,coagulated iron oxide and loneliness
in here
i ask her if she's sure
in a delicate what the fuck is your problem type of way

she just says
" i don't want nobody to feel like me"
hums and sings one of my stupid songs


but if the big man would reupholster
my reality
i would prey everyday
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up

everyone in scrubs
has a disgusted look on their face
and a i got slivers under every fingernail disposition
with a matching bedside manner
i guess that's what you get
at the ghetto clinic
better then a coat hanger
in a brooklyn basement
i'm the only white dude with a white girl in here
she's the only one not crying
they call her in the back and she still seems to glow and glide
as much as i am fascinated by watching things die
i need another beer so i'm waiting outside

it only takes like an hr
maybe 59:59
by this time i'm back in the stagnant
every movement eyeballed waiting room
this place is preparing 37 lil mental funerals
from 9 to 5
she comes out with a look like everything is fine
but i still ask if she's aight
she just smiles

and says "i don't want nobody to feel like me"
hums and sings one of my stupid songs


but if the big man would reupholster
my reality
i would prey everyday
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up

she just says
" i don't want nobody to feel like me"
hums and sings one of my stupid songs


but if the big man would reupholster
my reality
i would prey everyday
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up

i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up


this piece is from a few months ago but i found it applicable.

if you wanted new writes only please disregard......
 

poet Anonymous


Napoleon, May I?


Making abortion an illegal option
Would go down like prohibition
into back rooms and basements
with novices and poverty
poisoning the mix

Government was built to serve
not enslave and the space between
a womans mind and her legs
isn't a cavity to be regulated

If you don't like the idea of
terminating a pregnancy
Then don't do it

But that's where the value
of your opinion is exhausted

Right after you having made
Your choice

Angel_Of_Darkness
Rune L
Fire of Insight
United States 2awards
Joined 22nd Feb 2013
Forum Posts: 608

Old poems count? And how many entries?

sektioN8ty
King Sammy
Thought Provoker
Nigeria 9awards
Joined 2nd July 2014
Forum Posts: 203

In the heat of the moon she laid her pleas
Her tears got the sun cold
The Innocent hung on the terminal tree
Death took the chance to flee

Death knows she deserves to live
Life knows shes worth its breath

Can I live please?
I wanna see mother earth
Homocide is inevitable
Mercy is a chance to live

I heard she's cute
mum! I wanna see dada, I wanna see you too.

Let my fate lie beyond your belly
I promise to be a dream like martin lurther
What if Newtons feotus was assassinated?
Mama, what if yours was shot?

Give me the liberty of life
I might just lead the slaves like moses

Let nature kill me
Don't stain your arms with my blood
I'm never a mistake
You were the mistake

Why the blame on me?
Give me life to wipe the cause.

beautiful_accident
Fire of Insight
United States 20awards
Joined 21st June 2011
Forum Posts: 330

He was my first
First fuck, first pregnancy test
First episode of puking my guts out
First threat to the plan I had for my life
First "no" forced to be a "yes"
First surgical procedure
Performed in front of a table
of mine enemies
or so it seems..

Today there is a crowd
Fifty feet back, that is the law
But I can still hear them
feel them
feel their disapproval
Does that guy understand?
He doesn't even have a vagina
Has he ever been violated?
Ever had a parasite inside his body
He's forced to carry?

I move past them,
Knowing this is my fight
And they are static
They didn't stop the bastard from raping me
Didn't stop him from impregnating me

I should have reported it
Reported it to the police
Told my story to three different officers
Then a DA
Then a judge
So they could judge me a slut
Who asked for it
Because my skirt was too short
or I drank too much
or the wind blew south

Fuck that.

Now they are here to save a life
But their puritannical, misogynist views
Self-righteous laws, and flaccid inaction
Have ruined my life in the process.

poet Anonymous

thanks for hearing my heartbeat, Gregg.
Good comp, thought provoking entries.

W-V-B
Strange Creature
Joined 1st Sep 2014
Forum Posts: 3

Pro-Life, Pro-Choice, what funny words
How ignorant we've become
We've forced an idea upon a sex
And claimed we knew what should be done

Maybe I'm wrong in thinking this
But men should step aside
Unless you looked down at your gut today
And saw a kick that couldn't hide

It a woman's choice!
Thats what I claim
And I'm not afraid to stand
Against those who disagree and say it should involve a man

If she's not ready
Who are 'We'
To force her to continue
A woman's life is number one
And this is not an if/and/or but issue

Our nation sets parameters on something they don't get
Repeal Roe v. Wade and just you watch
Inequality will expand, I bet


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