Poetry: Pro life 46 Articles

by Kyle Mackey

I never let her wake... She never crossed to this world... We Sent Heaven's little gift... ...read more

by Julie Barwick

To my mommy; If you only allow me a chance to live A life of happiness I promise to give I won't disappoint you I only want your love I want to share your life with you Not watch you from above I didn't ask ...read more

by David Swyer

Abortion is an issue Like none other ever known It tears and rips our minds apart And it furor is full blown A line is drawn between two foes Both passionate in their cries To preserve that life and let thrive Or ...read more

by Donita Weddle

ODE TO AN UNBORN CHILD Dear boy or girl we'll never know The perfect child God formed just so Forever gone, we'll never see The person you were meant to be. With tears of grief we cry for you The little child we ...read more

by Sarah Keyes

I have aborted more than one fetus. I remember the uteri, warm and pink in my gloved hands, turning purplish blue when I cut off the circulation. I remember the seeing the oval lumps while I reached down for the o...read more

by Tom Upton

THE ABORTED A hope or dream Maybe a nightmare Never to be realized I sense a fleeting moment Of time And of knowledge that Events will never take place I will never be born Squalling beneath a bright Refl...read more

by Frances Phillips

No Regrets I said no regrets But how could I do this. I said no regrets Just have to get through this I said no regrets I wasn't ready. I said no regrets For the death of my baby I said no regrets I'll have...read more

by Pandora Valentine

Note: This isn't really a poem, it's more of a reflection but it was too short to put it in reflection or short stories. I still feel the cold machine that detached my life from another. That forceful sucking vac...read more

by Mac McGovern

Happy Birthday I am the result of the wrong time conceived in a moment of passion two wine soaked minds upon a fertile field each combined In early morn each to their own way unknown to either when their pas...read more

by Exrea

Silenced vs2.0 There was a baby born today In bits and pieces, torn away. Dumped in a bucket to be disposed Were arms and legs, his heart exposed, Little fingers, and little toes, Blood, and particles, and bits of ...read more

by James Skye

Embryo Begin with a nod sir, or a scuttled eye. The light lets down on the table. Carry the cloth to clothe the nude. On an altar, Offering you? See the pummeled body, Of a less than loved lad. His body floa...read more

by Mary Ritch

Her world is as tranquil as the salty sea On a dark, calm night. Slumber surrounds her. Serenity. A tiny star disturbs her dreams, foreign light, Exotic luminosity. Amazement awakens her. Aroused. She is hel...read more

by SJ Warren

One Little Pill One little pill Chemically sound Wrong Regrets stick around Don't take the drug Do take the consequence Make the decision You know it makes sense One little pill One foetus one child A baby...read more

by Mona Gallagher

Hello mother, I am Anna. I know you don't recognize me. You never saw me as I held onto you for my last breath. We meet here now at long last in heaven's doorway tonight. I saw your struggles with love. I saw you c...read more

by Nancy Browne

Millions A tally of death More Than all wars Combined Potentials That's what they were! We can't even call them human Because some society Ruled We can go ahead And kill them And we did, millions and mill...read more

by Meryum Hukaru

To A Child ... Dearest child in heaven sweet Too young to stand on tiny feet Too young to speak, too young to cry Too young to sing, too young to die Too young to know that father dear Suggested this out of fear ...read more

by Roseanna Wilson

The Masquerade His laughter sounds like a cry. Doctor. Healer. God. He who takes the sin away. Enshrouded with stiff, white facts, he has the ability to make up where she lacks. Measure. Inspect. Exam. His fac...read more

by Janesse

I'm ready to step out on my own no more depending on anyone else but instead I'm ready to make my own house and home It's called pro life and I'm ready to go at this battle alone No more parents, friends, or enemies ...read more

by Dan Weaver

Rachel Weeping For Her Children. I believe in fathers. I believe in sons. I believe in the holy ghosts Of fifty million and One, Sliced, diced and hoovered out, Burnt alive in their mothers' wombs Guardian angel...read more

by Patricia Kelley

There seems to be no justice for the innocent There seems to be no trial Is abortion-assisted suicide? Is it the right to die, or is it the right to murder? It seems that a man walks free after killing a helple...read more