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Abortion Poetry – 10 Poems to Help with a Painful Experience

Abortion Poetry will make you emotional. It is misguided to see abortion as a simple easy practice. Mothers who want to abort are also faced with feelings of sadness, remorse, and guilt.

After an abortion, the body may recover physically at a certain time, but the psychological wounds left behind can never disappear.

Many women feel outraged at the abortion of a child they were told did not exist as an entity yet. Although it can be hard to cope with the acute sadness that often accompanies abortion, voicing those feelings by writing will help.

1. Title: “A Crying Child”

Hey, Mom! I’m growing smart day by day,
Distinct heartbeat since I was just a tiny display.
Neat, right? Wish you’d notice me more,
Six weeks in, longing for love to pour.

Inside, growing, you might not know,
Sickness you feel, but it won’t be slow.
Can’t wait for the day you’re aware,
Excited for the love we’ll both share.

In your belly’s quiet, my place unfolds,
Tiny but growing as the story unfolds.
Though you might feel unwell, it’s true,
Hoping soon, Mom, you’ll feel me too.

Already love you, though it may be absurd,
Waiting to meet you, be held, be heard.
Counting down the days, not too far,
Mom, I’m here, your little shining star.

A Crying Child - Abortion Poetry

2. Title: “Mum Wow”

Wow, Mom,
Why so blue?
I love you,
Nine weeks with you.

It’s been great,
Excited fate.
30 weeks more,
In your arms I’ll soar.

Can’t wait to see,
Your love for me.
Excitedly true,
Day I’m with you.

Mom, let’s sing,
Joy it’ll bring.
Counting down, no qualms,
Dreaming of your arms.

Mum Wow - Abortion Poetry

3. Title: “I Forgive You Mum”

Mommy,
You ended me.
I was eager to bring you joy,
But I am a little girl, oh boy.

Mommy, I miss you dearly.
Wanted to be with you sincerely.
I forgive, though it’s tough,
Wish you had explored other stuff.

In the silence, my presence was unknown,
A life that could’ve beautifully grown.
I hoped to be your forever, your delight,
Yet, my existence faded from the light.

In the realm beyond, love transcends,
Hoping your heart someday mends.
For in forgiveness, a healing potion,
A little girl’s spirit in peaceful devotion.

I Forgive You Mum - Abortion Poetry

4. Title: “Our Baby”

An empty space where life once stirred
My eyes were not yet seeing
Where once my heartbeat shared a tone
with a small and fragile being

So scarcely formed yet still a life
A dream, a hope, a promise
Our plans were changed to now include
This new life thrust upon us

Then just as quickly as it came
Our dreams were gone away
The deepest pain I’ve ever felt
Our baby died today

With footprints left upon our hearts
She gently took her leave
We’re left with nothing but regret
And only time to grieve

Our Baby - Abortion Poetry

5. Title: “Baby”

I know I can’t linger here,
But don’t let sorrow interfere.
At peace with this choice, you’ll find,
I wish you could see, a tranquil mind.

Treasure moments in my absence,
Don’t dwell on sorrow’s persistence.
A future day when we unite,
Hold onto hope, keep it bright.

Days may drag, time may bend,
Yet, it’s not our journey’s end.
I watch over, a comforting blend,
Feel the solace my presence sends.

May joy be found in your quest,
In passing days, you’ll attest.
Though goodbyes have been penned,
It’s not farewell; our connection won’t end.

Baby - Abortion Poetry

6. Title: “Don’t Forget I Was Here”

I sensed your presence, a warmth within,
Soft and comforting, like a gentle hymn.
A baby’s breath, a sweet aroma,
Words unsaid, a love persona.

Your tiny heartbeat, a reassuring sign,
Assured me you were perfectly fine.
A creation of love, a baby so divine,
A precious miracle, soon to be mine.

But on that tragic, fateful day,
Helpless, I had to find my way.
Waiting, hoping, my heart askew,
For the precious life, my love, it’s you.

In the quiet echoes of the night,
I held onto hope, embraced the light.
Through the uncertainty, a strength renew,
For the love we lost, yet forever grew.

Don't Forget I Was Here - Abortion Poetry

7. Title: “A Bud That Never Bloomed

My precious little one,
In me, you once found a home.
The sorrow is deep, for I’ll never see,
The joy of meeting you, my sweet destiny.

I won’t witness you sprout and grow,
Unfold into the person I wished to know.
For now, I nurture your memory with care,
Watered with tenderness, fed with love rare.

In the gardens of time, we’ll reunite,
Blossoming together in heavenly light.
Until that day, in the realms above,
Our hearts entwined, bound by eternal love.

As seasons pass, and memories bloom,
In my heart, your presence will never consume.
Though unseen, your spirit will forever stay,
A cherished part of my every day.

A Bud That Never Bloomed - Abortion Poetry

8. Title: “I’ll Lend You a Child

I will lend you, for a little time,
A child of mine, he said.
For you to love the while she lives,
And mourn for when she’s dead.

It may be six or seven years,
Or twenty-two or three.
But will you, till I call her back,
Take care of her for Me?

She’ll bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief.
You’ll have her lovely memories,
As solace for your grief.

I cannot promise she will stay,
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there,
I want this child to learn.

I’ll Lend You a Child - Abortion Poetry

9. Title: “Heaven’s Rocking Chair

Are there rocking chairs in Heaven
where little babies go?
Do the angels hold you closely
and rock you to and fro?

Do they talk silly baby talk
to get a smile or two,
and sing the sleepy lullabies
I used to sing to you?

My heart is aching for you,
my angel child so dear.
You brought such joy into my life,
the short time you were here.

I know you’re in a happy place,
and in God’s loving care.
I dream each night I’m rocking you
in Heaven’s rocking chair.

Heaven’s Rocking Chair - Abortion poetry

10. Title: “Family Chain”

We little knew that morning,
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you,
You did not go alone,
For part of us went with you,
the day God called you home.

You left us beautiful memories,
Your love is still our guide
And though we cannot see you,
You are always by our side.

Our family chain is broken
And nothing seems the same
But as God calls us one by one
The chain will link again.

Family Chain - Abortion Poetry

What does it mean to have a body inside you that grows? What is it that looks like? Is it bad to have a miscarriage? On the moral ramifications of getting an abortion, everybody has their view.

The majority of women say that being pregnant feels like growing a baby inside them and that having an abortion is psychologically traumatic.

There are moments when it feels like the best thing to do to have an abortion. When the mother is unprepared, for instance, or her health is at stake.

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