Poems About Teenage Pregnancy

It happened at the age of sixteen.
She was scared to look up at that screen.
Knowing there was a little heartbeat,
She would soon get kicked out to the street.
So she kneeled down to pray,
How could I make this go away?
The thought then came in her mind,
But she knew she could not cross that line.
She was scared and all alone
And knew she could not go home.
Life began to get too rough,
But she knew she had to be tough.
Just when she thought everyone had gone,
It happened at the light of dawn.
When she woke up in that room,
She then started to bloom.
Seeing the sight of her little girl,
With her red hair and that one tiny curl.
She knew her life was now complete,
Hearing her daughter's healthy heartbeat.

A silly girl
Loved a stupid boy
He was her everything
She was just his toy
He played with her emotions
Put mixed feelings in her head
For that stupid boy
A million tears that girl had shed
His friends would laugh
In his fun they would share
They knew he was a player
While she thought they were the perfect pair
Then came that horror
She was two weeks late
So she took the test
Could this possibly be fate?
She told that boy
The news she had found out
That was when she discovered
What he was all about
He showed his true colors
And crushed her pride
Left her all alone
For someone he had on the side
Born to her
Was a perfect son
This war she was fighting
The new mother had won
The prize was hers
To keep for a lifetime
A baby boy
Born to shine

It started with a hook up.
And than the plus sign appeared. 
Your daddy told me to take care of it.
I did as he told.
I went to get you aborted but I couldn't.
I left crying into my best friends arms.
You were still inside of me.
I knew what I was going to do.
I was going to raise you on my own.
He asked me if I did it.
I said yes and left it at that.
3 months later my parents still didn't know.
I went for a check up.
And I saw you.
I couldn't believe you were mine.
I was so happy that I finally made a good decision.
5 months now and people were starting rumors.
I just told them I was gaining weight.
They believed me and dropped the topic.
Another check up came by.
The doctor said you were a healthy baby girl.
I knew I had to tell my parents soon.
I wasn't going to be able to hide it anymore.
It was 5 ½ months now.
I was at a friend's house and I passed out bleeding.
I was rushed to the doctors.
They came in and told me it was normal.
It was normal for teenagers to loose babies.
I told them it couldn't be true.
I told them to run the test again.
And they told me there is nothing they can do.
I sat there and cried.
My parents don't know.
And nether does your daddy.
Very few people do and they all miss you just as much as I do.
You would have been born in a month and a half.
I miss you so much.
There is not a day I don't go by with out thinking of you.
I wish you were in my arms and not in heaven.
Maybe if I just told the truth.
Was I being punished?
But why did you take the punishment?
I miss you my baby girl.
But don't worry we will meet again.
And until than just remember I love you.

Not yet do the parents know
they will soon be the youngest grandparents on the block.

Walking through the store,
everyone stares, but no one says a thing.

The girl tries to conceal her secret from the world,
but this eight months will not allow her that simple pleasure.

She is alone now. Her mother is by her side,
but that is not enough; her child has no father.

Her stomach turns, nervous at the thought that someday a child will ask
why he has no daddy, why she made him leave.

She gets sick at the thought of having to explain
this confusing story of her terrible past to her child.

At school, her friends smile. They buy her cute things,
trying to still be her friend and act like they accept her problems.

But they don't;
they never accepted her to begin with.

She could see right through their smiling faces to their souls,
so cold she shivered.

Or was it a shiver of fear?
She knows she's too young.

Getting out of the car, another one hits.
"Breathe," her mother tells her. "Breathe."

It is over now, but she stays there in her mother's arms,
rocking, being pacified by her mother as if she is a baby.

Thinking, wishing, knowing
that she's too young.

Twelve hours later, holding a new life in her arms,
her new life, she cries.

With tears running down her face,
she thinks of nothing else but this precious life in her arms.

Not about her parents, her classmates,
the strangers at the store, or about the child's father,

Just about the beautiful baby boy
that has now given her life whole new meaning.

Purpose.

I didn't want to leave you.
I wanted to stay,
but my mother said I had to go,
and so she took me away.

Our baby lives inside me.
She grows a little each day.
Though I'm too young,
I love our daughter either way.

The house that I stay in
is too far away from you.
Our baby needs a father near,
but I don't know what to do.

If only you could come here.
I miss you a lot.
My mother won't allow it,
but who says we'll get caught?

I'm six months pregnant,
and I'm really starting to show.
Even at my new school,
everyone will know.

Each day she grows bigger,
and her due date nears,
and without you with me,
who will soothe my biggest fears?

I didn't want to leave you ,
and my goodbyes weren't classy,
but I really wish you were here.

To my unborn baby.
I lay at night knowing it'll be alright.
I watch you on the black and white screen,
Thinking will you're eyes be brown or green.
I hear your heartbeat and seen your feet.
I love you so much, And have never felt your touch.
Soon I'll see your face but not for a couple days.
I will love you Always...

The time I spent waiting
The worry of what might be
The wonder if I'll make it
These are all mine
The fear on judgment day
The excitement there too
The test awaiting me
These are all mine

The ticking of time after the test
The waiting on the results
The racing of my heart in my chest
These are all mine
The shock of the results
The breathtaking awe
The two little pink lines
These are all mine

The fear of the new
The worry of family's thoughts
The pure excitement for now knowing
These are all mine
The joy of each day
The excitement of what's to come
The joy of another life
These are all mine

The days go by
The classes we take
The books we read
These will all be mine
The weeks go by
The names we hate
The name we pick
These will all be mine

The months go by
The growth of my stomach
The readiness written on my face
These will all be mine
The time finally comes
The time to be a mommy
The birth of a new life
These will all be mine

The first day here
The first little cry
The awe of the baby
These will all be mine
The day he comes home
The excitement and joy
The family gathered around to see
These will all be mine

The time goes by
The feeling of him growing up
The love I see in his eyes
These will all be mine
The days go by
The first cry and squeal
The first laugh
These will all be mine

The weeks go by
The first time he holds his head up
The first cold he catches
These will all be mine
The months go by
The first tooth comes
The baby talk grows
These will all be mine

The years go by
The grief from him growing up
The joy of seeing my baby
These will all be mine
The time goes by
It seems lost
No matter what
I will always hold on to this

The pitter-patter of the footsteps
The soft cry in the night
The laughs and giggles
These will all be mine