Poems about Sacrifice
#sacrifice
Poems about sacrifice, poetry about giving up something important or denying your own needs, putting others peoples' needs before your own. Also poems about offering a devotional sacrifice, and dark or spiritual poems about sacrificial killing.
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 2:01pm
2nd Mar 2025 2:01pm
The war is over?
I can't go on any longer
War wearied and worn soldiers
Fight battles for leaders
Whose hearts have grown colder
Hiding out in buildings of rubble
Machine gun fire doubles
While comfortable generals raise a toast
For map lines moving, ever so subtle
Clouds of debris from bombings
Innocent families sobbing
Cries from the dark night
Are stuck in my head, forever haunting
Friends tell me the war has ended
I'm back home and mending
But my thoughts are troubled
And I feel into hell, I've descended
War wearied and worn soldiers
Fight battles for leaders
Whose hearts have grown colder
Hiding out in buildings of rubble
Machine gun fire doubles
While comfortable generals raise a toast
For map lines moving, ever so subtle
Clouds of debris from bombings
Innocent families sobbing
Cries from the dark night
Are stuck in my head, forever haunting
Friends tell me the war has ended
I'm back home and mending
But my thoughts are troubled
And I feel into hell, I've descended
#death
#sacrifice
#suffering
#tragedy
#war
60 reads
2 Comments
Duice
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 00:08am
27th Feb 2025 00:08am
Alpha Male
Otherworldly lucid
envisioned insights mosaic
writing clairvoyant entranced
Quill expansive unapologetic
in complex worlds
to masculine stance
Livid thoroughbred
baptised in fire honored in flowers
of past horror stories
Survived injury carried by One
mirrored in backwoods
as night turn dark to gory
DUICE
in solidarity surveying eyes
are of no consequence its personal
Every cut healed to scar
how the star was born
vitality endured unmerciful
To reject what taps my strength
bound to weakness ...
envisioned insights mosaic
writing clairvoyant entranced
Quill expansive unapologetic
in complex worlds
to masculine stance
Livid thoroughbred
baptised in fire honored in flowers
of past horror stories
Survived injury carried by One
mirrored in backwoods
as night turn dark to gory
DUICE
in solidarity surveying eyes
are of no consequence its personal
Every cut healed to scar
how the star was born
vitality endured unmerciful
To reject what taps my strength
bound to weakness ...
#emotions
#respect
#responsibility
#sacrifice
#strength
95 reads
1 Comment
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 11:00pm
25th Feb 2025 11:00pm
Erlik
Everyday I do austerities to the spirits.
I starve.
I don't drink water.
I bear pain I cause myself.
I don't feed my addictions
Self destructive spirituality.
I'm stuck in a mystical head space.
One foot here.
Another out there.
Where the Gods dance.
And I, an outsider there.
As I am here.
Hang out in burial grounds.
Starving like the mangy animal I am.
Embrace the change of death.
The shedding of skin of spring.
I am the wisdom of the trickster.
Always leave them guessing.
Never be the same....
I starve.
I don't drink water.
I bear pain I cause myself.
I don't feed my addictions
Self destructive spirituality.
I'm stuck in a mystical head space.
One foot here.
Another out there.
Where the Gods dance.
And I, an outsider there.
As I am here.
Hang out in burial grounds.
Starving like the mangy animal I am.
Embrace the change of death.
The shedding of skin of spring.
I am the wisdom of the trickster.
Always leave them guessing.
Never be the same....
#fate
#pagan
#sacrifice
97 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 10:37am
21st Feb 2025 10:37am
The Gov't Wants You (Collab with AfterSexDilemma)
You come over and I'll feed you.
Then rape you and tattoo my name on you.
Insert a tracking device and chain you to me.
Register you in the government's cattle tracking system.
Use you for stud services and make lots of money off your sperm donations.
And when you're old, I'll sell all your internal organs for profit.
Scatter your ashes in my garden as fertilizer!
You the consumer are enjoying the taste of cannibalistic delight!
Then rape you and tattoo my name on you.
Insert a tracking device and chain you to me.
Register you in the government's cattle tracking system.
Use you for stud services and make lots of money off your sperm donations.
And when you're old, I'll sell all your internal organs for profit.
Scatter your ashes in my garden as fertilizer!
You the consumer are enjoying the taste of cannibalistic delight!
#collaboration
#corruption
#FeelingTrapped
#greed
#sacrifice
105 reads
17 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 4:16pm
20th Feb 2025 4:16pm
The Gov't Needs Your Fluids(Collab with Vision_of_insanity)
You come over and I'll feed you.
Then rape you and tattoo my name on you.
Insert a tracking device and chain you to me.
Register you in the government's cattle tracking system.
Use you for stud services and make lots of money off your sperm donations.
And when you're old, I'll sell all your internal organs for profit.
Scatter your ashes in my garden as fertilizer!
You the consumer are enjoying the taste of cannibalistic delight!
Then rape you and tattoo my name on you.
Insert a tracking device and chain you to me.
Register you in the government's cattle tracking system.
Use you for stud services and make lots of money off your sperm donations.
And when you're old, I'll sell all your internal organs for profit.
Scatter your ashes in my garden as fertilizer!
You the consumer are enjoying the taste of cannibalistic delight!
#funny
#corruption
#greed
#FeelingTrapped
#sacrifice
109 reads
7 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 5:32pm
14th Feb 2025 5:32pm
Can't Unsee The Truth
I'm writing this story, and I'm now 100% obsessed with getting it finished.
But I wish it didn't have to be polished and neat to be accepted.
Oh, God, this world is sick. This world kicked me. This world destroyed me. This world is superficial and fake.
But damn it, I want my voice heard. "I want my pink shirt back." I'm a library full of pop culture.
A few more months of having to fake all of this.
My story will be heard.
I'm that girl, Diana Rose, coming from the dead.
To live out a tale that is so...
But I wish it didn't have to be polished and neat to be accepted.
Oh, God, this world is sick. This world kicked me. This world destroyed me. This world is superficial and fake.
But damn it, I want my voice heard. "I want my pink shirt back." I'm a library full of pop culture.
A few more months of having to fake all of this.
My story will be heard.
I'm that girl, Diana Rose, coming from the dead.
To live out a tale that is so...
#lies
#sacrifice
#suffering #TruthOfLife
#suffering #TruthOfLife
86 reads
1 Comment
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 00:56am
6th Feb 2025 00:56am
Necropolis-a-lago
As suspected, Bibi was in cahoots,
with global conservatives that include
the genocide jingo MAGA galoots
jonesing for Mediterranean crude.
Where now are the cries of "Genocide Joe"?
Now that Trump reveals the master plan
of Levantine resorts with oil below
at the beckon call of the master man...
arms akimbo over the smoking bones
of countless families for each guilty dude,
which no holocaust ghost likely condones,
as they know too well the cost of a feud...
a lesson lost on MAGA ambition ...
with global conservatives that include
the genocide jingo MAGA galoots
jonesing for Mediterranean crude.
Where now are the cries of "Genocide Joe"?
Now that Trump reveals the master plan
of Levantine resorts with oil below
at the beckon call of the master man...
arms akimbo over the smoking bones
of countless families for each guilty dude,
which no holocaust ghost likely condones,
as they know too well the cost of a feud...
a lesson lost on MAGA ambition ...
#curse
#evil
#hate
#lies
#sacrifice
116 reads
4 Comments
Duice
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 7:56am
5th Feb 2025 7:56am
The Destroyer (Part 5)
Doling excruciating pain is obsession to valiant soldiers
that’ll arm wrestle the very epitome of Death to that
Fighting for infinity wraith on the other dark side
of time and space in stone grip to strike back
Black Panther speaking open heart surgery
to parade of Ancestors razor claws drawn
I do it for Wakanda across the chest
til life RIPs respawn or blood gone
Silver fox too cunning to be meat
in afterlife a simp or devoured
When I die it’ll be sacrificial in stance extinguished
glorious Lamb to awaken bright side empowered ...
that’ll arm wrestle the very epitome of Death to that
Fighting for infinity wraith on the other dark side
of time and space in stone grip to strike back
Black Panther speaking open heart surgery
to parade of Ancestors razor claws drawn
I do it for Wakanda across the chest
til life RIPs respawn or blood gone
Silver fox too cunning to be meat
in afterlife a simp or devoured
When I die it’ll be sacrificial in stance extinguished
glorious Lamb to awaken bright side empowered ...
#faith
#fate
#redemption
#sacrifice
#spiritual
96 reads
0 Comments
Mando82
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 3:08pm
4th Feb 2025 3:08pm
My Obsession My Slutty Succubus Queen
#dark
#erotic
#manipulation
#sacrifice
#temptation
225 reads
1 Comment
TheVORTEXRETURNS
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 7:26pm
29th Jan 2025 7:26pm
"The Radiant Reckoning"
Countless beams of resplendent light. The illumination
of inescapable judgments.
The lustrous fires of a focused might.
The overpowering foreknowledge of fate and its purpose. Though an evil was unleashed.
The shackles that bind us unable to subdue its menace.
It glows with the light that would make us cower hiding all of are secrets.
Its blinding reckoning would make us fearful of its purpose.
The silence that would descend would overpower the winds that surround us.
The reckoning of that vivid test would ultimately prove ...
of inescapable judgments.
The lustrous fires of a focused might.
The overpowering foreknowledge of fate and its purpose. Though an evil was unleashed.
The shackles that bind us unable to subdue its menace.
It glows with the light that would make us cower hiding all of are secrets.
Its blinding reckoning would make us fearful of its purpose.
The silence that would descend would overpower the winds that surround us.
The reckoning of that vivid test would ultimately prove ...
#morality
#mythology
#pagan
#rebirth
#sacrifice
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 2:40pm
26th Jan 2025 2:40pm
The Portal
Princess Alia circles her pointed finger around and around, opening the portal of Hell.
"Yahweh, I know the truth, you bitch! You're the real devil that's keeping us all down. So, why don't you? Why don't you take me to the abyss?"
Hell. Admit one.
She saw this on a girl's earrings at Best Buy before.
And she knows it very well is a sign...
A sign that's she's the one who will go.
Once a man named Jesus went to Hell for 3 billion years...
Now, a woman must go... The Princess of Hell and Earth...
"Yahweh, I know the truth, you bitch! You're the real devil that's keeping us all down. So, why don't you? Why don't you take me to the abyss?"
Hell. Admit one.
She saw this on a girl's earrings at Best Buy before.
And she knows it very well is a sign...
A sign that's she's the one who will go.
Once a man named Jesus went to Hell for 3 billion years...
Now, a woman must go... The Princess of Hell and Earth...
#sacrifice
#spiritual
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OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 8:45am
23rd Jan 2025 8:45am
Invocation
I call upon the Legion, from the depths of darkest night,
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
#dark
#hate
#sacrifice #suffering
#sacrifice #suffering
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