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.
Thedeadinme
Poem Published
Today 6:29am
Today 6:29am
Forsook
A beautiful serenade
for the dead to ponder
the stars to falter
upon ivory towers
Beneath the drownings
of a thousand sorrows
silence echoes
eternity's blunder
An heirloom of betrayal
begets the lowly
in rue and ash
lies death's desire
for the dead to ponder
the stars to falter
upon ivory towers
Beneath the drownings
of a thousand sorrows
silence echoes
eternity's blunder
An heirloom of betrayal
begets the lowly
in rue and ash
lies death's desire
#dark
#sacrifice
16 reads
0 Comments
Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
4th Aug 2022 10:11pm
4th Aug 2022 10:11pm
THINK OF THAT TEST.
THINK OF THAT TEST.
All wounds are pain, and no one likes
to suffer pain and its harsh strain.
Up there, God asks about my wounds.
I say,"l had some in my life."
I put them all in front of Him
but feel they are too few and slim.
I beg His mercy to accept
my humble injuries on land.
I'm so ashamed of what l have,
but ask His kindness to forgive
what l could not do in life's time
to be the brother of His Son.
My Lord, do not be hard on me.
I've done my best for this hard test.
My trivial scratches are...
All wounds are pain, and no one likes
to suffer pain and its harsh strain.
Up there, God asks about my wounds.
I say,"l had some in my life."
I put them all in front of Him
but feel they are too few and slim.
I beg His mercy to accept
my humble injuries on land.
I'm so ashamed of what l have,
but ask His kindness to forgive
what l could not do in life's time
to be the brother of His Son.
My Lord, do not be hard on me.
I've done my best for this hard test.
My trivial scratches are...
#sacrifice
18 reads
18 Comments
Deathkitty_134
Khach0
Khach0
Poem Published
24th Jul 2022 10:23am
24th Jul 2022 10:23am
Not Just the Killing
There's nothing more inhumane than war
it strips a man of heart connected to spirit
unspeakable acts of terror, splicing a man's cock
bands making music to raise funds for guns
I have to put that record at the back
creating a world devoid of love, compassion;
wisdom has been exchanged for reaction
no deep thought goes in, young blood flows
cities filled with bullets and rage
bodies lie naked on the ground, for what;
who would send their children to die
plans to make a world without human connection
where is the humanity gone in our...
it strips a man of heart connected to spirit
unspeakable acts of terror, splicing a man's cock
bands making music to raise funds for guns
I have to put that record at the back
creating a world devoid of love, compassion;
wisdom has been exchanged for reaction
no deep thought goes in, young blood flows
cities filled with bullets and rage
bodies lie naked on the ground, for what;
who would send their children to die
plans to make a world without human connection
where is the humanity gone in our...
#war
#philosophical
#sacrifice
54 reads
5 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Jul 2022 3:29pm
11th Jul 2022 3:29pm
The Way We Were
In the last days of the techno world
Civility sank under hatred's weight
And degrading epithets were hurled
Thinking that the thing making great men great.
The leadership led with a Gong Show gong
To pocket pick the people's attention
Away from distinguishing right from wrong
Or who deserved an honorable mention.
Then one day there was something amiss
As nature took our sapience to task
With the sort of thing we couldn't dismiss
Without wearing an exceptional mask!
One that kept evil out of our face
As it symbolized our social...
Civility sank under hatred's weight
And degrading epithets were hurled
Thinking that the thing making great men great.
The leadership led with a Gong Show gong
To pocket pick the people's attention
Away from distinguishing right from wrong
Or who deserved an honorable mention.
Then one day there was something amiss
As nature took our sapience to task
With the sort of thing we couldn't dismiss
Without wearing an exceptional mask!
One that kept evil out of our face
As it symbolized our social...
#death
#tragedy
#greed
#suffering
#sacrifice
39 reads
0 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
28th Jun 2022 6:16pm
28th Jun 2022 6:16pm
All Over Again
Isn't the sea a fist with the earth inside?
When capped with white outrage and egged by roars,
waves can corkscrew through breakwaters with ease.
After the frothing, it disappoints though,
the roar vanishes, apologetic,
it cedes the sea to ship horns and seagulls.
We forget what we fought for, to march anew
is new, not remembered, but we will roar
once more, we are capped again with outrage,
there are ships to upend, dictatorships,
islands to reach, children to feed, after
the end of every ebb, like the sea, we heave, ...
When capped with white outrage and egged by roars,
waves can corkscrew through breakwaters with ease.
After the frothing, it disappoints though,
the roar vanishes, apologetic,
it cedes the sea to ship horns and seagulls.
We forget what we fought for, to march anew
is new, not remembered, but we will roar
once more, we are capped again with outrage,
there are ships to upend, dictatorships,
islands to reach, children to feed, after
the end of every ebb, like the sea, we heave, ...
#oppression
#freedom
#HumanRights
#sacrifice
#rebellion
66 reads
0 Comments
Miss_Haides
Poem Published
25th Jun 2022 9:28am
25th Jun 2022 9:28am
Hidden Desires
She plays it too cool.
Too cold. Too casual. Too quiet.
So she will never be too much, too loud, too intolerable.
She says nothing, she doesn't initiate. She follows cues, only reflecting what is given.
She becomes too plain.
But she likes to touch, to taste, to cry, to be afraid.
She wants to feel anything other than the everyday.
She likes to listen, to offer hope,
To make you feel less strange.
She will tell you, you belong
You have a place.
And she will hide away.
...
Too cold. Too casual. Too quiet.
So she will never be too much, too loud, too intolerable.
She says nothing, she doesn't initiate. She follows cues, only reflecting what is given.
She becomes too plain.
But she likes to touch, to taste, to cry, to be afraid.
She wants to feel anything other than the everyday.
She likes to listen, to offer hope,
To make you feel less strange.
She will tell you, you belong
You have a place.
And she will hide away.
...
#love
#hope
#sacrifice
58 reads
2 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
8th Jun 2022 11:09am
8th Jun 2022 11:09am
The Narcissist's Lover
The Narcissist's Lover
The world
is a snack
in a narcissist's dream,
for nothing
is ever as sweet
as it seems.
No matter
how much
is given their cause,
It always ends up
just crushed
in their paws.
Drowning
in syrup
then burning in fire,
the object
of lust
and wanton desire,
first all the acting,
all beauty
and lace,
then heartlessly cruel
with love
not a trace.
The world
is a snack
in a narcissist's dream,
for nothing
is ever as sweet
as it seems.
No matter
how much
is given their cause,
It always ends up
just crushed
in their paws.
Drowning
in syrup
then burning in fire,
the object
of lust
and wanton desire,
first all the acting,
all beauty
and lace,
then heartlessly cruel
with love
not a trace.
#dark
#vanity
#sacrifice
106 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
8th Jun 2022 3:54am
8th Jun 2022 3:54am
Common Ground
Tragedy becomes a distant dream
After an enumeration of years
Dispels the bitter alluvial stream
Into the trail dust of futile tears.
Thusly pain, with pleasure, grows dim with age
Until even charmed nostalgia fades
Or crinkles along a scholars page
Well beyond the time all folklore degrades
Into the compost of future story,
Where, manured into elocution
Representing chivalry and glory
Or a long overdue absolution,
Stray tears drop again from cathartic thoughts
When graveyards and theater share their plots.
After an enumeration of years
Dispels the bitter alluvial stream
Into the trail dust of futile tears.
Thusly pain, with pleasure, grows dim with age
Until even charmed nostalgia fades
Or crinkles along a scholars page
Well beyond the time all folklore degrades
Into the compost of future story,
Where, manured into elocution
Representing chivalry and glory
Or a long overdue absolution,
Stray tears drop again from cathartic thoughts
When graveyards and theater share their plots.
#memories
#misunderstood
#MovingOn #sacrifice
#MovingOn #sacrifice
98 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 7:23pm
7th Jun 2022 7:23pm
The Phantom Menace
I hear you screech, O sovereign owl
While you range beneath the moon
In your covert midnight prowl
As Athena's talon tycoon...
Who's mission has the mice affright
And fleeing your nocturnal dives
From your soft, invisible flight...
Devastating to those rodent lives
Spot lit by all those lunar beams
Assisting your inaudible snares
Punctuating...fatal rodent screams
As your talon rips and tears,
Rendering them into the meat
That lets you call your night complete!
While you range beneath the moon
In your covert midnight prowl
As Athena's talon tycoon...
Who's mission has the mice affright
And fleeing your nocturnal dives
From your soft, invisible flight...
Devastating to those rodent lives
Spot lit by all those lunar beams
Assisting your inaudible snares
Punctuating...fatal rodent screams
As your talon rips and tears,
Rendering them into the meat
That lets you call your night complete!
#death
#sacrifice
58 reads
0 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
1st Jun 2022 2:09am
1st Jun 2022 2:09am
When the Flip
When the Flip
I can remember
when the flip
happened.
What was beautiful inverted
with what was not.
Beauty
turned its back
on me,
believing the slick
words
of others.
What had never
been given
a spark
of notice
became my muse.
In my wretchedness,
I was accepted.
That became
the appex
of beauty.
I can remember
when the flip
happened.
What was beautiful inverted
with what was not.
Beauty
turned its back
on me,
believing the slick
words
of others.
What had never
been given
a spark
of notice
became my muse.
In my wretchedness,
I was accepted.
That became
the appex
of beauty.
#patience
#honesty
#sacrifice
#wisdom
#tolerance
126 reads
4 Comments
DreamIllusions
Poem Published
10th May 2022 9:30pm
10th May 2022 9:30pm
Greed
That appetite
Winds around your windpipe
Choking out your voice
As if you even had a choice
Crushing your very skull
With every swipe and pull
It creeps in
It strikes cold
Nothing to see here
Nothing to say
Just watch what it does
At the end of the day
Winds around your windpipe
Choking out your voice
As if you even had a choice
Crushing your very skull
With every swipe and pull
It creeps in
It strikes cold
Nothing to see here
Nothing to say
Just watch what it does
At the end of the day
#addiction
#greed
#temptation
#sacrifice
#curse
161 reads
1 Comment
TheMonsterfromHe11
Poem Published
3rd May 2022 9:41am
3rd May 2022 9:41am
Red Eyes
Looming beyond perception.
Fuming with wrathful sexual destruction of others.
Mr. Red eyes, how insatiable your lust for devouring the useless yet familiar.
How those eyes sink into the darkest depths of raw emotions.
And act upon instinctual hatred.
Mouth seeping with the venom with the same intense intent.
How you've infected others with the same animalistic mindset.
Mr. Red eyes in all your blackened glory.
Fur as thick as smoke that looms around you.
Body covered...
Fuming with wrathful sexual destruction of others.
Mr. Red eyes, how insatiable your lust for devouring the useless yet familiar.
How those eyes sink into the darkest depths of raw emotions.
And act upon instinctual hatred.
Mouth seeping with the venom with the same intense intent.
How you've infected others with the same animalistic mindset.
Mr. Red eyes in all your blackened glory.
Fur as thick as smoke that looms around you.
Body covered...
#dark
#dreams
#death
#nightmares
#sacrifice
96 reads
DU Poetry : Poems about Sacrifice
