Poems About Sacrifice Seeking Honest Critique
#sacrifice
MotDi
Poem Published
15th Jan 2024 11:10pm
15th Jan 2024 11:10pm
Proverb 3:5-6
Your every word is an affirmation that I cling to like life preserver.
Every calculated character on your keyboard.
Are the tethers to my soul that keep me grounded to this reality.
Because the things that You make me feel seem like such fantasies of grandeur.
This agape.
If you pinched me. Would I wake up from this dream?
I don't ever want to not be allowed to experience this again. Everytime You speak my new name as if I had been born with it.
How do You know me so well?
Did we meet in another life and you ruled over my existence the same way You own...
Every calculated character on your keyboard.
Are the tethers to my soul that keep me grounded to this reality.
Because the things that You make me feel seem like such fantasies of grandeur.
This agape.
If you pinched me. Would I wake up from this dream?
I don't ever want to not be allowed to experience this again. Everytime You speak my new name as if I had been born with it.
How do You know me so well?
Did we meet in another life and you ruled over my existence the same way You own...
#love
#BDSM
#spiritual
#sacrifice
#obsession
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cabcool
Poem Published
18th Dec 2023 6:14am
18th Dec 2023 6:14am
beautiful gifts
the joys of selfless giving
[No. 1 from The Youth Collection]
"The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life
is to give it away."—David Viscott
give me beautiful eyes:
let me behold the azure skies,
that when the sun at even paints the canvas of the west,
i may behold the wonders of the universe at rest.
give me beautiful lips,
that i may send delicious sips
of kindly words to every heart that longs for poetry;
and may the world be ransomed by my deft...
[No. 1 from The Youth Collection]
"The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life
is to give it away."—David Viscott
give me beautiful eyes:
let me behold the azure skies,
that when the sun at even paints the canvas of the west,
i may behold the wonders of the universe at rest.
give me beautiful lips,
that i may send delicious sips
of kindly words to every heart that longs for poetry;
and may the world be ransomed by my deft...
#kindness
#gratitude
#support #sacrifice
#support #sacrifice
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Rory
Poem Published
24th Nov 2023 11:31am
24th Nov 2023 11:31am
The pain of love
#heartbroken
#erotic
#BDSM
#sacrifice
#DomesticViolence
350 reads
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
20th Nov 2023 5:15pm
20th Nov 2023 5:15pm
Poetic Rebirth
i love the fields that stretch to where the eye fades
and the thick remote forest that gives emerald shades
with oaken branches, and wild hard fruit, heavily laden
where the wolf hides, and shepherds watch over the herds
i am at home,when i roam the flat green wheat fields
sizzling locusts make them ripe, while the sun gilds
and they stretch to horizon line, like a green carpet
that sways to every winds breathing, smooth like velvet
fair and meek is the wind of the hilly rocky mountains
where i haunt the place, homely...
and the thick remote forest that gives emerald shades
with oaken branches, and wild hard fruit, heavily laden
where the wolf hides, and shepherds watch over the herds
i am at home,when i roam the flat green wheat fields
sizzling locusts make them ripe, while the sun gilds
and they stretch to horizon line, like a green carpet
that sways to every winds breathing, smooth like velvet
fair and meek is the wind of the hilly rocky mountains
where i haunt the place, homely...
#religion
#spiritual
#philosophical
#morality
#sacrifice
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5 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 11:18pm
19th Nov 2023 11:18pm
how quelling, now, your dwelling
plucked-flower reaping song
“We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees,
yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid
when told they are loved.”—Brandi Snyder
how linden
in the garden,
resplendent in the cradle
of the wind,
the conversations
of bright, charming roses
and sweet forget-me-nots,
cut short by strident knife
in prime of life!
not knowing
where they’re going,
they huddle close to hear
the reaping song:
hasten to me,...
“We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees,
yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid
when told they are loved.”—Brandi Snyder
how linden
in the garden,
resplendent in the cradle
of the wind,
the conversations
of bright, charming roses
and sweet forget-me-nots,
cut short by strident knife
in prime of life!
not knowing
where they’re going,
they huddle close to hear
the reaping song:
hasten to me,...
#flowers
#rose
#nature
#sacrifice
#deception
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cabcool
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 7:27pm
19th Nov 2023 7:27pm
bloomin' sacrifices
the fate of fallen flow'rs
a sonnet
“A flower’s appeal is in its contradictions—so delicate in form yet
strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in
life yet long on effect.”—Terri Guillemets
cut flow'rs are part of adam's fallen race:
today they bloom, tomorrow losing face,
wind-dancing in the fragrant morning light,
ere comatose they waste in vasen plight.
the hand that culls them is the sword of fate,
the withering, as man's brief days abate;
the seeds that fall, the progeny of love,
the...
a sonnet
“A flower’s appeal is in its contradictions—so delicate in form yet
strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in
life yet long on effect.”—Terri Guillemets
cut flow'rs are part of adam's fallen race:
today they bloom, tomorrow losing face,
wind-dancing in the fragrant morning light,
ere comatose they waste in vasen plight.
the hand that culls them is the sword of fate,
the withering, as man's brief days abate;
the seeds that fall, the progeny of love,
the...
#death
#flowers
#nature
#redemption
#sacrifice
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ELIAS11
Poem Published
11th Nov 2023 1:05am
11th Nov 2023 1:05am
I Am Is Ash
Completion
forms
the
folds
of
an
inevasible
w
i
t
h
e ...
forms
the
folds
of
an
inevasible
w
i
t
h
e ...
#God
#faith
#rebirth
#TruthOfLife
#sacrifice
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
9th Nov 2023 3:24pm
9th Nov 2023 3:24pm
Thought She Made It Out
Veronica thought
she made it out of the life
but that was before
some guy named David blackmailed
the Lynx to pull one more job.
she made it out of the life
but that was before
some guy named David blackmailed
the Lynx to pull one more job.
#bullying
#fiction
#tanka
#sacrifice
#choices
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Ash74
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 9:05am
3rd Nov 2023 9:05am
Change
What would it take for your kindness to fade?
What promise would tempt you to abandon your moral standing?
You do not seem to want for anything
Perhaps your empathy will be your downfall
Would you damn strangers for a chance to save your beloved?
Would you be consumed by grief that you push everyone else away?
You do not seem to want a compromise
Perhaps you will find that it’s worth it
What promise would tempt you to abandon your moral standing?
You do not seem to want for anything
Perhaps your empathy will be your downfall
Would you damn strangers for a chance to save your beloved?
Would you be consumed by grief that you push everyone else away?
You do not seem to want a compromise
Perhaps you will find that it’s worth it
#sadness
#love
#sacrifice #bittersweet
#sacrifice #bittersweet
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deadwolf
Poem Published
1st Oct 2023 9:50pm
1st Oct 2023 9:50pm
Midnight Conjuring
``~~~...~~~```
Even in death,
dark thoughts rot mine soul
That which I kept inside
has made its way out
that which was hid
among mine seven deadly sins
conjured,
In the midnight sun of the necromancer
vivianite bones
Old and decrepit
darken green blue & black,
```~~~… ...~~~```
That which was hid inside,
has found its way out
And am left as dead things among the living
In the valley of dry bones
```~~~… … ...~~~```
Even in death,
dark thoughts rot mine soul
That which I kept inside
has made its way out
that which was hid
among mine seven deadly sins
conjured,
In the midnight sun of the necromancer
vivianite bones
Old and decrepit
darken green blue & black,
```~~~… ...~~~```
That which was hid inside,
has found its way out
And am left as dead things among the living
In the valley of dry bones
```~~~… … ...~~~```
#rebirth
#TruthOfLife
#magic
#sacrifice
#curse
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LonelyBrokenDemon
Ritshe
Ritshe
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2023 4:28pm
22nd Sep 2023 4:28pm
Illusions
The difference between you and me is quite simple.
It's just that what you call a lie,
I call it being in an illusion.
Sometimes you tend to keep people
Under an illusion just to make them happy
By telling them the things that they wish to hear.
But I guess, keeping the ones you love
or perhaps anyone for that matter in an illusion,
Can be the best and the worst thing you can
ever do to them.
And again, It's ironic for me to say
I hate illusions when I love the one where
I force myself to be in, close to you.
It's just that what you call a lie,
I call it being in an illusion.
Sometimes you tend to keep people
Under an illusion just to make them happy
By telling them the things that they wish to hear.
But I guess, keeping the ones you love
or perhaps anyone for that matter in an illusion,
Can be the best and the worst thing you can
ever do to them.
And again, It's ironic for me to say
I hate illusions when I love the one where
I force myself to be in, close to you.
#love
#secrets
#lies
#sacrifice
#manipulation
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cabcool
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 7:45pm
19th Sep 2023 7:45pm
the widow's might
For I have never been that poor, [nor have I
ever] been that rich.”―Edwina Gateley
predicament is not the balm of fools,
nor palaces of comfort to the poor;
the worldly-wise thinks that the world he rules
must build new granaries his wealth to store.
then comes the widow with her conscience clear
who, in her giving, reckons not the cost
of emptiness, inspired by godly fear,
to give the least, yet sacrifice the most.
trust not the quantum of your dollar-worth, ...
ever] been that rich.”―Edwina Gateley
predicament is not the balm of fools,
nor palaces of comfort to the poor;
the worldly-wise thinks that the world he rules
must build new granaries his wealth to store.
then comes the widow with her conscience clear
who, in her giving, reckons not the cost
of emptiness, inspired by godly fear,
to give the least, yet sacrifice the most.
trust not the quantum of your dollar-worth, ...
#money
#humankind
#inequality
#poverty
#sacrifice
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