Least Read Poems About Sacrifice
#sacrifice
yelluw_always
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 9:55pm
8th Jan 2019 9:55pm
6. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
my ears; jurassic lying dogs
crack an eye
at the slam door&shuts
with gutta-percha
abandoned housevines.
serum-anaesthetic so numb-
far from toilet.
bagful-godless plastic fluidclear
balloon stringing me along,
hear for me, my gadgets, my souls floating.
ersatz-doktor, labellapel I can’t
read-with-the-focus-upon-what-doesn’t-
I gear like your timepiece.
flat back & a tucked sweat-buckets
head wrap, time-bandage bondage aesthetic,
glass darkly revels when I sideblink
after a venerable dreamless...
crack an eye
at the slam door&shuts
with gutta-percha
abandoned housevines.
serum-anaesthetic so numb-
far from toilet.
bagful-godless plastic fluidclear
balloon stringing me along,
hear for me, my gadgets, my souls floating.
ersatz-doktor, labellapel I can’t
read-with-the-focus-upon-what-doesn’t-
I gear like your timepiece.
flat back & a tucked sweat-buckets
head wrap, time-bandage bondage aesthetic,
glass darkly revels when I sideblink
after a venerable dreamless...
#technology
#politics
#sacrifice #disability
#sacrifice #disability
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
12th Mar 2021 6:34pm
12th Mar 2021 6:34pm
Friends Of Season 2
Part Two:
“I mulch my soil to rid disease
Ever watching undressing trees
Change is coming with silent thieves
A storm is brewing in the eye of leaves”
(Fall)
Sunflowers:
you ease my mind whilst transitioned soil
you dry my tears with words emerged in honey
you carry my struggles encroached your back
you ensure my outlooks are always sunny
you tower my shadows in sprinkled hope
encourage my thoughts to swim the seas
you shelter my weakness with a secured arm
you keep me planted through the...
“I mulch my soil to rid disease
Ever watching undressing trees
Change is coming with silent thieves
A storm is brewing in the eye of leaves”
(Fall)
Sunflowers:
you ease my mind whilst transitioned soil
you dry my tears with words emerged in honey
you carry my struggles encroached your back
you ensure my outlooks are always sunny
you tower my shadows in sprinkled hope
encourage my thoughts to swim the seas
you shelter my weakness with a secured arm
you keep me planted through the...
#strength
#friendship
#LifeCycle
#sacrifice
#tolerance
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
5th Mar 2020 5:27pm
5th Mar 2020 5:27pm
Forget Not Thy Father
Though my lineage be tarnished
And void of respect
Desolated by the sins of my father
I raised you through spirit
Free and unshackled of their cycle
I fed you my journeys
In hopes you’d grow strong
I anointed your foreheads
From a bowl of my shed tears
To awaken your protected circle
Though I may only be flesh and blood
I am not without fault
I raised you better than that of my father
Under the protected mercy of our father
I have sacrificed much just to lose all
But I know he has a plan for me
And I...
And void of respect
Desolated by the sins of my father
I raised you through spirit
Free and unshackled of their cycle
I fed you my journeys
In hopes you’d grow strong
I anointed your foreheads
From a bowl of my shed tears
To awaken your protected circle
Though I may only be flesh and blood
I am not without fault
I raised you better than that of my father
Under the protected mercy of our father
I have sacrificed much just to lose all
But I know he has a plan for me
And I...
#faith
#fate
#spiritual
#redemption
#sacrifice
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
25th Dec 2018 8:51am
25th Dec 2018 8:51am
before education
dig the twilight with a furlough
spun of anti-space, worship
what we trace to link solitude,
cool star fire laid like unknown soldiers,
worn paths
from teething monoliths to cease fire,
mercury rising
leads an allegory of war-
the past has come home
straight to the back room
of your head, holy primordial thing
not unlike the profile of a crag, and the fox
covering its tracks
like a daylight's withdrawal, howling erasure
our negative also creates, the bluest spell
gathers its...
spun of anti-space, worship
what we trace to link solitude,
cool star fire laid like unknown soldiers,
worn paths
from teething monoliths to cease fire,
mercury rising
leads an allegory of war-
the past has come home
straight to the back room
of your head, holy primordial thing
not unlike the profile of a crag, and the fox
covering its tracks
like a daylight's withdrawal, howling erasure
our negative also creates, the bluest spell
gathers its...
#philosophical
#morality
#sacrifice
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Sukisushicrown
Poem Published
12th Oct 2023 5:50am
12th Oct 2023 5:50am
1993
They&re not allowed to see,what you and me,plus one more,makes three,do,on the made up,for us three, bathroom floor.
Where,
Incidentally,Pope,what's his name,
who thinks he's God Almighty,
do you remember,took our virginity.
Praise The Lord 1993.
©SukiSushiCrown.12-10-2023.
Where,
Incidentally,Pope,what's his name,
who thinks he's God Almighty,
do you remember,took our virginity.
Praise The Lord 1993.
©SukiSushiCrown.12-10-2023.
#morality
#sacrifice
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oskar
Poem Published
14th Oct 2023 8:34am
14th Oct 2023 8:34am
modest finances
Modest finances
We're supposed to travel to the Algarve, stay at a posh hotel, and eat at a restaurant that sells African food
on my birthday
So many medical bills coming, an unhealthy thud in our post-box and the tediousness of re-insuring the car to walk in our car-infested town and the lengths to banks and medical facility makes a car
a must.
Of course, we could go to the Algarve, stay at a doss house, and risk fighting the bedbugs, there have been many French tourists this year.
When the finances are modest, it is not tragic one has to be less craven...
We're supposed to travel to the Algarve, stay at a posh hotel, and eat at a restaurant that sells African food
on my birthday
So many medical bills coming, an unhealthy thud in our post-box and the tediousness of re-insuring the car to walk in our car-infested town and the lengths to banks and medical facility makes a car
a must.
Of course, we could go to the Algarve, stay at a doss house, and risk fighting the bedbugs, there have been many French tourists this year.
When the finances are modest, it is not tragic one has to be less craven...
#courage
#dark
#romantic
#patience
#sacrifice
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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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Lack1ng
Poem Published
14th May 2023 8:35am
14th May 2023 8:35am
my sister got a motorcycle
I hear the rumble of an engine.
Of a two-wheeled road demon,
That defies logic and safety.
A trolley, carrying
Dopamine and adrenaline
To an addict experiencing withdrawals.
I remember the smile plastered on her face,
White and black patterns traipsing across a jacket,
Most of all,
How excited she was to tell me about it.
I’m scared for my little sister,
And I'll never let her know.
Because who am I to steal such joy,
From the people I hold close.
But I won’t lie and say,
I don’t feel a pang of...
Of a two-wheeled road demon,
That defies logic and safety.
A trolley, carrying
Dopamine and adrenaline
To an addict experiencing withdrawals.
I remember the smile plastered on her face,
White and black patterns traipsing across a jacket,
Most of all,
How excited she was to tell me about it.
I’m scared for my little sister,
And I'll never let her know.
Because who am I to steal such joy,
From the people I hold close.
But I won’t lie and say,
I don’t feel a pang of...
#sacrifice
#fear
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Grace
Stardusts
Stardusts
Poem Published
10th Nov 2023 1:29pm
10th Nov 2023 1:29pm
Moon over Borneo
gather near o’ kinfolks mine
by the fire's glow let's hear the chant
sacred circle and holding hands
let spirit's call from ancient mind
guidance we seek from realms of yore
wise ancestors’ spirits of old
your wisdom we seek for knowledge be
may the veil of time gently shift
guide us enlighten us o' wise one
we summon powers of the divine
we chant our mantra from earth's deep
incantations to scour the heavens high
we call upon the spirits from high
visions be granted our wishes be
darkness banish our sights be...
by the fire's glow let's hear the chant
sacred circle and holding hands
let spirit's call from ancient mind
guidance we seek from realms of yore
wise ancestors’ spirits of old
your wisdom we seek for knowledge be
may the veil of time gently shift
guide us enlighten us o' wise one
we summon powers of the divine
we chant our mantra from earth's deep
incantations to scour the heavens high
we call upon the spirits from high
visions be granted our wishes be
darkness banish our sights be...
#historical
#sacrifice
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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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poeticdelight
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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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
17th Oct 2023 2:44pm
17th Oct 2023 2:44pm
Ode to Belzébuth
On the altar as a sacrifice
To Belzébuth
Lays the young victim
Drugged to sleep
A vein opened
The blood flow controlled
By the High Priest,
The blood served in chalices
In a perfect mix of
Half blood, half wine of the highest quality
And served on silver plates
Along with honeyed waffles.
To Belzébuth
Lays the young victim
Drugged to sleep
A vein opened
The blood flow controlled
By the High Priest,
The blood served in chalices
In a perfect mix of
Half blood, half wine of the highest quality
And served on silver plates
Along with honeyed waffles.
#mythology
#sacrifice
#tradition
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Sacrifice
