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.
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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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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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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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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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Another War
Another war,
It's been heard before.
Another war,
What's this one for?
Another war,
Hundreds dead, if not more.
Another war,
Weapons causing uproar.
Another war,
Shaking societies to the core.
Another war,
More commotion, more furore.
Another war?
Cease fire and be enemies no more.
It's been heard before.
Another war,
What's this one for?
Another war,
Hundreds dead, if not more.
Another war,
Weapons causing uproar.
Another war,
Shaking societies to the core.
Another war,
More commotion, more furore.
Another war?
Cease fire and be enemies no more.
#hate
#dark
#tragedy
#suffering
#sacrifice
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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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The Bar with The Bones
The chandelier above me resembles hanging bones
strung together with wires and pins.
It’s like something you would see in a Mexican souvenir shop
or the coroner’s office in a box marked ‘evidence’.
Is it wrong of me to order something strong and admire the deceased?
I should probably order a glass of Cabernet. Wine is always more polite.
It pairs well with the bleeding. Or I guess, the dead.
I see the construction worker opposite me
just got off work and straight to the bar to drink.
Him too, eager and keen for anything strong.
He is...
strung together with wires and pins.
It’s like something you would see in a Mexican souvenir shop
or the coroner’s office in a box marked ‘evidence’.
Is it wrong of me to order something strong and admire the deceased?
I should probably order a glass of Cabernet. Wine is always more polite.
It pairs well with the bleeding. Or I guess, the dead.
I see the construction worker opposite me
just got off work and straight to the bar to drink.
Him too, eager and keen for anything strong.
He is...
#spiritual
#alcohol
#humankind
#sacrifice
#wisdom
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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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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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Adhoora Sapna...
Adhoora Sapna
पहले मेरे जीवन का एक सरल सपना था
जिसमें रोटी, कपडा, और मकान अपना था
उस जीवन में, माँ बाप का सहारा था...
पहले मेरे जीवन का एक सरल सपना था
जिसमें रोटी, कपडा, और मकान अपना था
उस जीवन में, माँ बाप का सहारा था...
#love
#TruthOfLife
#sacrifice #emotions
#sacrifice #emotions
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Why Didn't She Tell Us About This?
Mom and
Dad were both
informed
that Wendy took a
job at a local
strip club in order
to have
college bills
paid up.
Dad were both
informed
that Wendy took a
job at a local
strip club in order
to have
college bills
paid up.
#heartbroken
#corruption
#fiction
#sensual
#sacrifice
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Sidewalk or Sex
#sex
#sacrifice
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