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.
Sacrificial Repossession
On the cross Jesus gave his life with his sacrifice
But motherfuckas are still acting a fool and not living right,
“Every walk of life is doing the same backwards ass shit
On the real he should make a special appearance and cleanse this bitch,
“His sacrifice was for all either they were evil or good
Look at the fucked up world now, you can consider it one big hood,
“Humanity have the nerve to want to travel the stars
But like caged animals we will be kept within our Earthly bars,
“Jesus should take back what he has given...
But motherfuckas are still acting a fool and not living right,
“Every walk of life is doing the same backwards ass shit
On the real he should make a special appearance and cleanse this bitch,
“His sacrifice was for all either they were evil or good
Look at the fucked up world now, you can consider it one big hood,
“Humanity have the nerve to want to travel the stars
But like caged animals we will be kept within our Earthly bars,
“Jesus should take back what he has given...
#disappointment
#sacrifice
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The Cult
Mumble the hymn
Without a stutter
And the gardenias
They’ll creep up
To hug her
Lifeless body
To become one with nature
Or join the cult.
Without a stutter
And the gardenias
They’ll creep up
To hug her
Lifeless body
To become one with nature
Or join the cult.
#corruption
#death
#evil #sacrifice
#evil #sacrifice
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The Long Dance from Midnight
the mountains was young as the pristine earth
in ancient times' sepia lights lustily glow
Shamans chants their songs with nature
each breath of air waking the spirits, flowed
the rhythm of gongs mesmerising
the dance of the Shamans enchanting
the shrieked answers from the mountains bone chilling
nature's spirit sings out in eerie voices
the spirits coalesced with the Shamans
a painful grouping of the supernatural
with the natural scrapping flesh to bones
as barbed wire wrapped around the mortal coil
and then they...
in ancient times' sepia lights lustily glow
Shamans chants their songs with nature
each breath of air waking the spirits, flowed
the rhythm of gongs mesmerising
the dance of the Shamans enchanting
the shrieked answers from the mountains bone chilling
nature's spirit sings out in eerie voices
the spirits coalesced with the Shamans
a painful grouping of the supernatural
with the natural scrapping flesh to bones
as barbed wire wrapped around the mortal coil
and then they...
#sacrifice
#TruthOfLife
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My Inferno
I immolate in my holy fire.
I cry on the pyre
where I will breathe
my last breath
on the breeze,
frozen in the heat.
I lie motionless
and watch the flame
as it undulates.
My fate sealed,
my hate steeled.
My heart
no longer beats,
and my flesh burns
in the scintillating heat.
Raining embers
have left their impression
on my bones.
They've taken their toll
outside of my control.
I'm sick, I can't eat,
I'm incomplete.
All my dreams
and romantic things ...
I cry on the pyre
where I will breathe
my last breath
on the breeze,
frozen in the heat.
I lie motionless
and watch the flame
as it undulates.
My fate sealed,
my hate steeled.
My heart
no longer beats,
and my flesh burns
in the scintillating heat.
Raining embers
have left their impression
on my bones.
They've taken their toll
outside of my control.
I'm sick, I can't eat,
I'm incomplete.
All my dreams
and romantic things ...
#dark
#love
#sacrifice
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Note to Friends and a Poem by Mother
Note to friends and a poem by my mother -
I've been advised by my doctors to practice strict bed rest until my baby arrives, which means I won't be writing for a few days. While it's a bit frustrating to slow down, I know it's what's best for my baby and me.
I'm in good hands. A special friend has graciously stepped in to help with my workload, and Joseph, my ever-supportive partner, is by my side, ensuring I'm comfortable and cared for every step of the way. And of course, David continues to provide financial support for which I’m grateful.
As I...
I've been advised by my doctors to practice strict bed rest until my baby arrives, which means I won't be writing for a few days. While it's a bit frustrating to slow down, I know it's what's best for my baby and me.
I'm in good hands. A special friend has graciously stepped in to help with my workload, and Joseph, my ever-supportive partner, is by my side, ensuring I'm comfortable and cared for every step of the way. And of course, David continues to provide financial support for which I’m grateful.
As I...
#motherhood
#pregnancy
#sacrifice
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The Silence in our Friendship
You did this to us it was all your fault; You mesmerized us and led us to your cult.
the time we shared the hours you stole. How we look back upon them so miraculous and true was the time we had. You stole our very will, was that always your goal. We were helpless to resist. Lost in your comfort like a ship lost in the fog and mist. The world around us fills with deception so the darkness grows. Through the darkness coming in from all sides, we couldn't see beyond the end of our nose.
Trust lost and spirit broken, a rage inside us that we thought long since past is...
the time we shared the hours you stole. How we look back upon them so miraculous and true was the time we had. You stole our very will, was that always your goal. We were helpless to resist. Lost in your comfort like a ship lost in the fog and mist. The world around us fills with deception so the darkness grows. Through the darkness coming in from all sides, we couldn't see beyond the end of our nose.
Trust lost and spirit broken, a rage inside us that we thought long since past is...
#friendship
#love
#sacrifice
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Letter to the Martyr in the Eye of the Hurricane
In the scars you carry
I see the story of courage.
You are the altar where bravery is sacrificed,
where the soul rises in sacrifice.
Each wound is a verse, each mark, a poem.
The pain you endured is the ink that writes your epic.
Your hands, once firm, now trembling,
held the sword of justice.
Your eyes, once full of hope,
they saw the world break into pieces.
And still, you remain standing,
rising like a beacon in the darkness.
Martyr's body,
you are the silent testimony of the struggle.
Your veins are rivers...
I see the story of courage.
You are the altar where bravery is sacrificed,
where the soul rises in sacrifice.
Each wound is a verse, each mark, a poem.
The pain you endured is the ink that writes your epic.
Your hands, once firm, now trembling,
held the sword of justice.
Your eyes, once full of hope,
they saw the world break into pieces.
And still, you remain standing,
rising like a beacon in the darkness.
Martyr's body,
you are the silent testimony of the struggle.
Your veins are rivers...
#anxiety
#hope
#hurt
#mirror
#sacrifice
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New Property Of That One Outlaw Motorcycle Club
Ellie woke up so hungover.
She sees a dragon tattooed on her.
She belongs to the Shoguns.
She sees a dragon tattooed on her.
She belongs to the Shoguns.
#alcohol
#corruption
#fiction
#sacrifice
#suffering
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Nothing will go to waste
Welcome to my c-oven
you'll be sanctified
later on, you'll be purified
tomorrow, you'll be rectified
It's time...
it's time for the sacrifice
the sacrifice of YOU!
You wait for the cows to come home
but baby you squirm like an earthworm
sinker, hook & line
your organs we will dine
We slaughter and then we deep fry
crispy on the inner thigh
I now want more, just like a drunken whore
Like it or not,
dissected and cooked,
before you rot
Justify
Comply ...
you'll be sanctified
later on, you'll be purified
tomorrow, you'll be rectified
It's time...
it's time for the sacrifice
the sacrifice of YOU!
You wait for the cows to come home
but baby you squirm like an earthworm
sinker, hook & line
your organs we will dine
We slaughter and then we deep fry
crispy on the inner thigh
I now want more, just like a drunken whore
Like it or not,
dissected and cooked,
before you rot
Justify
Comply ...
#food
#religion
#rhyming
#sacrifice
#satirical
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I Will Remember Today
I think most
have walked the edge
the one separating is and isn't
a world of competing sensations
or the cloying tasteless grey
Some walk the edge as ritual
and a daily addiction
seeking reason
to pick up the burdens
of a lifetime of sin and regret
just carry it another mile
I have been this person
in many ways I still am
to live each day as the last
and in that final denial of humanity
something grows unforeseen
The flowing, caressing water ...
have walked the edge
the one separating is and isn't
a world of competing sensations
or the cloying tasteless grey
Some walk the edge as ritual
and a daily addiction
seeking reason
to pick up the burdens
of a lifetime of sin and regret
just carry it another mile
I have been this person
in many ways I still am
to live each day as the last
and in that final denial of humanity
something grows unforeseen
The flowing, caressing water ...
#dark
#honesty
#sacrifice #strength
#sacrifice #strength
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april songs: journey of life 8
april song 08—conferment
preferent the sacrifices
when the age of reason flow’rs,
for to rise above each crisis
opens new redemption doors.
in the giving and receiving,
hearts are touched and soles are healed,
as beholding is believing
and new confidence is sealed.
let the strife be no deterrent
to the questing of your dreams;
in the end, the sweet conferment
of the stimme of living streams.
though the odyssey be trying,
you shall find recurrent pause
to the weary soul relying
on the...
preferent the sacrifices
when the age of reason flow’rs,
for to rise above each crisis
opens new redemption doors.
in the giving and receiving,
hearts are touched and soles are healed,
as beholding is believing
and new confidence is sealed.
let the strife be no deterrent
to the questing of your dreams;
in the end, the sweet conferment
of the stimme of living streams.
though the odyssey be trying,
you shall find recurrent pause
to the weary soul relying
on the...
#courage
#hope
#NaPoWriMo2024
#sacrifice
#strength
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april songs: journey of life 6
april song 06—concupiscent
could the seed of every woman
save the seed of every man,
fate would fashion an in lieu plan
that the cosmos could not span.
for the seed of but one woman
could the serpent’s head make squash,
though the heel of this One True Man
felt a bruise—a mere wish-wash.
antecedent concupiscence
lusts the fountains of the mind,
as does consequent imprudence
leave all innocence behind.
but the vantage of the nations,
clothed with lowly righteousness,
is unmoved by mock oblations,...
could the seed of every woman
save the seed of every man,
fate would fashion an in lieu plan
that the cosmos could not span.
for the seed of but one woman
could the serpent’s head make squash,
though the heel of this One True Man
felt a bruise—a mere wish-wash.
antecedent concupiscence
lusts the fountains of the mind,
as does consequent imprudence
leave all innocence behind.
but the vantage of the nations,
clothed with lowly righteousness,
is unmoved by mock oblations,...
#birth
#motherhood
#NaPoWriMo2024
#redemption
#sacrifice
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