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.
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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I Am Is Ash
Completion
forms
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#God
#faith
#rebirth
#TruthOfLife
#sacrifice
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Hungriest Predator
Hunts last
A still tongue, a wise mind
Hunts last
Shades of decay ring clear
Idiosyncratic shaft
Bubbling inside
Lust will froth…
Hungriest Predator hunts last
Assiduous reverberation
Shimmering prescience
Absolute intoxication
Assiduous reverberation
Hunts last
A still tongue, a wise mind
Hunts last
Shades of decay ring clear
Idiosyncratic shaft
Bubbling inside
Lust will froth…
Hungriest Predator hunts last
Assiduous reverberation
Shimmering prescience
Absolute intoxication
Assiduous reverberation
Hunts last
#luck
#sacrifice
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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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The pain of love

#heartbroken
#erotic
#BDSM
#sacrifice
#DomesticViolence
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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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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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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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The Fox
At dawn, the hungry fox forgets to munch,
For you, it starves, its brain in quite a crunch,
At noon, it eyes its food but can't take a bite,
Your charms have left it in quite a silly plight.
By twilight, it's a mess, a bewildered, lovesick hunch,
With a belly grumbling and a mind out to lunch,
Through sleepless nights, it's you that's in its bed,
But really, it should be eating, the fox has said.
For you, it starves, its brain in quite a crunch,
At noon, it eyes its food but can't take a bite,
Your charms have left it in quite a silly plight.
By twilight, it's a mess, a bewildered, lovesick hunch,
With a belly grumbling and a mind out to lunch,
Through sleepless nights, it's you that's in its bed,
But really, it should be eating, the fox has said.
#love
#crush
#passion
#sacrifice
#obsession
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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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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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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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