Poems About Sacrifice Published by Members Recently Online
#sacrifice
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
29th Nov 2018 8:37pm
29th Nov 2018 8:37pm
Stars
( after Robert Frost )
I saw them once, at first light
glistening upon water --
drifting aimlessly, shooting ducks
ignorant of slaughter --
Their light-force dwindling rapidly;
I wanted to warn them, Run! --
Sunrise will assimilate you!
But, my heart held back words
They appeared content, trusting fate;
I could do no more than watch --
suddenly realizing Death
is full payment for Life
What was it I wished for
( while ignorant of sorrow )
as they plummeted...
I saw them once, at first light
glistening upon water --
drifting aimlessly, shooting ducks
ignorant of slaughter --
Their light-force dwindling rapidly;
I wanted to warn them, Run! --
Sunrise will assimilate you!
But, my heart held back words
They appeared content, trusting fate;
I could do no more than watch --
suddenly realizing Death
is full payment for Life
What was it I wished for
( while ignorant of sorrow )
as they plummeted...
#universe
#stars
#astronomy
#sacrifice
#RobertFrost
945 reads
18 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
29th Nov 2018 8:37pm
29th Nov 2018 8:37pm
Stars
( after Robert Frost )
I saw them once, at first light
glistening upon water --
drifting aimlessly, shooting ducks
ignorant of slaughter --
Their light-force dwindling rapidly;
I wanted to warn them, Run! --
Sunrise will assimilate you!
But, my heart held back words
They appeared content, trusting fate;
I could do no more than watch --
suddenly realizing Death
is full payment for Life
What was it I wished for
( while ignorant of sorrow )
as they plummeted...
I saw them once, at first light
glistening upon water --
drifting aimlessly, shooting ducks
ignorant of slaughter --
Their light-force dwindling rapidly;
I wanted to warn them, Run! --
Sunrise will assimilate you!
But, my heart held back words
They appeared content, trusting fate;
I could do no more than watch --
suddenly realizing Death
is full payment for Life
What was it I wished for
( while ignorant of sorrow )
as they plummeted...
#universe
#stars
#astronomy
#sacrifice
#RobertFrost
945 reads
18 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
29th Nov 2018 8:37pm
29th Nov 2018 8:37pm
Stars
( after Robert Frost )
I saw them once, at first light
glistening upon water --
drifting aimlessly, shooting ducks
ignorant of slaughter --
Their light-force dwindling rapidly;
I wanted to warn them, Run! --
Sunrise will assimilate you!
But, my heart held back words
They appeared content, trusting fate;
I could do no more than watch --
suddenly realizing Death
is full payment for Life
What was it I wished for
( while ignorant of sorrow )
as they plummeted...
I saw them once, at first light
glistening upon water --
drifting aimlessly, shooting ducks
ignorant of slaughter --
Their light-force dwindling rapidly;
I wanted to warn them, Run! --
Sunrise will assimilate you!
But, my heart held back words
They appeared content, trusting fate;
I could do no more than watch --
suddenly realizing Death
is full payment for Life
What was it I wished for
( while ignorant of sorrow )
as they plummeted...
#universe
#stars
#astronomy
#sacrifice
#RobertFrost
945 reads
18 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
29th Nov 2018 8:37pm
29th Nov 2018 8:37pm
Stars
( after Robert Frost )
I saw them once, at first light
glistening upon water --
drifting aimlessly, shooting ducks
ignorant of slaughter --
Their light-force dwindling rapidly;
I wanted to warn them, Run! --
Sunrise will assimilate you!
But, my heart held back words
They appeared content, trusting fate;
I could do no more than watch --
suddenly realizing Death
is full payment for Life
What was it I wished for
( while ignorant of sorrow )
as they plummeted...
I saw them once, at first light
glistening upon water --
drifting aimlessly, shooting ducks
ignorant of slaughter --
Their light-force dwindling rapidly;
I wanted to warn them, Run! --
Sunrise will assimilate you!
But, my heart held back words
They appeared content, trusting fate;
I could do no more than watch --
suddenly realizing Death
is full payment for Life
What was it I wished for
( while ignorant of sorrow )
as they plummeted...
#universe
#stars
#astronomy
#sacrifice
#RobertFrost
945 reads
18 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
29th Nov 2018 8:37pm
29th Nov 2018 8:37pm
Stars
( after Robert Frost )
I saw them once, at first light
glistening upon water --
drifting aimlessly, shooting ducks
ignorant of slaughter --
Their light-force dwindling rapidly;
I wanted to warn them, Run! --
Sunrise will assimilate you!
But, my heart held back words
They appeared content, trusting fate;
I could do no more than watch --
suddenly realizing Death
is full payment for Life
What was it I wished for
( while ignorant of sorrow )
as they plummeted...
I saw them once, at first light
glistening upon water --
drifting aimlessly, shooting ducks
ignorant of slaughter --
Their light-force dwindling rapidly;
I wanted to warn them, Run! --
Sunrise will assimilate you!
But, my heart held back words
They appeared content, trusting fate;
I could do no more than watch --
suddenly realizing Death
is full payment for Life
What was it I wished for
( while ignorant of sorrow )
as they plummeted...
#universe
#stars
#astronomy
#sacrifice
#RobertFrost
945 reads
18 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
The Spider and her lover the Fly
Spider
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
#FirstLove
#obsession
#sacrifice
208 reads
14 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
The Spider and her lover the Fly
Spider
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
#FirstLove
#obsession
#sacrifice
208 reads
14 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
The Spider and her lover the Fly
Spider
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
#FirstLove
#obsession
#sacrifice
208 reads
14 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
2nd May 2024 10:31pm
2nd May 2024 10:31pm
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
169 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
2nd May 2024 10:31pm
2nd May 2024 10:31pm
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
169 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
2nd May 2024 10:31pm
2nd May 2024 10:31pm
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
169 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
2nd May 2024 10:31pm
2nd May 2024 10:31pm
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
169 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Sacrifice Published by Members Recently Online
