Poems About Sacrifice by Top Critiquers
#sacrifice
buddhakitty
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2023 1:08am
22nd Mar 2023 1:08am
the purity of waking
her thoughts lie
there
like diseased
shattered
shimmering
glass on the
wet floor of
this moment
time recedes
nothing there
monkey sounds
fill the air
be my discount
love sold by whip
invitation in the
outdoor markets
of Morocco
be my tribal ritual
eaten by the spears
of cruel moonbeams
be my day after
tomorrow that
never arrives
ghost wait on
my front
porch
I will go home
now
and burn the
scarecrow...
there
like diseased
shattered
shimmering
glass on the
wet floor of
this moment
time recedes
nothing there
monkey sounds
fill the air
be my discount
love sold by whip
invitation in the
outdoor markets
of Morocco
be my tribal ritual
eaten by the spears
of cruel moonbeams
be my day after
tomorrow that
never arrives
ghost wait on
my front
porch
I will go home
now
and burn the
scarecrow...
#morality
#sacrifice
222 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
28th Jun 2019 3:17pm
28th Jun 2019 3:17pm
f**king Diablo (Part I)
#dark
#evil
#temptation #sacrifice
#temptation #sacrifice
1053 reads
11 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 4:59pm
21st Sep 2024 4:59pm
a watchman
when
a daughter
asked to his father
who was
guarding the buildings,,,
""papa...don't you get sleep?
n he answered,
I don't sleep
because
dreams remain awake
in your smiling eyes..."
a daughter
asked to his father
who was
guarding the buildings,,,
""papa...don't you get sleep?
n he answered,
I don't sleep
because
dreams remain awake
in your smiling eyes..."
#dark
#sacrifice
160 reads
14 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd May 2020 8:50am
2nd May 2020 8:50am
Aztec Sacrifice
Aztec Sacrifice
His masters tell him, “Don’t lock gaze with feminine eyes. The pit of fire lies deep and hungry like an eclipsed sun whose darkness drives both human and animal mad with black crystal visions to blind the male with the smoking coals of night.”
And the palace of his childhood dreams shakes with earthquakes from unseen fault lines of the fairer sex. Prepubescent lesson one is that female felicitation of form and gravity is evanescent as the morning mist before a summer’s day. Soft curves slope into the pits of depravity from which there is no escape. The...
His masters tell him, “Don’t lock gaze with feminine eyes. The pit of fire lies deep and hungry like an eclipsed sun whose darkness drives both human and animal mad with black crystal visions to blind the male with the smoking coals of night.”
And the palace of his childhood dreams shakes with earthquakes from unseen fault lines of the fairer sex. Prepubescent lesson one is that female felicitation of form and gravity is evanescent as the morning mist before a summer’s day. Soft curves slope into the pits of depravity from which there is no escape. The...
#music
#sacrifice
798 reads
4 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2019 2:37am
3rd Jul 2019 2:37am
Strategy
There are always decisions to be made
Temptations loom
and resistance is futile
I choose to give in
to that which threatens only me
Save my strength
to resist
that which would spill over onto you
It's the closest to balance
I can achieve
Temptations loom
and resistance is futile
I choose to give in
to that which threatens only me
Save my strength
to resist
that which would spill over onto you
It's the closest to balance
I can achieve
#love
#temptation
#sacrifice
647 reads
10 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 11:50am
14th Jan 2025 11:50am
Fellah, a Man of Earth, a Man or Worth
Je t'admire, toi le Fellah dans les vastes champs
Dans le brouillard et le matin, dans le cruel froid
Je t'admire, car tu es le seul unique survivant
Et,quand périssons nous , la terre te reviendra
Je t'admire amplement quand tu dors peu de temps
Sachant que le sommeil est un esprit fainéant
Croyant que si tu laisses les beaux rêves t'emporter
La graine dans le sol ne donnera jamais ses fruits..
Tu as les champs, les jardins, tu as toute la terre
Et moi j'ai le paysage, les saisons et les fleurs ...
Dans le brouillard et le matin, dans le cruel froid
Je t'admire, car tu es le seul unique survivant
Et,quand périssons nous , la terre te reviendra
Je t'admire amplement quand tu dors peu de temps
Sachant que le sommeil est un esprit fainéant
Croyant que si tu laisses les beaux rêves t'emporter
La graine dans le sol ne donnera jamais ses fruits..
Tu as les champs, les jardins, tu as toute la terre
Et moi j'ai le paysage, les saisons et les fleurs ...
#faith
#morality
#philosophical
#sacrifice
#spiritual
70 reads
2 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 11:22pm
6th Jan 2025 11:22pm
Soulstorm of the Wicked (Ghostlords of the Witch)
Through disease, war and self-destruction the Cunaim city-state fell
They was the greatest of them all who spiraled down broken stairs into hell,
“Those other city-states the Cunaim controlled were put in their place
Even though limited freedom was given they were still looked upon with disgrace,
“One vassal state secretly breed a generation until they bled poisonous blood
Every year performing an evil ritual holiday of sinister loyalty and fake love,
“With a form of Seppuku they would drain themselves dry
Upon farming fields, sewers...
They was the greatest of them all who spiraled down broken stairs into hell,
“Those other city-states the Cunaim controlled were put in their place
Even though limited freedom was given they were still looked upon with disgrace,
“One vassal state secretly breed a generation until they bled poisonous blood
Every year performing an evil ritual holiday of sinister loyalty and fake love,
“With a form of Seppuku they would drain themselves dry
Upon farming fields, sewers...
#dark
#evil
#ghosts #sacrifice
#ghosts #sacrifice
80 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Nov 2019 4:19am
30th Nov 2019 4:19am
blood and gun smoke
She stood fearless
temporarily bulletproof
gun smoke lingering
as death awaited her sacrifice
of blood freely given
a one woman army
dying for her homeland
temporarily bulletproof
gun smoke lingering
as death awaited her sacrifice
of blood freely given
a one woman army
dying for her homeland
#war
#death
#sacrifice
653 reads
5 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
8th Jun 2022 11:09am
8th Jun 2022 11:09am
The Narcissist's Lover
The Narcissist's Lover
The world
is a snack
in a narcissist's dream,
for nothing
is ever as sweet
as it seems.
No matter
how much
is given their cause,
It always ends up
just crushed
in their paws.
Drowning
in syrup
then burning in fire,
the object
of lust
and wanton desire,
first all the acting,
all beauty
and lace,
then heartlessly cruel
with love
not a trace.
The world
is a snack
in a narcissist's dream,
for nothing
is ever as sweet
as it seems.
No matter
how much
is given their cause,
It always ends up
just crushed
in their paws.
Drowning
in syrup
then burning in fire,
the object
of lust
and wanton desire,
first all the acting,
all beauty
and lace,
then heartlessly cruel
with love
not a trace.
#dark
#vanity
#sacrifice
462 reads
4 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
12th May 2023 1:03pm
12th May 2023 1:03pm
piety
I’ve laid the bull’s bones
and its thigh fat on
the altar stone
and set the pyre beneath them into flame
then prayed my sacrifice
would find some favor in
the eyes of Him,
the holy one
I call The Name..
But I was not so pious or
so brainless as to think
that breathing in the rising smoke,
however sweet the smell of it,
would take me up to Him
or cause me anything but agony
within my lungs
and make me Him disdain.
No, such a thing, I knew,
would root me to the earth
in coughing fits...
and its thigh fat on
the altar stone
and set the pyre beneath them into flame
then prayed my sacrifice
would find some favor in
the eyes of Him,
the holy one
I call The Name..
But I was not so pious or
so brainless as to think
that breathing in the rising smoke,
however sweet the smell of it,
would take me up to Him
or cause me anything but agony
within my lungs
and make me Him disdain.
No, such a thing, I knew,
would root me to the earth
in coughing fits...
#sacrifice
#PopCulture
154 reads
2 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
15th Apr 2022 9:19am
15th Apr 2022 9:19am
Mercy
The first blow ripped me open
strips of leather
with bone and glass and lead balls tied to their ends
like fingers of Satan clawing and shredding.
The second blow came quick
goat bone ripping my flesh like raw meat.
The third, fourth, and fifth came so fast
powerful numbing blows so vicious and violent
gashing and tearing skin and muscles, gouging my body
the swirling wind filling the air with the taste of iron
I want to scream, wishing it never was ,knowing it had to be.
The hurt so real,...
strips of leather
with bone and glass and lead balls tied to their ends
like fingers of Satan clawing and shredding.
The second blow came quick
goat bone ripping my flesh like raw meat.
The third, fourth, and fifth came so fast
powerful numbing blows so vicious and violent
gashing and tearing skin and muscles, gouging my body
the swirling wind filling the air with the taste of iron
I want to scream, wishing it never was ,knowing it had to be.
The hurt so real,...
#redemption
#sacrifice
410 reads
6 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 6:31am
7th Jun 2024 6:31am
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
176 reads
11 Comments
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