#sacrifice poems on Hello Poetry

SomaSonata Aug 2020

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Take a breath
Close your eyes
Nebulas
Blooming bright
Alibis
**** a star
Pave the way
Lay the tar
Can't see
Burning trees
In the fields
The battlefield
Never leave
When I die
Orange skies
Cut me loose
Breathe anew
Hide the weak
For a week
Mute the meek
Tied my tongue
Kiss the sun
Reticent
Money's spent
No way out
Turn around
Scream aloud
Dying proud
Limitless
Consciousness
Endless pain
Soaking wet
****** rain
Cry alone
But not today
Ever feel that way?

#sacrifice #dignity #diligence #beauty #empathy #pain #willingness

kiran goswami Aug 2020

A Story of Love

I walked down the snow-covered land.
It was windy but I could not breathe.

As I walked, the snow under my feet whispered,
'there are lovers more in love than about who Shakespeare wrote,
but such stories once heard get stuck in the throat'.

So, there I lay down on the snow,
the snow felt warm.
It narrated the story of a man and a land.
How the land love the man and the man loved the land.

The man's love was the one that would last forever.
It was not the kind that would sink into your heart
but float right through it so your waves long for more.

The man loved so much that,
the cold snow on the land made the man's blood boil
and the land stayed warm.
The land loved the man so much that,
her rocks became his stage
and he acted his last act with love.

The man love the land and so much that,
his breath made her tricolour hair fly.
The land loved the man so much that,
her shrieks turned him into an artist
and he painted it all red.

The man loved the land so much that,
his blood left his body to embrace her
just the way Bhagirathi descended on mother Earth.
The land loved the man so much that,
she embraced him tight under her snow blanket to protect him.

The man loved the land so much that
his body lay on the land
while their stories loved each other.
The land loved the man so much that
she let the man lie on her
while she was crushed under all the weight she held.

His body was still holding the land,
the snow was still red.

The man loved the land so much that he died for her.
The land loved the land so much that she lived for him.

#love #lovestory #independence #soldier #india #land #man #freedom #sacrifice

KNOWER Aug 2020

Brother

if I were the Scar to your Mufasa,
then I'd re-write that whole disaster
and be th' one to go to th' hereafter,
for you, I gladly opt to be the martyr

(s)he who sheds blood with me is my brethren
😶

#brethren #brotherhood #love #sacrifice #lifeanddeath

Bill Downes Aug 2020

Daylillies

The tawny Daylilies
of orange and red,
are suspended like star bursts
above the carpeted bed.
They hang like streetlights
over the green splendor,
and illuminate the envious riot,
so tender.
The tangle of fronds
though they reach for the sky,
will crane their heads vainly
although they must try
to attain the heights
and the lofty glory,
that their progeny mount
to tell their sweet story.
The blooms burst like fireworks
coloring the heavens above,
and broadcast their fragrant
message of love.
To all who would listen
to their honeyed-song,
heard with their hearts
though it wouldn't last long.
For the Lily did know
that her day would soon end,
her time was but brief
for her message to send.
So she bloomed so brightly
with all of her might,
and swayed with the wind
though it gave her such fright.
For the glory of others
for those down below,
who had lifted her up
to make such a show.
And that was the story of love
that she told,
the heart's sacrifice
is greater than gold.

#love #sacrifice #nature

Gabriel Aug 2020

Abraham, and What He Did

I love this!
Being a sacrifice,
Father, I love this!
Oh, thank you,
thank you so much
for not asking me
if it’s alright to cut open my flesh,
thank you, thank you!
It’s such a wonderful feeling,
ah! It hurts -
thank you!
God is so merciful,
perhaps I’ll get into Heaven
with this offering -
what do you mean it’s all for you?
What do you mean I’m just a commodity?
What do you mean my flesh is yours to give?

Father!
I do not want this anymore,
I do not want to be a sacrifice
if I will not reap the rewards -
god, it burns!
The knife cuts me open
like Sunday dinner;
how is this not mine?
How is my flesh not mine to own?

Father, please!
I am begging you,
ease up, stop cutting,
I’ll repent, I’ll be yours,
I’ll open myself up
if it’s what you command,
but do not let my flesh
be given to someone else.

No! Nobody will know sacrifice
like I know it,
intimately and forever -
I am not yours!
My blood is not yours to give,
but you tie me down,
and god!
God!
It hurts -
father, Father, please, it hurts.

Shuffle towards the marrow of my bones, Abraham.
Know my eyes when you burn into them.
I am your sacrifice,
but never willingly.

From a collection of poetry I wrote for a creative writing portfolio in second year of university, titled 'New Rugged Cross'.

#religion #depression #betrayal #sacrifice

Lee Aug 2020

Paralysis

This pain in my chest
Undying
To each thought of you
Reminding
My feelings for you
Undying
There really is no
Denying
As I lay motionlesss
Crying
I try so hard just to be
Failing
All truly because I was afraid of
Loving
Moments come fast when I feel like
Exploding
Yet lay I here at some point everyday
Collapsing
Further Into myself
Imploding
Without any denial
Dying

My worst regret was leaving, something I thought best for you, it still tears me apart, I don't recognize myself nor do I feel okay in any sense, just waiting for the bitter end now. I just want this pain to end

#love #lost #sacrifice

mjad Aug 2020

Break

He would let me break every bone in his body
Just for me to let him love me

But then I'd break his heart

#bone #heart #breakup #love #relationship #sacrifice #simp #lost

Nigdaw Jul 2020

precious

prostitutes
who walk the streets
for the relief of men
unhappy at home
check out girls
at the till of empty promises
waiting to be discovered
and whisked away
young ones in yoga pants
jogging for a better body
and a better future
counting the steps
to where they could’ve
been today
the ones pushing prams
who are too late to corrupt
but you’d still give it a go
the tempting schoolgirls
in their uniformed uniformity
who’s radiant faces separate them
from their peers
they are all someone’s daughter
somebody’s pride and joy
they are all loved by fathers
who would lay down their lives
for them
who have made sacrifices
for them
and would again
precious
missed
special
remember this
as you glance a lustful eye
in their direction

#daughter #sacrifice #love #father

AE Jul 2020

To the Child of an Immigrant

Your heart rests in the palm of your father's sacrifice.
Your breath rests in the nostalgic wind that passes by him
When he remembers his past and reflects on your future.
Your colours run down the lines of your mother's smile,
Whenever she raises her hands to the sky,
Praying for you and a little more time,
Because she left her beating heart back home,
To become foreign and unknown only so you could grow.

Their complexions are painted with fatigue,
Because when you're sound asleep,
they run toward bordered walls,
so that when you wake up in the morning,
There will be open doors at your feet.

When a nostalgic wind passes by them,
They'll tell you stories of their childhood,
And they'll leave each word,
With a taste of reminiscence,
A hint of stolen years reflected in the teardrops,
That rest in the corner of their eyes,
And yet when they look towards you,
In seconds your reflection overshadows everything they once used to dream.

All for you...

#immigrant #parents #difficulty #hardship #sacrifice #children #dreams #hope #sad #truth