"sacrificied" poems - Hello Poetry

There once lived a family of rats, caught up in wires and tubes and they probably thought they had it good until the car started. That car’s air conditioning smelled like death stench for weeks, until we got it looked at. Who knew we killed a family, who knew they ate their way under the hood, who knew we killed a family and they reminded us of it for weeks. —— My mother and father killed my dog, barely big enough to not be called a puppy anymore, they ran over her, as she slumbered in the tall weeds and grasses of a field. —— We had a chicken named Thumper, his body grew big but his head never did, and he teetered and tottered on ballerina pointed feet, and the other roosters wanted to eat him alive. When we sacrificied him, my parents plucked his back, and they saw that his skin was a green-purple secret, hidden by a humpback and so many feathers. —— Our third horse got caught in the river. Big Mama got caught in Little River. I guess it’s not surprising when big things die when they get caught in little things. —— The coyotes got the rest of the chickens. —— The rattlesnakes almost got the rest of the horses. —— Most people don’t know that farm-fresh eggs are covered in blood. —— We had two of the largest, ugliest geese. They flew away. —— The cat died under the hot tub, we couldn’t find her for days. —— The forest is always a graveyard, is always hallowed ground, is where we buried the animals. Then they built a subdivision.

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Sep 27, 2012

Sep 27, 2012 at 2:22 AM UTC

meaghan-g

Morbid Farm Life Anecdotes (or The Only Things I Know How to Write About Lately)

There once lived a family of rats, caught up in wires and tubes and they probably thought they had it good until the car started. That car’s air conditioning smelled like death stench for weeks, until we got it looked at. Who knew we killed a family, who knew they ate their way under the hood, who knew we killed a family and they reminded us of it for weeks. —— My mother and father killed my dog, barely big enough to not be called a puppy anymore, they ran over her, as she slumbered in the tall weeds and grasses of a field. —— We had a chicken named Thumper, his body grew big but his head never did, and he teetered and tottered on ballerina pointed feet, and the other roosters wanted to eat him alive. When we sacrificied him, my parents plucked his back, and they saw that his skin was a green-purple secret, hidden by a humpback and so many feathers. —— Our third horse got caught in the river. Big Mama got caught in Little River. I guess it’s not surprising when big things die when they get caught in little things. —— The coyotes got the rest of the chickens. —— The rattlesnakes almost got the rest of the horses. —— Most people don’t know that farm-fresh eggs are covered in blood. —— We had two of the largest, ugliest geese. They flew away. —— The cat died under the hot tub, we couldn’t find her for days. —— The forest is always a graveyard, is always hallowed ground, is where we buried the animals. Then they built a subdivision.

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She is the woman that i love most in the world She is the woman that gave me birth She is the sweet kind of person The type who would cry for no reason She is the kind devoted to her religion and faith The kind that taught to believe and pray She is the wise, protective type The type that sacrificied her health to ensure my life She is the kind that huggs me, kisses me and play with my ears The kind that has always supported me emotionally She is the kindiest person you'll ever meet The type that will stay hungry and let you eat She is the kind who put her family first The type who doesnt know how to hurt She is the kind who never lies I love her more than anything in the world I regret all that i did and said that made her cry and feel hurt I hope someday she will be proud of me She is what i need to be A mix of compassion, emotions and beauty. She is my Mother... Words Of Harfouchism

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Aug 31, 2014

Aug 31, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC

Harleyhucof

MUM

She is the woman that i love most in the world She is the woman that gave me birth She is the sweet kind of person The type who would cry for no reason She is the kind devoted to her religion and faith The kind that taught to believe and pray She is the wise, protective type The type that sacrificied her health to ensure my life She is the kind that huggs me, kisses me and play with my ears The kind that has always supported me emotionally She is the kindiest person you'll ever meet The type that will stay hungry and let you eat She is the kind who put her family first The type who doesnt know how to hurt She is the kind who never lies I love her more than anything in the world I regret all that i did and said that made her cry and feel hurt I hope someday she will be proud of me She is what i need to be A mix of compassion, emotions and beauty. She is my Mother... Words Of Harfouchism

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He is the kind that is hard And hides his feeling inside He is the type that is kind and devoted to grant his family the best life He is the kind that doesnt know how to show his love And mask it behind being strong He is the kind that wont let you see him cry He is the kind that had sacrificied everything for my sister and me The kind that has always supported me mentally He is the kind that is protective If you dont know him you might find him aggressive He is the type that goes to church every week The type that used to kiss me before i sleep Its true that sometimes we didnt agree Lots of fights happened between him and me Still my only wish is for him to be proud of me I love him and maybe never showed him Maybe i grew up to be somehow like him I love him and regret lots of things I should have understood all this since i was a kid He is the type that a son would be proud of to have He is my Father And i thank God for that.. Words Of Harfouchism

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Aug 31, 2014

Aug 31, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC

Harleyhucof

DAD

He is the kind that is hard And hides his feeling inside He is the type that is kind and devoted to grant his family the best life He is the kind that doesnt know how to show his love And mask it behind being strong He is the kind that wont let you see him cry He is the kind that had sacrificied everything for my sister and me The kind that has always supported me mentally He is the kind that is protective If you dont know him you might find him aggressive He is the type that goes to church every week The type that used to kiss me before i sleep Its true that sometimes we didnt agree Lots of fights happened between him and me Still my only wish is for him to be proud of me I love him and maybe never showed him Maybe i grew up to be somehow like him I love him and regret lots of things I should have understood all this since i was a kid He is the type that a son would be proud of to have He is my Father And i thank God for that.. Words Of Harfouchism

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Who are you ? Do you know what you want ? Yes, You ! You are suppose to do this, You are suppose to do that. You are good, You are bad. Melted and mended, Scripted and sclupted, You are now made. You are now successful. you are YOU. Meanwhile ! Wanting all the love and care, I, became needy ! Wanting all the happiness and joy, I, became greedy ! Overloaded with compassion, I, became a burden ! Yes, I ! I, has been forgotten, I, has lost its way, I, has lost its purpose, I, has been sacrificied, Sacrificied for YOU ! For now, you are YOU, And i, simply was.

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Mar 12, 2019

Mar 12, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC

Sovit147

You & I

Who are you ? Do you know what you want ? Yes, You ! You are suppose to do this, You are suppose to do that. You are good, You are bad. Melted and mended, Scripted and sclupted, You are now made. You are now successful. you are YOU. Meanwhile ! Wanting all the love and care, I, became needy ! Wanting all the happiness and joy, I, became greedy ! Overloaded with compassion, I, became a burden ! Yes, I ! I, has been forgotten, I, has lost its way, I, has lost its purpose, I, has been sacrificied, Sacrificied for YOU ! For now, you are YOU, And i, simply was.

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