Martyr Poems

Martyr poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of martyr poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on martyr are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

The Little Martyr

The Little Martyr long poem

I skipped in the school building so tall With a smile like a bubbly China doll ”I shan’t fail the test today, I know” I murmur’d, merrily dancing to and fro. ”Prepared for the test, my dear friend? I ponder

Martyr!!!!

Martyr!!!! prose poem

We have lost many a blood beyond the border weep not my lady for this is the time to avenge Turn your tears into fire, We are ready to die a thousand deaths for you- Just give us a reason

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The Unusual Home Coming

The Unusual Home Coming prose poem

Home did he come that fateful day But in a way too hard to believe Wrapped in the Tricolor Solemn and still . And truly it was a befitting tribute to a braveheart who put his life at stake To

Pebbles In The Pond

Pebbles In The Pond short poem

A crooked slanting moon shifts the eye comes under the chaste tree and washes the tainted victory. Wolves start howling at the tomb of unknown martyr, man-eaters recoil on the sugar island and talk about destinies, A mourning crowd walks

No Tomorrow

No Tomorrow prose poem

-Good morning Captain! Hey you there… May you have a day full of life! -Am I late captain? Who cares! Look at the horizon. It seems to be dawn Or the dusk… -It’s hard to believe they look the same

I Will Die For You!

I Will Die For You! long poem

Well and if you should come while I am asleep Lord I want you to know I never meant to fall off the band Wagon. If I have to live through the 7 year tribulation And Christian persecution, famine and

Beautiful Lie

Beautiful Lie short poem

You drew me in and kiss me Your hand reached out and grasp me. The other clutching my hair, You touch me with utmost care. I close my eyes and feel your lips. They were sweet with soft, gentle nips.

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Ubiquitous Being

Ubiquitous Being short poem

I look at a slice of sky and weather from the window of my sick room tethered to the bed by depression. Time has come. Somebody will lay me open. Must I suffer with deep holes in buried mind where

Moments

Moments short poem

[Composed in a class room.] Have you felt what an alien face said? From a land not yours of this birth, And thus in a fleet moment beheld, The tiny dimensions of the earth. Have you seen the colors of

Spellbound

Spellbound short poem

Death sits in wait in the empty valley of your sleeper cell. The confession of a guilt liberates the funeral of a martyr. Give me your breasts for a modular test. Don’t let the milk go waste. Your pearly teeth

Reminder

Reminder short poem

Sitting on the heap of mortals, an angel failed. The world was not going to change. The kill had inspired only a naked aggression. Not blindfolded he took the bullet in heart to become a holy martyr. The pretention caused

Sancta Sedes ~ Sestina

Sancta Sedes ~ Sestina long poem

Her severed head she carries, from the Sant’ Angelo Bridge, surrounded features bring her near, so small in comparison, drawn to the Tempietto, she’s associated with this reminder overheard, from my conversation with Paul from the ceiling, conveyance from scripture,

Along The Sorrow

Along The Sorrow short poem

Fire in kidneys was burning the basket. Privacy of green thumbs was intimately involved. Let us share the candle light march for the blossoms, who would not stay for old birds, Read me again the epitaph of the martyr, who

Echoes

Echoes short poem

It was burning again like goldenrods in drift valley of ethnic hate. You start climbing down deeper in fear holding tight your identity. The anguish of ruined home under the shadows of bribed hands, runs on the bodies of pilgrims

A Martyr’s Eulogy

A Martyr’s Eulogy elegy

On my way to work, Whenever I pass through The Holy Trinity church, After a brief prayer, The tombstone of a martyr My eyes never fail to search As his eulogies sensitive cords Are sure to touch! I admire The

Tribute to Nelson Mandela

Tribute to Nelson Mandela ode

What manner of global icon so venerated? A sage of global repute, a demi-god politically deified, a martyr once resurrected and a hero eternally celebrated. Deeply rooted in the annals of Africa’s peculiar history are your seemingly unachieveable and unparalleled

Day Of Judgement

Day Of Judgement short poem

In last journey he wanted to have a free run without rumors of reconciliation. From years back he watched – friends, disappeared one by one. He became his own enemy. The ravines were waiting for the sacrificial throw of a

Something Knocks Out

Something Knocks Out short poem

Ceramic memories and terracotta pain; the injured crypt ultimately got opened. At urn burial, the name was absent. A pristine ritual for a nameless martyr. The sword within him was not used and pubescent bomb went unexploded. You leave a

Peculiar

Peculiar short poem

Pretend to be civil, For unrest is familiar, Actions by the shrivel, Accompanied by the peculiar. Tell me lies, And truth will follow, Straighten the ties, That bind you so hollow. Swayed by blindness, In love or thereafter, Washed out

Piteous Proletariat

Piteous Proletariat prose poem

While aversely obliging decadent demands of the reigning, endorsed affluent, an internal voice howls interposingly loud and insists I really shouldn’t: “pitiful, weary worker, Coerced, uncaringly ordered, and damned by upper class rules, will you ever tire of being a

Darkness At Noon

Darkness At Noon short poem

Tousling the opulence was not modesty. Who will adore the clan? I am not yet ‘me’, the refuge of elevated moon. The heat and dust of nascent money was burning like a loud prayer in dark sun. Perfection tends to

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Rainbow

Rainbow short poem

I have createdA rainbowJust for youFor in my dreamsI see youWhen I’m awakeI imagine youAll becauseOf your exquisiteQualitiesThat is so beautifulAnd lovelyThat helps me throughIn my lonelyExistence here inThis country… 

Mind Of An Intraverted Middle Child

Mind Of An Intraverted Middle Child prose poem

These are just random snippets that I will just post together. Title: Monster minded and egos Like an enflatted ego is my thought that im a monster. As with Ego you are never as big or bad as you think,

Good Morning

Good Morning short poem

As the sun beats down on another glorious day, the blackbirds are singing in their sweet little way. The world is still and my mind is at peace, how I pray for this stillness as it offers such release. The

Migraine

Migraine short poem

Throbbing noises , neon lights Please ! Go away Smell of caffeine , It’s being unendurable Oh ! Aura stabbed me Torment troubles somewhere around I want the drug acetaminophen Don’t drill my cerebrum Head is walking with nightmares Monsters

Five Minutes

Five Minutes short poem

It’s been so long, from night till dawn Want to see your face, where my heart belongs Those eyes that make me smile and keep me strong I want to kiss those lips, all day long You haven’t called to

The Daisy In A Vase

The Daisy In A Vase short poem

Through the stormy desert Your thirst staggered for days, And ends up sipping Fresh experiences as consolation. An ocean of memories inside heart Constantly combust like wild flames, Yet seems so peaceful Like the rough skin of an extinct volcano.

Home

Home short poem

I shut my eyes And settle in Familiar creaks and sighs From the house within The distant night guard’s rattle A car driving its owner to bed The muted rustle of pigeons Perched precariously On the ledge At the edge

If

If ballad

If I lived in the sky, dressed in gold, looking charmingly fine and on my lips honey glowed If I owned a kingdom spanning skyline to skyline with slaves at my beck and call due to royalty in my bloodline

Of To Be A Poet True

Of To Be A Poet True long poem

To put words down on paper, That can give a memory life. To recreate a moment passed, Long buried deep inside. To compose a verse so eloquent, It can cause a heart to break. And lead the reader to feel

Mutation

Mutation short poem

Like black birds homing in twilight, to the tree my thoughts make a perfect landing. I lift the silence in sleep. A flying snake enters a pink room. A bullet pierces the heart. No acolytes, I will catch myself the

Fate Of Man

Fate Of Man short poem

The roses you bring every morning become an interval between hope and ending. Thinking about it, impulsively I contradict God against humanity. Little murder here and there of nihilism, sweet smell of faith, taking any road to reach the climax,

Love Directions

Love Directions short poem

Up and down, something special happen inside of my head when I close my eyes and one step back I look at my soul and I figured out what I don’t know. Let and right this my way, close to

African Child Day

African Child Day short poem

I’m born African In the sands of Kalahari, the jungles of Southern Africa In the wonders of Nyanga In the heat of Savanna I’m born African. I bear the title of them born and raised In the sands that I

Dasagiri

Dasagiri long poem

Little boy, what kind of world are you born into? The hard ground for a bed and a bag of cement for pillow The color of your sleep in bleak rest is laid, But your dreams, they are as colorful

The Angel that missed the last bus into town

The Angel that missed the last bus into town long poem

The angel had missed the last bus into town Her wings were all rain wet and she felt so down Until in a shop doorway a Saint sheltered there While he whistled a psalm and he sang the Lords Prayer,

Hopes On High

Hopes On High short poem

The pain feels like bone breaking day after day Till you are stressed Sitting there and tired of crying. Is there anything I can do To help you get rid of that pain? I know you you are not yourself

Heartdrive

Heartdrive ode

And as I lay there in the dry sand The tide washed your memory away You’ve broken me down to nothing But I finally realize I’m worth something I will burn as bright as the night stars No more locking

Why

Why short poem

The pages of life have been filled To the brim Only few breaths are left Clinging to those few with hope yet alive Only memories of those moments Which have passed are left Why there is a feeling of suffocation

It’s Hard To Watch A Man Sing

Its Hard To Watch A Man Sing short poem

It’s hard to watch a man sing. Soon it becomes awkward. Watching him stand there Beginning to sway. Without a single use for his hands they are just there. Forced to make eye contact  Not knowing which way to go

A perfect rendezvous

A perfect rendezvous short poem

My dreams know no boundaries, they brew no fear, they aren’t banished by any legalities nor are blocked by undue formalities. My dreams take me where I want, they let me play and sing a song, they are my only

Come to me – ever familiar..

Come to me   ever familiar.. short poem

Come to me as a stranger who is evermore familiar, as a face in our dream that we long to touch, as a voice in our heads that we have forever waiter for, come to me as a stranger, my