Sacrificed Poems

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

Mother And Child

Mother And Child long poem

Well I wonder what she was thinking Just before her car went over the bridge And into the cold frozen creek below Well only God knows, only God knows Although I think this story should circle The globe and never

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What Kind Of Freedom Is This

What Kind Of Freedom Is This long poem

Our freedom began with the historic words At the midnight when the world sleeps India will awake we did wake to freedom It’s now the sixty ninth year of freedom But what sort of freedom is this A handful of those

Girls Are Not For Sale

Girls Are Not For Sale prose poem

It’s a tale of the daughter of India! A tale of a young girl so pale Being brutally raped and killed by a ferocious male. She began her day with a fine sunshine, And ended her day with an inhuman

I Love The Rain, But…

I Love The Rain, But... short poem

Overwhelmed, the sky precipitates, pouring its guts out; luckily I sit on the dry side of the pane, snugly… smugly… till… A pigeon flits, looking for its 6 inches, as all around birds fight for every inch; a dog dives

Lost loved ones

Lost loved ones prose poem

I have lost loved ones and it broke my heart, so I asked, Lord Why did they have to part. As I started to sigh with tears in my eyes, I looked to the sky and heard a voice inside.

The Beauty Of My Heart

The Beauty Of My Heart long poem

An icy hand controlled my heart And kept it weak and lame Preventing it from beating strong With cords of guilt and shame Each day its poison filtered round Encouraging decay To suppurate potential sores That leaked a grim dismay

My Struggling Life

My Struggling Life short poem

Life I just don’t know how to describe it, But still I will try little BIT . As a child I always heard that life is a Puzzle to Solve , But when I started getting answers Questions started to

My Last Breath!

My Last Breath! elegy

I felt the warm strengths of gentle motherly grips How swiftly and quietly my last breath here,slips Exact on time, undelayed Out of reach, Lords’ trade My eyes, terribly widened Chilled layer penetrated my yellow body With few words dying

Power Of Words

Power Of Words short poem

Words pierce minds like spear hits a beast. The burning passions evaporate in the mist. My body wriggles to straighten from top to bottom For I feel like a burning pipe to burn in ashes But , the incorrigible minds

Little White Hair

Little White Hair short poem

Little white hair You’re stuck to my scalp And I’m ok with that As long as no one can tell…. Snuggle up quiet Under the black tresses ‘Coz quite frankly You don’t match, like, ANY of my dresses…. You’re crazy

Distant Voice

Distant Voice short poem

Today I will shed my body and meet you halfway at watery address. My eyes were not blinking to hold the clouds. To live or not to live was a great pain. Two small hands and two bubbling eyes glued

When I Saw The Last Time

When I Saw The Last Time prose poem

I was holding my child and whispering Papa this time will get the blue angel dress she laughed and said guguggug… I woke as the bus stopped suddenly the acrid tyre smell hit my nostrils still sleepy was tapped and

Acrimonious.

Acrimonious. prose poem

Alone inside but, encircled by people invisible to any significance in your eyes, Empty and sorrowful, even a smile is too expensive for you, there is a whisper in you, a hushed voice, the only drive that pushes anything to

Neerja Bhanot

Neerja Bhanot prose poem

She sacrificed her life , She alone saved those 359 lives . As fear gave her courage , Her inner soul was encouraged . She stood firm , when the time was hard . She never decided to step back

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year! short poem

Faceless void, rapacious throng jostling bodies, pulsating song Bacchus entrailed minds strobe lighting that blinds words uttered, meanings drowned strangers all, though friends abound arrhythmic, gyrating the moves predatory stance of wolves lives fragmented, delusions of gaiety facile bonds, sacrificed

Cut Me And I Bleed You

Cut Me And I Bleed You short poem

I’ve been thinking about you whilst running through the fire of life, As I’m drinking in your nectar and dying inside. This sacrificed soul, so soulfully rejected so many times, Is still thoughtfully asking itself why I must cry, Tears

Mom’s The Word

Moms The Word long poem

Mom’s the word…A BIRTHDAY TRIBUTE She was the eighth child out of the ten born to the high-profile session judge couple; She spent her childhood amidst her siblings in a traditional orthodox environment with an aristocrat touch in her lifestyle.

Molotov And Kalashnikov

Molotov And Kalashnikov short poem

Pop goes the weasel a hustle line was the rhyme It was for this time Vostoks sacrificed the beasts Is Uncle sam a theist? Gift was the break of wall a governance fall Gift was the break of wall a

Pitched Upon Threshold Of Prepubescent Suicide

Pitched Upon Threshold Of Prepubescent Suicide elegy

Emotional sequestration perseverates across thine time warped weft wise wold, sans interpersonal stagnation flourishes as oft twice told tale amidst derelict hollowed moldering sacrificed stranglehold did potential now bankrupt acquaintanceships/ friendships get out sold agonizingly excruciatingly jujitsu physically writhing front

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The Shoulders Of Giants

The Shoulders Of Giants short poem

Ours is a world built on ruin. Atop the shoulders of Ozymandias, Balanced on top of pyramids, Set upon the foundations of castles Which sank into swamps long ago. Where one falls out of history, Soon another picks up the

Thankful

Thankful short poem

I hate that feeling when I open my eyes, I hold my breath in dread, Will today be a morning to rise, Or will I just stay in my bed? I make my plans in hope that I, Will be

Tenerife

Tenerife short poem

Two lovers by the ragged strand once trod the sooty sand; slender maid with raven hair, fisher boy of bronze; the dazzling sun a gold doubloon, the moon a silver coin. From rocks, ink-black as witches’ cats, they saw the

The Palm Sunday

The Palm Sunday short poem

Jerusalem exults with joy: Behold ye Christ the King! He is the only true envoy Elohim’s. Let us sing The chants of faithfulness and love, True Love of ether high, Whose herald is the peaceful dove; Turn hearts to Jesus:

Scent Of A Stranger

Scent Of A Stranger short poem

A waft of breeze touched my face. A puff of scent filled my senses. You brushed my hand, Gently, as you walked passed. I turned. Tranced. Bewitched. My eyes followed. I saw you over those busy shoulders. Your blue shirt.

Cicero – American Philosophical Society Guest Speaker!

Cicero   American Philosophical Society Guest Speaker! ode

I remained transfixed as the booming voice of this roman majestic orator cleft the hallowed halls of this storied Philadelphia sanctuary. His every word rang as true today as when first uttered prior to when the golden age of Rome

Slow down

Slow down short poem

The things you do when there is nothing Hungry bellies looking to excel Young minds spending their time bluffing and how the stories tell Pure with gracious words and subtle movements Grabbing eyes and thoughts the same Never staying in

Mice And Lions

Mice And Lions long poem

When the mice roar, Even the lions squeak All those who had mocked And dismissed the meek Now scream in fear And in terror, cower As there happens a monumental Shift in luck, in power. For those who are on

Garden

Garden long poem

Sometimes we hide If you ask us where We go It is likely we will tell you In the summer it is a garden of hope It is a garden of blossoms It is a garden of light It is

My Forgotten Love!

My Forgotten Love! prose poem

my forgotten love! I am perpetually in love with this pain, for, it is a fond remembrance of our long forgotten past… enshrined in my love, those memories blossomed to many a beautiful spring! though, now, it might seem, to

Suffering In Sunlight

Suffering In Sunlight short poem

I love the rain, The way it falls. It’s just so pleasant to listen to. The sound it makes, As if it calls. Begging me to come to you. But it’s not the rain Which makes me sad. The sunny

Same

Same ode

People around me have the same faces No discrimination This is the right thing- yes, But who is really who? How can we know you without knowing you- The smile behind the pain The pain behind the mind You are

Shadows

Shadows long poem

The glint of steel, so sharp and smooth, beneath my fragile fingers. Delicate inlaid patterns reflect an afterimage that lingers. As a child I’d hide beneath cotton sheets feigning death, that I could deceive. Then risking a peep from beneath

The Irony Called Life

The Irony Called Life short poem prose poem

This evening, when I waited for my bus, at the bus stand, I saw a lady walk to the litter bin nearby, with a lunch box in her hand, She emptied its contents into a clear polythene bag, and threw

The Value Of Time

The Value Of Time short poem

I am not a rainbow for everyone but not even the rain for glorious sun I can’t stop the time for those who want it but they can understand its value from me a little bit time can’t be purchased

Tear Drops

Tear Drops short poem

Like the rain drops Falling from the sky They roll down my cheeks Unstoppable when they find Me with myself “A dear friend I am Never leaving by your side” They claim: in sorrow and pain In joy and lame

My All Time “favorite”

My All Time favorite short poem

So many tethering smiles around, They are none compared to what I once found; Your love to me was like a Gatorade, As I considered you as my all time favorite. It was a magic that I experienced once, As

The Brutal Life

The Brutal Life short poem

The unspoken words had the unborn quality. That homeliness sitting around the fire pits writhed in predatory hopelessness. Insensitive to flesh we were shooting the ducks in midair. Rapture for the dirt, deceit does not need a consonant, the intensity

Love

Love ballad

Love. Many of us have asked many times what is love. Love is a woman and a man with an outstretched hand. Love is giving at all cost. Love is never worrying about loss. Love can be a game. Love

Love And Life

Love And Life short poem

I myself have experienced what they say a feeling that comes from your heart a feeling that doesn’t come everyday But if misused, becomes a poisonous dart. It’s not only about pleasure It’s not really a must The real treasure

Above The Vaulted Sky

Above The Vaulted Sky elegy

1st July 1916   The roses of Picardy are blooming Red like the blood we will spill The sun shines onto the yellow wheat That drifts and flows in the summer breezes. We face the Saxons, brothers-in-arms, This quiet landscape will