Best Sacrificed Poems
Promised a honey baked life by Uncle Sam,
a V.A. loan, and a mini-van.
Three kids and a fenced yard.
It should be attainable to those who
worked so hard.
They served, they sacrificed as mother's wept,
came home to be forgotten to a government
that's inept..
Our unsung hero's who fought gallantly, are
supposed to be our nations first priority..
Villanelle: To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives
To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives
To free their peoples from the oppressors’ superior mores
Only to find after they’re gone no true local legacy survives
To what great good Mexican peasants seized land archives
When President Zapata refused to administer hard-won laws
To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives
To what great good Mahatma Gandhi’s fasting skill revives
The age-old Hindu-Muslim mistrust and Brahmin maws
Only to find after they’re gone no true local legacy survives
To what great good faithful Castro’s will still contrives strives
To keep his Marxist revolution going in open American jaws
To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives
To what great good nations boxed in by their leaders’ drives
Go through deprivation depression desolation for saviours
Only to find after they’re gone no true local legacy survives
To cap it all each nation favours some god with inane lies
An excuse to sanctify the nation’s man-made partisan laws
To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives
Only to find after they’re gone no true local legacy survives
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Across the sky a ***** alone fell
In the expression of racy blue
All bowing in barley grace!
FOR THOSE WHO ALSO SACRIFICED…
(APROPOS SHEROES AND HEROES UNKNOWN)
Theirs too, was a journey of blood, flowing
From shores of seas to beds of rivers:
Filling pitchers of freedom overflowing
With captured liberties and unshackled free spirits
Rising above the river banks of the deltas’ terrors
Yet the remains are merely dry bones
Of unsung heroes
Resting here in scripture based echoes:
From dust thou cometh,
To dust thou returneth
For them, there are no eloquent epitaphs;
No stone monuments to greet the seasons:
Only praises of the wounded hearts of heirs.
In these times, only chosen popular ones,
Are given the stone monuments with
Curious cold chiseled epitaphs.
The sacrificed lives of the unknown poor,
Remain simple reflections of churchyard graves.
Drifting down slowly
Painful, sad but tender warm
The sacrificed blood.
Sacrificed
Mother,
where are you?
You left me at the gate.
You told me I was
there to find
my own way...
alone.
How will that help,
the feeling of loss
I have inside?
How will that set straight
all the evil that has passed,
between us and among us.
The stepfather...
he "was" evil.
He made living miserable,
and hard.
He made me want to die.
But, you loved him,
so I tried...
and failed.
He used me.
You knew.
You let him.
Mother, are you, my mother, at all,
or are you a darker monster,
then the one you married,
that lives in the house
I once called home,
long ago.
Brushed cheeks blushing
from the red of many suns
released to plucking fingers
from the garden
of sustaining gifts:
tomatoes: green, gold, or red.
Saved beyond the reach of frost,
tenderly fed and tended
by the sun of summers’ passing.
a shared flesh, rejoicing
in the bearing of life
both given and received.
whose only purpose
is a gift.
we give ourselves
found in
the many definitions
of our love.
There, upon the altar of her essence,
All remnants of her world, now torn apart,
A prayer giv'n up to cancer and its lessons ...
The flesh and passion torn from 'round her heart.
All remnants of her world, now torn apart,
Thus given to her illness, in extremes ...
The flesh and passion torn from 'round her heart,
So drowned the embers of her hopes and dreams.
Thus given to her illness, in extremes ...
Her sinews and vitality, (and mate) ...
So drowned the embers of her hopes and dreams,
Her love and prospects, now an empty plate.
Her sinews and vitality, (and mate) ...
Not nearly all she was, within those clashes -
Her love and prospects, now an empty plate,
Life and love would yet rise from the ashes.
Not nearly all she was, within those clashes,
A prayer giv'n up to cancer and its lessons ...
Life and love would yet rise from the ashes,
There, upon the altar ... of her essence.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Pantoum" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
* For my mom - my brave survivor ... you have shown me what true courage looks like. *
i have sacrificed so much for that family
but when i am with my love i dont feel like
i am trapped by what i dont want
i have been set free just by finding the love
of my life and not everyone is happy all they
want is to see me miserable, alone and scared
i have sacrificed all that i believe in and now its time to stop
to be who i was born to be and stop doing what they want from me
before now i couldn't see what was happening
and now i dont care what happens to me i will
do anything in my power to save who i love
now since my eyes have been opened i see so
many things that have been messed up in my life
all i want is to go on and live my life with my husband
i have sacrificed all that i believe in and now its time to stop
to be who i was born to be and stop doing what they want from me
now i am at the point of my life where i
want to do what i feel is right and stop the
little kid games that so many are playing
you know everyone has to grow up at
some point and do what you have to do
to get what you need and want out of life
i have sacrificed so much in my life all i need to do is to start believing what
i was taught as a child by my mother and it is time to be who i was born to be and
live like i was suppose to and not let anyone to distract me from the truth now
Easter has a deeper significance:
it's the resurrection of the sacrificed Lamb,
after Lent, there's no penance;
Christ is that lamb taking sins away,
all we have to do to be forgiven is to pray!
Be that soldier of faith with shield and sword:
he fights for Christ and he proclaims Him Lord!
Easter began at sunrise,
the tombstone rolled away,
Mary Magdalene was taken by surprise
and spoke with Him before going away!
Jesus the Savior was resurrected
from the dead as Lazarus did,
he started to walk among the living,
how stupefied was the crowd watching!
Easter has a deeper significance...
shadows never conquered light,
they vanished at the sight of Christ:
the Redeemer of the Human Race!
SACRIFICED
Gave my heart
But not for a token,
Gave my life,
But not to broken,
More than a mom, was one with two meanings,
Would do it all again, for the necessary redeeming.
Sacrificed
Gave my all,
But not for the taking,
Gave my best,
But not for the breaking,
It wasn’t a competition for a place in hearts to be won,
How I cried for the betrayal, was the innocent one.
Hoped my children now gone, would remember their way home,
Sacrificed
Now I ask
Just let me go,
The mom that I am,
I know that you know,
You got what you you wanted, but can’t have it both ways,
Changed my long waited nights, into your wonderland days,
The world you created, excluding me, is the world I’m not in, so just let me be.
I’ve never changed, i am love all the same, just...
Sacrificed
brutal murderers
seal pup is sacrificed
a harsh world
Nobody will ever know the real person that you were
That glint of magic in your eyes, your giggle that warmed your families hearts.
You chose to care for others. You chose to put people first. You stood in front of a virus for which you were ill prepared.
Your government scoffed and scorned on the words your profession had to say. They chose to clap for you and your colleagues dying every day.
You had so much to give. You cared for everyone. No matter what language they spoke no matter what colour their skin.
Your government expected more and used your caring nature to plan their blame. They expected you to act like soldiers and give your lives fighting this thing.
We will remember the sacrifice you were made to make. We will remember you, your profession and you people sacrificed for political sake.
I once sacrificed my life
Not knowing I was giving up all that is mine
Hoping in the way I'd be fine
But as for today there's no one to hear my cry
Time passed my heart was broken
I did not know how to be open
I tried my best but before I knew it I had fallen
What hit me I know not, what's left is unspoken
Finally I found peace
Even though I wasn't really at ease
Although I was fit
The only option left for me was to leave
A princess came to my door in a dirty robe.
Her eyes made me fall in love with her, like a deep sea with different fantasies.
I choose her to be my sword holder cause my parents kept me under the rule.
A moment came when I fall harder when she sacrificed herself for me in front of the dragon who was going to kill me.
then I realized the power of love and death.
I continued my life holding the memories of her and mine in the little hut with a huge garden the same as she wished when she was there with me.
I want you to know darling that I will love you in every colorful note of my life.