Best Self Sacrificing Poems
I deserve to know the blueprints of my eyes...
You deserve to know why the rose dies...
I want to know God's compromise...
You shall know how Love writhes...
Your eyes were designed to see death...
I see the world, I see life, I taste breath...
You see suffering, you taste soul falleth...
I witness love wonderful, I feel God speaketh...
You mistaketh moments, for Eternity's birth,
you confuseth care, for justice calleth...
Do my eyes lieth, teach the Devil's spelleth...
Your eyes dreams distorteth,
they corrupteth what your heart seeketh...
Why must the rose dieth...
So to live truth pureth...
What truth does the rose liveth...
All that cometh in the Shadow, expresseth in the Shadow, of the Shadow passeth...
God's compromise your eyes spilleth,
revealeth risk righteous...
God gambled with the grave, to spawn spirit, to sow soul rebellious...
God fell for Freedom, shattered Itself for the stars, for the sake of raw consciousness...
What does God searcheth for, does God great pain possess...?
God seeketh heat in ice, pursueth pain in living purpose...
Is God the Architect of Good and Evil consequence...?
God is wise and weeping wilderness,
the lust of creative intelligence...
God compromised His eternal innocence...?
God became a diamonded metamorphosis,
panoramic pulse in prowling permanence...
Does Love not make life real...
Death makes life real, as love makes you feel,
so too, death be your soul's appeal
for self sacrificing survival,
to endure the relentless ritual of mind vital...
Is Love a prisoner of prophecy unlawful...
Love is captive of a curse called carnal,
you see, Love is a procreative energy primal,
flesh fanging nerves of the physical,
exhilaration of ego inflamed emotional,
atomic sparks splicing matrix mental...
My heart is designed to see Life total,
I am a fire fed by faith phenomenal...
Take me, to where Love learns no more
of suffering heartbeats sore,
to where the sky wants no more of thunder galore...
I cannot take you to where God need not explore...
J.A.B. 03-12-2025
It's cold and damp outside tonight.
A cold rain drizzles down,
And now it's just the four of us,
Walk darkened streets through town.
I miss the others very much,
Especially when we walk,
Their memory so vivid,
As we commune and talk.
I still can see their faces,
Still see them standing there,
Waiting oh so patiently,
To take the evening air.
Tiara was so quiet,
So gentle, sweet and good,
Obedient to the very end,
As by my side she stood.
Tasha was my princess,
A lady through and through,
A delicate aristocrat,
She was my baby too.
Petey Dog was handsome,
So merry, full of love,
And all he asked was "Love me back",
He'll always be beloved.
I will always miss them,
For they were family.
Their love and loyalty to me,
Is an anomaly;
For God gave us the animals,
To teach us loyalty,
For seems to me most men are born,
Without this faculty.
The heart of human beings,
Is selfish, cruel, unkind,
Seldom showing mercy,
As though we were born blind.
Animals are loyal,
Self-sacrificing too,
In humans that much dignity,
Is found in but a few;
So when I look to find a friend,
He'll likely have a tail,
For when I need a friend the most,
I know he will not fail.
nourish child's face beams
when mother walks in the room
self-sacrificing
1/1/2020
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Mothers give up so much, so that their children can have so much.
Catherine Pulsifer
The clime without poets is like the soulless desert
Poets drew their dreams in the words of the mind
The morning without poets is like a sunless night.
Without dreams we have nothing to get high
Poets play with dreams and they are cool spy.
Poets bring the sunshine where has no daylight!
Those who are self-sacrificing poets
They are the golden sun in the world.
In the cloudy sky, I'll find that sunlight.
You write so many untold stories
You have so much love in your heart
You're warm-blooded and you're soft.
Sometimes you are calm and reposed
You're smell of flowers and the singing bird
You're shadow of evergreen forest!
Who'd do questions without a poet, who'll answer them?
Who'll think of nature and who'll love it like you.
The world in the evening, let the morning come.
It'll be a disaster anyway, even then here you come again!
I’m ok being amethyst alone
No one to share my humble home with
I guess I do miss a kiss
But is that lust or just
Just an infatuation to resist
I think I’m too selfish to love him
And at the same time like many
I’m self sacrificing because
We are given dolls to care for as girls
Taught to nurture the whole world
Yet never given permission to be
A recipient of the same emerald energy
Never taught that boy who hits you
Has no right phuck that HE LIKES YOU
Never taught to get out your head
That girls want more than to be fed
The hard years of my life I was alone
The odd years of strife solitude was a throne
Sure I have basic needs
But that comes goes with burgundy breeze
I’m ok being alone with myself
I’m not so bad I am just and fair
And if God sent Prince Charming now
I’d send him packing at the next town
Not that I don’t believe God
Just that I have peace at heart
Why add to my serenity
When I’m ok alone with just me
There are moments
When I find myself wishing
Yearning to be something I am not
Someone who serves Him
With never a doubt or sin
Someone who knows Him
Better than they know themselves
I wish I could say, my friend,
That I am a perfect Saint
A Christian so flawless and faultless
That I deserved the Christian name
I can’t say that, my friend
For I have faults and flaws
I’m wrong sometimes and I don’t always
Know the way to go
The words to say or the
Right from the wrong
I wish I could say, my friend
That I’m someone who always prays
The way that God can bless
With never a selfish desire or hope
I can’t say that, though
There are times I pray for selfish gain
Times when I don’t pray for the ones
That deserve the prayers the most
And times I don’t seek solace
In His amazing grace
There are moments
When I find myself longing
To be someone that I can be proud of
Someone who is totally selfless
Self-sacrificing like the Savior
The One I serve in spite of the fact
That I’m so inadequate and lacking
When it comes to being a Christian
Still, I pray… to become like Jesus
The One I know can take this clay I am
And create someone worthy of His love
I’m not a fake Christian
But I am a Christian who knows
I’m not perfect – even though I want to be
More like my Savior
Jesus, who died for me!
Kindness,
is what you do, when you perceive,
that someone has a problem,
or special need.
Goodness,
is a quality that inspires the rest,
to be self-sacrificing, and,
to do their very best.
Faith,
is needed to please God well,
when you have it, he can tell.
Mildness,
conquers rage,
calms it down in every stage,
helps you to turn the page.
John Derek Hamilton November 06,2015
He died today
He died today, for both you and me
keeping intact his righteous human dignity
Died like a criminal he was hated and despised
With divine love for you, do you even realize?
He died today, not because he did something wrong
but to save you and me, now to him we belong
When someone dies for you, how do you feel?
Do you even understand it, to you is it real?
He died today, because he chose to do God's will
Without his sacrifice, we'd all be slaves to sin still
Because of his altruistic, self-sacrificing love
We can be forgiven, by our heavenly Father above
He died today, after sunset, it was the Passover of Nisan 14
after sundown tonight, we remember the events in between
He had his last supper in company with his faithful friends
then his enemy betrayed him, his life would soon end
He died today, bruised and battered but he was innocent
he was a perfect man, a ransom for us, that was heaven sent
We cannot forget the great love that to us was shown
We now live in eternal gratitude, our very life we disown.
John Derek Hamilton
March 23,2016
haven't laughed much lately
the sound just doesn't hold the same meaning
not when the trees taunt me by dropping their leaves
making me think it's alright to sit quietly, bleeding
death comes so easily for them
and i sit watching each fall with such envy
my autumn has come and gone, and I'm still here
the leaves never have to stay long enough to feel this empty
i sit and imagine myself as one of them
tired and weak, falling, floating, letting go
not having to explain why i couldn't stand up to the wind
everyone understands that I'm just making room for others to grow
letting my life into the soil, finally serving a purpose
what a sense of accomplishment that would be
i can almost taste the anticipation i would feel while falling
knowing that more deserving ones will be able to live because of me
the human existence is far more complicated however
and i find myself staring at the forest in shame
knowing that their death is more noble and self sacrificing
than this self centered depression that i should just try and tame
I manage to peel my mind off the forest floor
amidst all the martyred leaves i wanted so desperately to become
i breathe in the life they have given up and decide
that i can't leave with so much yet to be done
Oracles of the Abyss
...I shed a single tear, and as it fell to the ground, like a nuclear bomb...an ocean was born...
Serving somniferous solitudes from ejaculate embryonic conceptions
Magniloquent multitudes mislead by delectable dogmatic deceptions
Labyrinthian latitudes in lachrymal layers of absorbefacient affections
Reaching accumulative altitudes within emergent endocrinal erections
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And thus we arise like masochistic monoliths of denunciative desire
For we baptize birth, an entrapment epenthetic of declivitous dire
For what is it that we seek to be adored and idolized an ignis fatuus
We think we are unique a self-sacrificing sage and abundantly amorous
Sweet passion and tenderness as we indulge in such rapacious rapture
And then we begin the treacherous trails of life within our hearts capture
It awaits like a beast in a carnivorous cave of many damnable dwells
Its purpose is to feast for in love there are hazy heavens and many hells
...and now the ocean, a small running river stands...where the banks give it love...but is surrounded by quicksand...
Nov.26.2017
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Deeper than a feeling a question resonates within.
The thought of where the start of self sacrificing
all begins.
From the heart, where all parts of love is shown?
From the mind, where thoughtfulness is grown?
From the touch, we share each and every day?
From the passion, we share in love, work or play?
Growing ever tired, old and now slow as time passes by
this question I need an answer for.
Did anyone ever achieve from it and could have I given
more?
My belief is true love is unconditional -
totally accepting,
forgiving,
supportive,
encouraging and empathetic -
it is boundless,
lacking ego and willingly self-sacrificing.
it is an oasis in a desert of emotion,
a haven of peace in a tempest of wrong decisions,
an embrace of infusing strength at all times,
arms always lifting you up,
prayers of protection every time you're out of sight,
prayers of thanksgiving when you return.
As I stand here on the wretched path of life,
A wave of darkness sadness and
Gloom overwhelm me.
I'm surrounded in enveloping nocturnal darkness,
As far as the eye can see,
My life is in a state of abnormal and corrupt pessimism,
I'm my own intellectual bubonic plague,
A troublesome nuisance,
That causes my own spiritual antagonism,
My once joyous and mystic spirituality
now a void of nothingness,
my desicated but liberated self wasn't going for it,
it wanted paradise,
silk thrones of gold brocade,
in the shade of the essence of the presence of l.i.f.e.s lessons
I realized that the spiritual mental disorganization & confusion,
Was the resultant feeling of frustration and agonizing discomposure of g.o.ds soul-jah in materialistic illusions,
My prison, my hell
As I travel down this treacherous black path I know all to well,
I see illumination a sparkle of light,
The voice within told my atoms to listen and every thing would be alright,
This is l.i.f.e…
A self sacrificing path,
A warriors way,
Not for brittle, easily broken, glass bottle people,
Stand on truth defeat your evil,
The soul is tested here by sheer terror,
And the sword of destiny will separate the real from the fake and make things clearer,
The cloak of the enveloping darkness has dissolved, Problems resolved.
A new day, new beginning has begun,
my heart stand between the setting mystical moon and the rising crimson sun.
as I travel down the mystical path of reunion
I submit to the universal law system full of wisdom,
my ascension to God and holy communion.
A man is like a Sunrise amber in hue
On rising, you feel all his energy around you
through my eyes, seeing … strength reflecting
like sunrays aligning out towards the sky
If a problem shall arise … self-sacrificing will
resolve it at that time
A man can be attentive …will keep you in mind
with every throb of his heart … will keep your soul
Glistening … like diamonds flowing … on top of a sea
through my eyes, seeing this … makes me smile … by him giving
the right amount of Sunshine
A man can … sway as tidal waves in the sea…drifting will bring
different items to the shore’s feet
through my eyes, seeing this … It may stop … but sometime later
the driftage will restart … Sunlight will continue to burn your heart
A man can be passionate about abstaining from
shining … rays the other way ... being in just one
place is where … his beam of light is frayed
through my eyes, seeing this man … a Sunset grayish in hue
not in the distance as I thought … standing right
here glowing and shining next to me … and this man is a Sunrise amber in hue
All my life I longed for you.
You filled my thoughts and dreams.
You'd stand majestic, head held high,
My mind's eye saw the gleam,
Of vibrant health, unbounded strength,
That shone from a glistening coat,
The look of eagles in your eye,
As you moved you seemed to float,
Like the billowing clouds that float across,
The azure sky above.
When I'm with you I too can fly,
I soar on wings of love.
We glide across the meadow,
Beneath the sun lit sky,
We are the best of fellows,
My dog, my horse and I.
I believe God had many reasons for giving us the animals and if we try we can figure out what those reasons are.
For one thing, I believe the first and foremost reason was to TEACH US.
Have you ever noticed they have remained just as He created them?
They never deviated from the original plan.
We, However, have done our level best to IMPROVE on PERFECTION; and we have poisoned the environment and nearly destroyed the entire planet in the attempt.
What is more loyal than a dog?
Animals have shown more self sacrificing loyalty and courage in the face of danger than we ever dreamed of. They love completely and will willingly sacrifice themselves for our good. How many of us will do that for them? In fact we laugh at those who will.
We KEEP them as long as it is convenient and then cast them aside without a thought for their love or well being or how much heart break they suffer for our uncaring treatment of them. We don't try to understand them at all; but we expect them to understand us. If we are so much smarter than them, how come we have never learned any of this from them? Could it be that we are so selfish and concerned for our own comfort that nothing else matters much to us?
The love we receive from our animals is completely unconditional.
The love they receive from us HAS IT'S LIMITS.
We should give that some serious thought.