Martyr Poems - Poems about Martyr

THE UNKNOW MARTYR Though short life he lives A lot of blood he takes a lot of comfort he gives A sheet of pure white Shine between legs day and night Hug him between warm thighs To make you happy and feel nice Soft and smooth he is Discomfort and tension he ease Though for long he can’t stay Another one will be for...

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I am the Martyr you shall not want I lay me down across waters You will not cross I wander mountainsides alone To bring their grandeur To your door And run through gauntlets unafraid Your cross to bear I climb the steps of lofty peaks Through storm and strife and dark of night And rage the sky in grave distress, for you...

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A radical named Hans Grenade Carter His desire in life to be a martyr His explosive ignited All the targets, affrighted From the stench he emitted, the farter ...

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Six dogs die And one guy cries the dogs are not political Oh! My, My, Don’t you know? Deaths are always political Be it mosquitoes or a martyr Someone’s always there to take credit to call them pest or bravehearts to declare them something to award them labels to hold memoirs to use their names Deaths, my dear, have always been political. ...

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Father of the Nation Musabwa Kamango Munanila, The commander-in-chief of Bavila's defence forces. How should we cry for you ! the great bavila leader, How should we cry for you !  bavila's grandfather, How  should we cry for you ! Our King Musabwa Kamango Munanila. When we remember your battle against  the Belgian troops at Lubako. When we remember how you stood...

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No, my brain is alive, not dead To know that you hate me And yet I love you dearly I practice love not hatred I care about uncontiditional love Not mutual feelings dripping from above In rainy and stormy seasons. In unselfish ways I willingly donate my heart and soul to you You can shred them and then part ways As you wish, as...

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I spend days thinking of you my amour And nights dreaming of you my dear Your smiling image is stuck in my eyes And your voice is buzzing in my ears It’s fascinating after so many years I still reminisce of your sweet apple pies When you used to spoon-feed me And wipe my lips with kisses of honey. I tried to forget...

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x Once, one Incisive ...

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In winter's cold grip In the land of the Angles The Good Christians came Against their will to a trial In a grand city Called the Ford of the Oxen Good will be slaughtered By the hands of hot fire The hands of the judge The home's ruler was their judge His stare was piercing That went with flaming outbursts And with his red hair And the king's...

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It is better to sacrifice- Rather than have everything taken away. It is better to give up everything while still coherent. So that when I wake up to no one by my side- I can at least have my dignity. Oh, to be a martyr....

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I will no longer be a martyr to my parents because they were never gods. If I die like they want me too I’ll never be a saint, if I hallowed out my flesh like they asked I’d never be given a stained glass window monument in a church and I’d simply suffer for the sake...

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You may have heard the 3rd class would dance and many among them did not stand a chance to be rescued out of the tragic Titanic disaster but have you heard more of their heroic pastor Who in 1912, 2nd Sunday of Easter, April 14th raised lowly hearts Above, till sinking beneath an ocean of mercy on Divine Mercy Sunday bringing hope...

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I look at my hands and pray The reflections in the past Foaming white lips of a wave I look at my hands and pray The circle of a day around a corner Blue is a cold spray The weight of gold on my back walking down a path filled with diamonds that melted in the snow The frost on the window with...

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Don't get me wrong. He didn't deserve to die...... like that... Under an eight-minute nonchalant knee. In full panic mode crying out for his mamma..... but he doesn't deserve a statue either. I mean what kind of angel holds a gun to a pregnant woman's belly. (I wonder if her fear reached the level of his). Please don't dummy down our real...

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O loving God, please ease the acute pain and unutterable anger they are afflicting upon this truthful martyr, who is aware of their meanness while he shows his unpretentious kindness; o righteous lord, what's the reward of the giver? I came to the help of defenseless little hearts that were unjustly snapped from their mother's arms; I spoke with them warmly and gently, and dedicated...

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