Martyrs Poems - Poems about Martyrs

Forever gone, forever we understand The pain lingers on, stronger beyond The thud of agony and the memory Captures the groans of a desperate cry Laid in a little rest with friends and family to be the martyrs reunited in eternity, As in the heart when life is over Time closes our eyes to this world of terror. Grief shows the path...

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Hey there little one Toddling ‘round your parents’ feet Not yet knowing who you are A whole wide world to meet You have Nobility - Heroes’ blood pumps in your heart Martyrs, warriors and pioneers Are part of who you are Both your grandfathers Served honorably in the military Tom was in the Marine Corps I was a UN Peacekeeper in the Army Fred Halliday served, Himself...

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Martyrs are saints Consequential Reborn heroes....

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The month of August brings with it memories of the Beirut blast. Beirut is once again under attack. I wrote this poem as a tribute. The Rape of Lebanon My darling, Lebanon, do not be fooled What they feel for you is lust and not love You're scented cedars and your hills, bejeweled make you a piece of heaven...

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Everyone wants a ticket to Heaven Only the penitent knows their fate Nobody barters with Saints and Martyrs Because the sacrifice is too great...

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They sung for the Lord in the synagogues Raising mixed feelings to the music analysts Voices mattered less, the message more precious Preached his word in the land The sacrifices they made to secure life! In moments of trial, they testified of his goodness Seeking his comfort when times were darker Faith led their ways, hope guided their motives; God was good in...

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What is forgotten if time is a bluff What is forsaken if memory can rust Where is the drama the stage ill disposed Where is tomorrow today undisclosed When were you certain that certain you’re not When did the hands stop advancing your clock How many seasons must come and then go How many reasons to plant and not sow Why search for glory in legends unfound Why only answered —by martyrs and clowns (Dreamsleep:...

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Martyrs die for clear faith ... that is noble belief Idiots die for blind ignorance, that is ignoble stupidity.......

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They kicked the chair, beneath my feet. The rope it stretched and faced defeat. As I fall, now I fall to breathe. I lived a life with liars and thieves. I fall now there, right on my knees. The other side is sunny, light breeze. They all seem to love me, green trees, as they all live to follow just me. I see...

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Such an ethereal beauty. Petite in size but large on life. One would not expect its duty is solely for procreation. Yes, just this one, and nothing more, certainty is its life’s station. Swarming thick as oozing slurries, males hover above clear water. Intrigued, the young female hurries. Emerging the gray mass, nightmarish, lays her eggs, then crumples lifeless. The males sail to land and perish....

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flames crossing bound’ries intense freedom rains terror stirring living hell the outback’s furnace drying up tears — bottled up water thirsts for life warm hands wait for the ejection of koalas, kangaroos and kin. standing guard with cool plastic ready to pour forth mercy into parched throats - forest dwellers seek human kindness, no longer threatened by strangers, welcoming their treasured...

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Their blood was spilled Your church was built But to them it never occurred To deny the Word Of Truth that set them free Assuming of Heaven to be. Even joyful singing was heard You, their Lord, they preferred Their church buildings burned But not one turned They were spurned For what they said, "Jesus is raised from the dead". Yet, hope through them was bred Hope that there...

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FOXE’S BOOK OF MARTYRS--CHAPTER 1999 Near Denver, Colorado, on another day at school, And then in walked the gunmen and they took on the rule. The students ran in panic as shots rang through the throngs, And then one asked the students, “Who here to Christ belongs?” A brave girl stood for Jesus and gave her life that day And showed...

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the colors swirl, blend in a furious vortex. stripped of his royal robe, thrown into a desiccated cistern, Israel would fill that well with his tears. Years later in Ramah, his mother — Rachel would weep. Why O Why the sacrifice? one child breathes — to Egypt they would flee. the little martyrs keep watch as the Bethlehem babe matures. amazed — witnesses to the greatest sacrifice that saved them from...

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Villanelle : Those whom the Muses love die Martyrs' deaths at lone Stockade Those whom the Muses love die martyrs' deaths at lone stockade Not yearning for success excuses each seek to elude Fame stops at no stranger's door the loafer to persuade Yet legions make it to the top in their time and period They pass their lives in...

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