Sacrifice Poems - Poems about Sacrifice

War shapes the warriors it touches, leaving behind vestiges that linger in their lives long after the battlefield fades from view. In Recon Marines: Searching for the Real Enemy, we are thrust into the unrelenting grip of Vietnam's jungle, a landscape both indifferent and eternal. Yet the war waged in the depths of memory proves...

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The mission was simple; To save the whole planet From white clouds Lies the troopers The wind howled As they fell down A headfirst dive At the speed of sound Death is a friend of the Earth They thought, as they fell across the sky I am the savior of the Earth But I know not how or why Today they made a sacrifice That little drop of...

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The debt of soul to Nebro came through the cross of gnosis Through strength of spirit, though no mortal sacrifice could pay that debt Christ the vine became that tree of gnosis to pay the debt ...

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These are your words of life— not shouted, but breathed, not carved in stone, but whispered gently in your ear. I carry them inside me like the hush before a song, like the salt before the sea. I write them now because silence is a kind of death when the world is deep in sleep, and still dreaming. There are those who hurt with hands, with laws, with sharpened...

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Edvard's exile could not deter the course as it flowed or blood that drove through his body life had to change when the soldiers came bringing tanks and arms of oppression machines of war rolled and crushed Europe was hushed marching on the 15th raising flags and ideals London resigned to opening doors a haven of sorts for a few families and friends were left to defend breaking cogs to dismantle...

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Sacrifice I was one of many on the Mount of Olives and every year produced batches of black olives. Sweet and black, my olives were prized near and far and my owner would always brag about his favorite tree. I was one of the first to be planted and was king of the grove. Till one day some strange men in...

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In the garden, penumbra deep, A heart so heavy, it could not sleep. Betrayed by those He came to save, A love so pure, it could not cave. Upon the cross, His arms spread wide, In our place, crucified. The nails of heartbreak held Him there, A burden of sorrow, too great for us to bear. For every tear, for every sin, He bore...

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O weavers of life, behold this diamond— Strong and bright, pure and radiant. She held the key to life in trembling hands; Her trial, a furnace of refining flame. Yet she stood unbroken— And the fire found her not wanting. Her journey sang a symphony of pain, Yet like a lamb, she stood in peace. Her sweetness was blood, And uneven was the burden...

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My sweetness, from you, my first meal, Exclusively for six. And for many more months after~ The grub that made me tick. You'd go hungry for me to eat. Still my tum begs for more What yours for days has been denied, For hunger there to roar. Empty tummy twirls blank your eyes, Then you fall down and faint. Still you rise just to find...

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A Mystery of Love Who can understand. Why would a person sacrifice himself in such a way. Spat on, slapped, falsely accused, deprived of sleep, given no food, unquenched thirst. Hauled before Pilate the Roman governor. No guilt found but crowd cried for Barabbas, a murderer and rebel, to be freed. No guilt could Pilate find, but the throng called for His crucifixion....

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" The course of true love never did run smooth " - A Midsummer's Night’s Dream (Shakespeare) TRUE...

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Charles Dickens said it best, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” a tale born in paroxysm and flame, where streets cried for liberty beneath the weight of tyranny, and history turned, restless, in its slumber. The Bastille fell like the crumbling of old oaths, its stones heavy with the breaths of the oppressed. The mob surged,...

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Rushing into the battlefield with all the might, No turning back, fighting for what is right. For the country, for the motherland, Those hundreds for thousands, with rifles in their hand. They have nothing, but memories of their loved ones, All for their dearest motherland. When we sleep in cozy beds, They sleep on cold-stricken ground When we eat heartily, they...

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Perhaps, if I toil, and have the fortune of living long enough, I may one day translate words from thoughts from my heart such that another may read, and think, and know my mind, and love my heart... And if I succeed - it shall be forever - my heart preserved for eternity. And, against all odds, I will have...

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The sign ...

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