Sacrifice Poems - Poems about Sacrifice

They came with dust on their boots and a morning star, Shadows of boyhood still clinging to their shoulders— They were sons of the land, faces bright with the dew, Carrying small, cherished photographs in their breast pockets. They rose with the sun’s trumpet call at dawn, A summons to arms, to fear, to death— Yet they did not tremble, They carried...

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An old man once said: Freedom isn’t free As a child, I grew up, never understanding those words. As an adult, I learned, the tree of freedom is watered with blood. I thought we had paid enough. But as trees wither without water, so does freedom without its tribute. As such I hoped, we could pay with sweat and duty. But once again-we choose red......

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They moved like dawn through shadowed years, With quiet hands and blazing hearts, Their dreams outshone the weight of fears, They rewrote fate in fractured parts. Marie lit atoms' trembling core, Her lantern glowed through science' veil; While Rosa sat and shook the war Of silence—made the strong rails pale. Malala, bright with sharpened pen, Still sings where tyrants silence books; Jane healed the lives...

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Inspired by Bob Dylan's "Mississippi" I was the backbone of your dream— ribs shaped into beams, my blood seeping slow, cementing your tower’s base. You promised a sky of stars, a rise beyond all shadows— but I was just a ghost etched in your blueprint, a whisper beneath your tower. We built forever on lies, stacking stones on my shoulders— I was your ground, your silent sacrifice, the...

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Duty calls from valleys deep and wide, Wide like hearts where brave resolve does bide. Bide the storms, through fire and endless rain, Rain of trials met with a calm refrain. Refrain from fear when darkness clouds the sky, Sky holds hope where eagles dare to fly. Fly with honor carved in steel and soul, Soul forged firm in sacrifice and role. Role...

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They do not march now, but they still stand-- shoulder to shoulder in quiet granite lines. Each flag breathes like a memory fluttering in the hush between heartbeats. They are not just names, not just dates-- they are echoes of last letters, mud-heavy boots, songs sung beneath a foreign sky. We walk between them, heads bowed, and feel the weight of freedom we never had to earn. This silence is not...

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In moonlit skies, the night awakes, The call of Eid, the morning breaks. Eid al-Adha is drawing near, A time of love, of faith, sincere. Ibrahim stood the hardest test, His son he offered, at God’s behest. But mercy came from skies above, A tale of faith, a bond of love. Markets full with goats and cows, Children cheer with playful vows. Eyes gleam bright,...

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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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