Sacrificial Poems | Examples

Am I A Sacrificial Lamb?

They glare with eyes like frozen steel,  
Piercing, yet blind to what is real.  
They see the frame, not the flame,  
And brand me with a borrowed name.  

Their hearts beat cold, devoid of grace,  
Slander drips from lips that never face  
The truth I carry, bold and bare—  
A golden heart they wouldn’t dare.  

They speak in tongues of defamation,  
Crafting myths from accusation.  
As if I’m carved for crucifixion,  
A symbol of their own affliction.  

But I do not break—I crystallize.  
I rise beneath their shallow lies.  
Resilience is my quiet hymn,  
A light that does not beg to dim.  

So I ask you now, with open hand,  
Do you think I’m a sacrificial lamb?  
Or am I the storm they failed to tame—  
The soul they tried, but could not name?  

I am cold-forged, born of frost and flame,  
A heart of gold beneath the blame.  
Not prey, not pawn, not silent ghost—  
But the truth they fear to face the most.

Sacrificial fire

In the sacred sacrificial fire we burn,
first and foremost all the objects we desire,
purifying thoughts flowing in body urn,
consigning doership to the funeral pyre,
that thus in silence watching nodes within churn,
there are no earth bound goals for which we aspire,
whereupon in this way we become the flame,
fulfilling in staid mindfulness our life’s aim.

Sacrificial fire

whatever is transient
we let go
attachments, fears, desires
rooted in ego

thoughts are dualistic 
spirals of illusion
they but birth dream forms 
cause of delusion

organic form is dust
God dwells in each heart 
we all are one
who should we deem apart

sensory pleasure
is embraced and released
God’s light is the treasure
with which heart is pleased

love’s benign bliss burn 
Divine Mother’s kiss
illumines body urn
with love, light and bliss

Sacrificial fire

ascension requires sacrifice
pure heart with resolve will suffice
that we rise higher and higher
discarding each and every vice

truth is a sacrificial fire
consigning ego to the pyre
our auric field is magnetised
no desire left which we aspire 

life no longer then weighed or sized
in time we become the one-eyed
focus firm to merge Self with God
that thus He may be realised

God dwells in our mind-body pod
once we are still and heart has thawed
we see our Self as living light
exalted giving love our nod

as the flame that banishes night
free from attributes lustre white
beyond space-time we yet remain
highest pinnacle of delight

sacrifice thus cleanses soul’s stain
liberating us from life’s chain
the path but requires that we yield
to God’s blessings falling like rain

Sacrificial Lamb

Streaks of pallid moonlight  
wash over blood-stained  
burnt umber leaf blight.  
Glistening stainless steel remains  
within wilting noir roses  
and blistered blades of grass.  
Sickening hands shake my repose,  
heart racing, sure to collapse,  
feeling faint.  
A revolting nausea elevates,  
trying to find restraint,  
as madness deregulates.  
A heart separated  
from a lifeless corpse—  
death awaits.  
Flashbacks play like static reports,  
too hard to get a clear picture.  
Splashes of splattered red fill  
spaces in between scriptures.  
Screaming echoes spill,  
dirty visions getting clearer,  
as the sacrificial lamb  
becomes the predator, evaporating fear.  
Fighting for the blade, fingers clammy,  
spinning out of control.  
How could you bring me to this?  
Steel cuts against palms, foretold—  
splatters of crimson spray, don't resist,  
covering fear-filled eyes.  
One last-ditch effort:  
grab the hilt and arise.  
On this deadening night, collect.  
You became Samhain’s sacrifice,  
a feast for the demonic nether, sanctified.

A Sacrificial Lamb

This was one of the first poems I wrote when new at Poetry Soup.com five years ago and I received a wonderful welcome from the lovely poetess Connie Marcum Wong. 
White daisy's in a wicker basket
graced the tiny metal casket
where his lifeless body now lay..
Family and friends wrought with grief
shook their heads in disbelief,
as he was only ten years to the day..
His story made the news with it's
familiar tragic hues and the politicians
had their say..
People gathered on that street, lighting
candles, placing wreaths in remembrance
of where he was slayed..
The sun still shines on this space, his spilt
blood cleansed to not a trace but what a price
his community has paid..
What kind of world have we created
when young lives can be negated falling'
victim to gun violence every day..

Sacrificial Salmon

Salmon thought he had a chance
He felt it was his lucky day
The giant would grab someone else
enormous polar bear almost snatched Salmon's sister, so he
Jumped into bear's clutches
willing to sacrifice himself to save her

Sacrificial Lambs

Soldiers at war

Boots in the mud

Fought by the poor

Paid for with blood

Death on the fields

Death from the sky

Nobody yields

Too many die

Sacrificial Confusion

I wonder how many of us make the same blunder,
Giving others permission to plunder, 
When we make sacrifices without number,
That will one day give us a face like thunder,
And a tongue that speaks kindly, no longer.

Are we truly understanding,
What is the nature of what we are sacrificing,
When our own happiness we stop feeling, 
And all our relationships start failing, 
With thoughts soon souring
As our sacrifice seems not to be working
And our sacrifice back to them we start throwing.

A true sacrifice, 
Comes from a happy place,
With no chance of a sour face, 
No matter what the weather is bringing,
Even when there is no happy ending, 
When the loss of happiness is not part of the sacrifice,
As happiness should be the reason for it taking place.

Agape Love, Loss, But Just a Blip On Eternity, Says Joe

Thanks to Father DeMino fir reminding me the world cannot bite off all our Jesus-kinda-Love. So here goes-

"If you love sacrificially, you won't expect thanks and only lose a blip of Eternity." Deo

Joe DeMino did add, "ouch for that blip" that got gobbled up mercilessly

The Resurrection of the Sacrificial Lamb

When Christ was resurrected from the tomb,
sunrise broke the gloomy darkness 
and the heavy stone rolled away to let Him 
flee from the tomb of many sorrows;
His father waited for Him to declare Him
King of Heaven, that place so ethereal, 
watching the angels bow to the sacrificed Lamb 
and their song was loud and gleeful!

The resurrection of the sacrificial Lamb was God's plan
to redeem sinful Mankind and bring salvation
to everyone; nobody would be spared and saved 
had not Christ given up his life for everyone who sinned!   

Mary Magdalene fell asleep mourning her Lord 
and waking up by the empty tomb, she saw
Christ rise and crying she was overjoyed
by the awesome sight and let her fear unthaw!  

The resurrection of the sacrificial Lamb
was an event understood by some, not by all;
only believers spread this news like the apostle Paul, 
who knew that Mary bore Christ in her womb!

The Sacrificial Lamb

flocks of sheep paused their grazing,
looked up to speak to me,
the bright moon kept watch,
like a big farm dog,
looking over a tall birch tree!
I condoned with their bleating, 
of their inhuman suffering,
heard their soul’s appeal!
the green meadow fed them,
from fresh goodness of its being,
knowing too well,
that this would be their last meal!

Imagist poetry contest
Brian Strand
Written 10/Dec/2020

Sacrificial Leaves of Autumn

One leaf follows another
A lazy floating dance
Last bit of a whirl
Satisfactory ending
Making way for future leaves
Who will sprout out of fresh new buds

Sacrificial Sun

I am being sacrificed on the altar of sun
Color yellow sinks into my exposed skin
Reaching my arteries pumping red blood
Veins delivering back to the atmosphere
Carbon dioxide with me melted in it
Step by step I am disappearing slowly
Becoming a patch of color yellow mixed 
With red that still has a taste of my blood
On my dry chapped thirsty pale lips
Trying to whisper magical words
That brings me back to reality that is
Escaping me and I can’t remember
How it looked like before I was lied down
On devouring me sacrificial stone
Of color yellow that belongs to sun
I am disappearing into thick mixture
Of blue overpowering bright yellow 
In swift strokes of my brush while
I am trying to paint a picture of me
Being sacrificed on the altar of sun
In three steppingstones completing
Sacrificial ritual of me melting away
In magical colorful magnificent way

Sacrificial Lambs

Hiding their poison,
colleges feign

Promising sunshine,
delivering rain

Knowledge infected,
politics vile

Lambs to the slaughter
—Athena defiled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

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