Sacrifice Self Poems | Examples
These Sacrifice Self poems are examples of Self poems about Sacrifice. These are the best examples of Self Sacrifice poems written by international poets.
She might have painted the sea—
or a golden field of wheat
beneath a hazy summer sky—
but he took her brushes,
left the bristles splayed,
the paints dried out,
and the turpentine cloudy.
And though she said nothing,
her easel disappeared one day
like a wispy cloud no one missed.
After that,
she painted nothing but dinner.
They had imagined themselves
sharing a studio but
he needed all the mirrors,
so she became one—
reflecting his genius,
and tilting her angles
to catch his best light—
sitting quiet in the corners,
while her palette faded slowly
beneath his brilliance.
She never called it giving up—
just life, unfolding.
Maybe she took comfort
in recipes, in the hush
of rising dough,
in setting the table just so.
But I wonder if sometimes,
she’d pass the studio
and something nameless would
tighten in her throat—
not quite regret,
not quite peace.
Perhaps both.
Her soul was starved of acceptance
An aching hunger wanting to be fed
Her body weak
Not from the lack of food
But for the lack of love for her skin
Being black meant a life where no matter what she did
She would never win
She couldn't control her race
But she could control her body
She wanted to be invisible
And the only way she could make that happen was to disappear
Her body, her skin, her mind
A place of imprisonment
But she could control how she decorated it
To her that felt like a rebellion
Even if it meant she lost herself
Deep down she knew this wasn't right
But she just didn't want the fight
She was willing to make that sacrifice
With every meal skipped
She got weaker and weaker
Not realising how she was getting closer to death
Mistaking it for freedom
She had got everything she wanted
Just not how she expected
She realised a little too late
How true this statement was
The world wanted her gone
And she had finally given them what they want
When I look into my grandmother's eyes
I see what she's had to sacrifice
When I look into my grandmother's eyes
I see a lifetime of pain she's carried
When I look into my grandmother's eyes
I see the hurt of not being accepted
When I look into my grandmother's eyes
I see Someone who once despised her beautiful black skin
When I look into my grandmother's eyes
I see her voice constantly silenced
When I look into my grandmother's eyes
I see her fight to fix the unjust system
But when I look into my grandmother's eyes
I see a fire That still burns
But when I see my grandmother's eyes
A lifetime of courage
But when I look into my grandmother's eyes
I see a courageous spirit who has still got it
But when I look into my grandmother's eyes
I see a woman who has been strong all her life
Now when I see me
I see my grandmother's legacy
And now that I know me
I will carry her torch
Through future generations
Because when i see me
I see my grandmother
Exploring new surroundings is a,
Trembling experience to say the least.
Approaching fear is the creepiest part,
Planning something neat for yourself.
I recall saying to God I want to step out,
I’m seeking opportunities to branch out.
Nervousness flows through my veins,
Like an endless flowing stream.
All great things require sacrifice,
To be followed up with great rewards.
Pushing through the tough times,
Distancing myself from the noise.
Resist the struggle and temptation,
A fight I’ve been in for too long.
Revert back to studying the word,
Renew my mind and switch focus.
The internal battle within the soul is,
Gaining friction as I establish my life.
I can hear you telling me let it go,
Loosen the burden, give me control.
From today onwards, I have the right to write my own life
I don’t want my future to be shaped by the opinions of others anymore
I will reject anything I don’t want
and I refuse to be gaslit as I have been before
I hate prejudice and injustice
and refuse to sacrifice my needs for others
who wouldn’t give anything in return
I have the right to be happy
I have the right to get what I want
I have the right to make the people I love happy
and I will pursue this mindset forever
In my life, I am the director
the main actor
and from now on, the scriptwriter
I won’t let others change my fate, I will be me, and I will be free!
Inevitably, tears of love, of sorrow,
tears that stem from my heart, flow
whenever I think of your sacrifice,
the ultimate payment of a high price.
You were a principled, brave man
who refused to budge from your plan,
one that would shake a nation, the world!
Watching the horror left my soul whirled,
shattered, shaken, sad. You deserved
better than your fate which all unnerved.
Thoughtful you are even though you’re dead,
asking permission to have your ashes spread,
if the citizens would allow your last request:
in a free Palestine, liberated after conquest.
Eviscerate my being! Distort my face!
Bring me closure to my ego; replace!
Seizure in dark games through which we interlace,
Beckoning the reaper's embrace.
Subvert my empathy!
Break me into colluded ecstasy!
Mold me in your image of apathy!
Put me in a daze of senseful apogee!
If only I could help You experience the same...
If only I could put out what had went aflame...
If only I could rid you of your own self blame...
My ultimate goal- to personify your game..
Knowing I belong on greater stages;
I set out to share a seat among your stations!
As I'm marching alongside your pages,
I'm taunted by the echoes of ages,
mocked by divine wages.
Taxing are the paths to your way.
My will's faltering, hope's grey,
mind's in a state so risqué.
Tell me, is this the price that I must pay?
"Fractious paranoia vying to supplant.
Vying to take over, to ruin your descant.
To kill that which would lay bare, the one which I shan't.
And destroy the altar to which I hum and I chant."
So in love with me. Why shouldn't I be? I'm
My own person original from all others. We
have comparable needs and wants nevertheless some of us are extraordinaire beyond the webs of life that guides us to rediscover self love, respect that's self evident
that we all seek self respect, self sacrifice to acquire self love within self-reflection.
To endeavour to seek. To endeavour to find.
The clarity of skill. The clarity of mind.
To sacrifice living, to sacrifice time.
To develop true balance between body and mind.
To hone the skills the very few can find.
Compete to push harder and faster for new lines.
Not just to compete with the world but with the self deep inside.
To believe in and find the might of your soul.
To find the grit of your warrior without bullet on bone.
To compete against the best humanity has to show.
To be the best the world has ever known.
That I be ambushed in early gambit
for my king was a sacrifice too great -
just a pawn in a game and I am it
plays out its capture and winless stalemate.
He not bared to his human desires nor
fruit on the essential vines thirsts alone -
and in the great fu-ckening at my core
is a real fear and fate that I must own.
But a debt of faith is ransomed this day
and worse, a debit of endless sorrow -
a usury I must now bear and pay,
and from the heart this I’ve had to borrow.
I am a hostage to my tyrannies,
a prisoner of old hostilities.
Written: September 1995
Oh, Empathy,
you divine child of love,
I implore Thee to help us sacrifice our
self-interest
on
the altar of common good
for
only in this way mankind could put aside
their differences and find solutions
for
the benefit of us all!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 April 2022
“A man is as miserable as he thinks he is” -Seneca
I want to do bigger and better things in my life
I want to fulfill all my potentialities
I want my actions to be the example
I just want to be the best I can possibly be
I'm prepared to endure great losses
I'm willing to stand in the fire and to bleed
I am prepared to fall into deep despair
Because when I fail, it's a step in the process that sets me free
I know there's only one true competitor in my life
Its the voice of discontent and self-doubt that whispers in my mind
But when I'm mindful of the internal narrative
I'm empowered to control the controllables in my life
For I am responsible
I'm not a pathetic helpless victim in this life
I'm a warrior, a conqueror
I’ll willing to pay the ultimate sacrifice
The sacrifice is having extreme patiences
And staying true to your word
It's about relentless perseverance
Sadly, to the younger generation, these actions seem absurd
This life, my life, will not be taken for granted
I have personal choices to make
And that choice is to give everything I have
Anything less, would be a serious mistake
voices beckon to me from inside
as distant lonely echoes sigh
I hear their voices pleading
telling me to step back
from the precipice
of my despair
not wanting
the end
now
and
I stop
haltingly,
hesitating
to reconsider
the value of being
opposed to self-sacrifice
and selfish lack of concern for
those people who would mourn my passing.
written September 20, 2021
I was never told
To behold
The tears
Carrying all my fears
To let them flow
For the glow
To pay the price
For snatching the prize
To let someone die
On the mere roll of the die
I was never told
To behold
The dance of the fairies
Amongst fires in the prairies
Of the sacrifice
For the fool’s paradise
I was never told
To behold
The danseuse death
In her fight with fate
The glory bequeath
With the fory dead
I was never told
To prepare myself
To fight herself
To wrench my prize
From someone her size
I was never told
To behold
People’s fate
In someone’s gait
To let the decision
Be forsaken of vision
I was never told
To behold
The dance of the dead
As if they had never bled
Their waking up again
Out of deign not disdain
I was never told
To behold
The history being rewritten
And the mysteries being smitten..
Life is too damn hard! And it shouldn't have to be.
Ironically enough, we inflict more pain on ourselves than anybody.
You think that this life would give you a break!
Putting more on your shoulders than a person can take.
Yet we strive on! Praying for better days ahead.
Neck deep in the negative, focusing on the glimpse of positive instead.
You see, "Happiness" is a state of mind.
Knowing this fact, could put you a step ahead everytime.
The mind is powerful, the more you think about it the more you'll see it's true.
The "Happiness" you desire, is a sacrifice you must make for you.
To be caught up in love is never as easy as it seems.
It takes two working through it, to find the happy medium in between.
Compromising , letting the little things go, may be easier said than done.
But without hard work and effort the battles scarcely won.
So be who you are! And say what you feel!
Life's too short! To be anything but real!
So regardless of what might have , or has been, or will eventually be said.
At the end of the day its you that goes home to lye in your bed .