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Patriotism September 11 Poems: 1-10 of 132
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*~* My Feelings *~*
i am a girl from a place call kurdistan i wonder what it would be like when there is no one left on earth i hear a sound from heaven calling my name i see a ..........

Help Me Here
break me off some of that 'we've come a long way' and 'sure we aren't perfect.' tell me how i'm satisfied for today, while your hands firmly grip my neck. is ..........

Maybe Some Day
maybe someday i will see him again. way high in heaven's den. i was hoping to see him that day. when i jumped out of bed just to play. i ran downstair to give ..........

Frail Towers
i'm proud to be american we eat a lot, laugh a lot, talk a lot, and dream a lot many want to be an american so they too can enjoy what we ..........

I Am An American Soldier
i am an american soldier who is called to war i am an american soldier who wont take terrorism no more i've done this before but this time is ..........

Rising
rising is the roar of the engines as they near. rising is the plane over the horizon as it comes. rising is the sun that witnesses it all. rising are the ..........

Home of the Brave to Be Seen
home of the brave to me means we are the home and we are brave not only to fight, but to make our life better for us and not just for one person if you know ..........

'MY HEROES'
my 'heroes' were born, on a september day.... leaves falling, sky was bright; they entered a building, went out of sight... everything around me grew ..........

An American Soldier
i'm an american soldier, just trying to get by. sometimes i wish i could break down and cry. i'm over here protecting your freedom, yet i feel you have ..........

Thank You
i'm proud to be an american, i give that thanks to you, i'm proud to be an american, for the special things you do, i'm proud to be an ..........
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Patriotism September 11 Poems: 1-10 of 132


Patriotic poems keep the spirit alive of national identity and charisma of nationalism.  Especially in this day and age, where unfortunately war has wreaked havoc in the world.  Troops fighting for causes that a nation feels right and ethical need the positive and supportive effort of its people and patriotic poetry expresses the attitudes and pride in the nation’s achievements and culture.  Patriotic poems show the desire to preserve its character and the basis of the culture, and identification with other members of the nation to push forward to remain a strong and sovereign nation.

It is with great trepidation and a profound sense of grief and sorrow, that we humbly embark on a journey to present the world with a collection of poetry written by plain people like you and I on a subject that has impassioned every person around the world, September 11 2001. The feelings brought out in this collection come from the inner-most recesses of their hearts and souls. Our thoughts and prayers go out to the families who lost loved ones on that fateful day.

Patriotic Poems, Memorial Poems, War Poems

Does war scare you or does it awaken a Patriotic spirit within you? Do you feel war is the right thing or are we risking our lives and the lives of others? Do you have a Memorial Poem to remember a loved one lost during combat or who gave their lives for our great country? Do you feel patriotic these days? Poetry is one of the best ways to let your feelings known. We want to read your views on war, patriotism or just a memorial for those you love.

Family Poem of the Day

JUBILANT FATHER

His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.

The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."

Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.

You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.




- CRISTINE McAULIFFE



Quote of the Day

JUBILANT FATHER His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him. She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning. The tide pulls through her very bones, her form aches as each wave crests. The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her Beats new chords, old sun god chants. "You are the first mother and the last, all spring flesh has traveled through you." Aztec plumed and gold beaded, your priest kneels at the holy alter, gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament. You are the temple, we pilgrims swept through the gates, bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence, spread our arms to harvest blossoms, and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.

- CRISTINE McAULIFFE