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Patriotism September 11 Poems: 31-40 of 132
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superhero
i’m just sitting here in the dark with this tv remote. can’t find nothing good on tv. can’t wait till my dad gets home cant wait till i see his face. it’s ..........

Freedom isn't free
i watched the flag pass by one day it fluttered in the breeze. a young marine saluted it, and then he stood at ease.. i looked at him in uniform so ..........

A Firefighters' Tears
all our lives are fleeting, so i’ll take it day by day- but these visions keep on haunting me, as i think of that day. i find myself praying, hoping ..........

views of a different world
never would i have imagined the sights before my eyes the odor of flesh was so strong and oh so loud were their cries, yet silent at the same ..........

If-Then In Memoriam
if then in memoriam if:: you do not remember the new york skyline, its twin towers glistening in the sun the word crater only makes you think of the ..........

Remember
remember will you always remember where you were that september day? exactly what you were doing perhaps, some plans you had made? can you still ..........

Save Freedom
i awoke this morning with a wounded heart. it was pierced right from the start. you do not know me, nor i you- but the risks you take for me ..........

Attack On America
attack on america we watched in horror and despair as death came screaming through the air. one plane, then two, and finally four-- by now our ..........

My Son, The Hero
my son, the hero goodbye to our loved ones as they leave us to fight they don't know where they're headed as they leave us in the night they leave ..........

THE AFTERMATH OF 9-11-01
the aftermath of 9 - 11- 01 the tears in many eyes will continue to drop it was september 11, the day when time stopped we must remember forever in ..........
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Patriotism September 11 Poems: 31-40 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