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Patriotism September 11 Poems: 1-10 of 132
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9-11
On the day of nine eleven God was crying up in heaven He wept for those who died He wept for all their lives He also cried for the families back home Who would feel isolated and all alone Moments later there was a knock at the gate Standing there was a little girl of ..........

Daddy's Little Girl
Ever since the day that I've known about you I've always wanted to meet you. For years I've tried to look for you but I never found you. I always had hopes that one day we would meet Sometimes at nights when I think that I'm running out of hopes I cry and cry Till I fall ..........

Run
....... the bloody fields weave around the dead bodies but never slow down beware of the cannons and bullets run until you can run no ..........

The Truth About War
war is triumph, war is gain, war is heartache, war is pain but after one side or the other side ..........

Who Knows What the Future Will Bring
I know you may not believe me The answer is not clear But if I can let you see I am trying to get rid of my fear. I'm seeking my feelings from up above All our memoires seemed to go too fast, The answer may end in what we think is love Unlike what it did to us in the ..........

Silence
a winding turbine is all that is heard followed by silence. clank of tank tracks move forward in the distance followed by silence. silence ..........

A Butterfly in Baghdad
ugliness was everywhere in this city of war and despair death was all around me hanging so heavy in the air the buildings lay in ..........

American Soldier's Wife
....... to be away from his family and friends, but, without our soldiers this war would never end. so, do you believe you could live the ..........

Little Jesse
Little Jesse was only 5 When I met him for the first time. We became fast friends that day, Outside playing on the slide. Never would I have guessed, What would happen To our innocent little selves. Little Jesse was only 10 When I first told him my plan. We ..........

Lost
I hear airplanes landing I feel extremely excited I wait to hear my brother's voice I am wiggling all over the place I see people hugging I dream of seeing him again I wish to embrace my brother I am texting all my friends I look at the delays board his ..........
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Patriotism September 11 Poems: 1-10 of 132


Patriotic poems are found in our national anthem, pledging allegiance to the flag, and many of our most popular patriotic songs are all poetic.  We show appreciation of services our men and women in protecting our freedoms and honor of our country.  Poems on nationalism preserve our history and on a personal basis we also save the memory of loved ones that served our country through patriotism.

One’s love for their country conjures emotions of loyalty and pride for one’s country.  There are lost love poems, family poems, and many other narrative works about country, national affairs, and war that are shared with others of their country’s heritage and glorify the nation’s accomplishments.  In preserving and keeping the memories of loved ones that served in the military for one’s homeland, one reflects over their work to preserve one’s pride for their country in patriotic poems.

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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