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| Patriotism September 11 Poems: 21-30 of 132 | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | To The Foolish American | | it kills me to hear you say that war is just a foolish game that men and women dare to play well i'd like to see you last one day you .......... | Untitled | | I saw the deaths of millions, of the young and the old, i saw the deaths of many, all unfortold, i saw the death of you, and yes, the death of me, i forsaw the deaths of every one, especially me, i saw the deaths of babies, and small children as well, and .......... | Freedom | | america goes to war again for, liberty we'll campaign thru all the land proclaim let blood not be shed in vain soldiers to arms we .......... | War | | ........ might enduntil they come home, only time will tellbut they can't take much more of this hellwaking up every morning at fourthis is chaos, this is war | Like the Sea | | ....... is a day we will always remember as freedom is attacked the 11th day of september never forget that we are one we must stand together the .......... | MY SON HAS COME HOME | | my son came home from war the other day, it seemed like forever; as though this day would never come. his body was whole, but his mind still .......... | The World Stood Still | | early one morning on a september day while we were all busy at work or play two towers stood tall as the day before not knowing that tomorrow .......... | One Little Girl | | one little girl who remembers the day when her dad left for war saying it'll be okay she didn't know much but knew one thing for sure that it .......... | America United | | What was once here is now gone Though it is gone, we shall live on Work together to comfort the families of the lost loved ones Be there for others in there time of need Terrorism will stop for we shall be the ones to stop it The time it will take is not nearly as great as the .......... | My Life | | Who said my life was easy? Who said I was suppose to go to college? But instead I'm in denial Wishing upon a starless night I know It's out there some we're Will this life get easier!? Or will I lose everything Everything I ever worked for! Things never change I'm still .......... | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | | Patriotism September 11 Poems: 21-30 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
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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 |
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