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| Patriotism September 11 Poems: 41-50 of 132 | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| Next> >> | The Day Lady Liberty Cried | | ....... never repay! yes, our land has faced threats throughout the years, of war and death, bringing sorrow and tears. though an evil this vile .......... | Leaving For War | | ....... for his safety everyday, and waits for when she'll hear him say, honey the war's over i'm coming home, soon honey soon you won't be alone. we .......... | My Son's Deployment | | ........ so proud of the man that i know see. your heading off to fight a war a war i hope we win so, my son, i send my love until we meet again. | The Flag | | ....... white stands for the dignity and courage those soldiers had to go out in war. the most important is the blue, this stands for the freedom that .......... | What They Say | | (Based on the Alan Moore book V for Vendetta) What they say, They say 'England prevails.' They say that the surveillance cameras are 'For our protection.' They say we are free. One man knows better. He knows we are misguided Told one thing but in reality Things are different. His name .......... | That Tragic Day | | The sky was crying for all the people who were dying. In the twin tower in that Pennsylvania Field and in the Pentagon on that disastrous day. Beneath the rubble lay the slain. The families are devastated and mystified. They just don't understand. Neither do I. The sky weeps .......... | The Unknown Soldier | | ....... wife and kids, back at home i wasn't meant to be a soldier, for i was a coward i wasn't physically or mentally powered i felt faint at the sight .......... | The Wall | | Standing tall, Proud to carry the names Of those who died The grey sky, The water dropping, How can something so sad Make me feel so happy I hear their voices, See their faces, Feel their presence, Their souls surround me The sky clears, But the water still drops, Though now .......... | Voices From Up Under | | For we will always remember Two birds with wings. Causing havoc and destruction To our kings. Visions of falling souls Jumping to freedom. Taking on flight to a higher ground. Knocking on heaven's door Known as His Kingdom. Courageous men in uniform with badges, And some with fire hoses .......... | Simulacrum | | simulacrum i study him he towers over most yet feels dwarfed in their presence he tries to understand life but it is a game of scrabble, sans .......... | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| Next> >> | | Patriotism September 11 Poems: 41-50 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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