My emerald home
A poem of Ireland, the emerald isle, my home.
Children At Home
In response to a poem of a battlefield scene where only one soldier remains alive and wonders what it was for. Children At Home But then the soldier quickly remembered That children at home could know, Without visions of friends dismembere
Kickits challedge (crooked fence)
A tribute to our soldiers and my lost fellow comrads
Fought For Freedom
military time
My Jamaica
There's a little island in the Caribbean Sea It's beauty you have to see to believe Some compare it to Eden's garden of old Others say one day it will be the dwelling of God The skeptics and doubters cannot resist Asking if such a place really
JAMAICA 50
I wanted to write something for Jamaica's 50 years of independence celebrations. My pen would not write so I am typing as the thoughs come to me. If I did not do well please forgive me.
A Tribute For Memorial Day
A tribute to the Heroes of Memorial Day and remembrance of the Fallen. My grandfather, who is in his 90's now, fought in the Pacific Theater during World War II. His younger brother was a helicopter pilot during both Korea and Vietnam.Both men came home safely. I served during the first Gulf War War. All of us have our scars,memories and stories to tell. I salute our heroes proudly and mourn for the Fallen. We shall never forget. *Crisp salute*
heaven
apparently this was written in the second world war by a G.I in the pacific and i think its very sad
Jamaica my home sweet home
reflecting on home
DIE....Your Dealth is near......EVADE
The friends we did make from ship to shore were very short as they were gone so quickly never to be seen no more. Some of them died right there on the ground others were found miles around. Pieces all thrown from here to there putting that p
gulf war
this poem is based on the gulf war a young soldier trying to make meaning why he is in the combat zone with an invisable enemy.
Proud to be Jamaican
We are Jamaicans and proud to be In our hearts we were born to be free Try as you will with all your might We will stand and fight for our rights We are Jamaicans this is our land Our fore fathers labored and toiled with their hands Building
Paddy's Day Rant
A Paddy's Day rant as I watch my village slowly die. 42, people aged between 18-32 gone mainly to Australia, out of population of 750. Forced to leave because of lack of work and opportunity. Rural Ireland is dying but its plight s not being heard in Dublin
To Fight And Die
To Fight And Die They serve to fight and die, Yet does anyone even ask why, For they are heroes hidden away, That keep us safe every day. They take the battle far away, Where evil has long held sway, To show that right is the way, Correct
Army
Here they come down the street The men and women marching along Family cheering, crouds roaring and the men and women in uniform waving As the march along with the flag We solute the marching and honor the fallen As we are safe and free
Destiny
The road in life is not always full of sunshine and happiness but it is our journey to our destiny.
HERE COMES SANTA
HERE COMES SANTA IN HIS SLAY ALL HIS PRRESENTS HE HAS TO GIVE AWAY BIG TOYS LITTLE TOYS ALL TO GIVE AWAY UP UP IN THE SKY, HIS SLAY AND RAINDEERS GLIDE OVER LAND FAR ,FAR AWAY TO GIVE HIS LOVELY TOYS AWAY IN THE DARKNESS OF THE MOON LITE NIGH
Letter to AMERICA!
America here is used to represent her government. It tells about the plan of the govt to bring distruction....
Big Iron on His Hip
just to make it clear, i didnt write this poem, i just love it so much i had to share it
From a KIWI cuzzy-bro
Naweh Orstraylya the plaice where Yah wosh yer faice in a bison The tryenes pool up at the rylewh
"Armageddon"
The price of war....
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Kansas
A voice spoke deep inside crossing that borderline The wind creeped below the shell of my soul to settle for which unknown A quiet mystery penetrates the soul Fields flowing to and fro, calling calling calling Reaching out so hard and fas
Prison of Iraq
I wrote this one night when i was at work.
Faithful Fighter
One day I talked to a quite close friend and was told with no emotion disturbing his speech that he shall leave soon, join army, be a proper soldier. No matter how many reasons he found for it, I was - and still am and always will be - against such decisions. But its his life, if he wants to waste it, its his choice I suppose...
Don’t Build a Fire on the Roots
Hello to Everyone. The author of this nice poem is an Armenian nice poetess Ruzan Asatryan. I've just translated it from the Armenian language into English. People who know the history of the old civilazations and read some pages of the history of the Armenian nation, will understand the lines...
images
thing that we all hold dear inside are heads stored but not forgotten
homecoming
I have came back, to where I came To tell you this, It's no the same I missed it so every day, folk would ask me, Why do I stay, So far away, fae ma ain kind There's somethin missin in your mind, I'm sure it was my heart they meant, The ache,
'By the Dawns Early Light'...
By the dawns early light.. we meet Smoke.. Hell.. and.....Fire.. By the dawns early light.. Spirit battles Spirit.. By the dawns early light.. Courage shall not flinch.. By the dawns early light.. The sword of Independence wil
Happy Birthday USA
Born out of a battle of defiance...."freedom" arose to establish a country such the world has never seen before or since....a country that brings a great sense of purpose and fierceness to all those who love her and defend her....America...characterized here with such gut feeling....and affection.
The Flag Out On The Ranch
A silent yet always seen tribute to those who have sacrificed, those who have passed to the ages and those serving still.
The Patriot
A tribute to my grandfather and to those who gave the ultimate sacrifice so that we may life free.
Behind This Picket Fence
Memorial Day Poem centering around reflection in all we have to be thankful for.
To Emigrant
Sky is bottomless, Sky isn't mine. Space is limitless, Space isn't mine. Road is infinite, Road isn't mine. People walking by Aren’t mine. So I ask you, my friend… What is keeping you back? Here sky isn't yours, Here space isn't yours, He
God bless america!
Tribute to all those who serve and are serving. may your spirit fly!
9/11 A Tribute
This was written as a tribute to the American people in their darkest hour...
Citizenship
Wrote this for a friend in the States who was writting a project on citizenship
Shopping-cart wrangler
an all American icon
The Greatest Happiness Principle (acrostic)
A poem to salute one of Britain's philosophers
American Sons
I would hope that people would put politics aside and pray for the safety and the safe return of all the military personal,from every country who has commited troops to the various conflicts around the globe.Our American military personal are all volunteers.I don't know of anyone who is "for" war,but the men and woman who serve do so willingly and are following orders.God Bless them ALL.
Rhythm of time
There's an inner thing in every man, Do you know this thing my friend? It has withstood the blows of a million years, And will do so to the end. It was born when time did not exist, And it grew up out of life, It cut down evil's strangli
Long May It Wave
The emotions and adrenaline rush that the Star Spangled Banner emotes.