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an all American icon
The emotions and adrenaline rush that the Star Spangled Banner emotes.
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
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.
A poem to salute one of Britain's philosophers
In recognition of Anzac day an my grandfathers contribution 'lest we forget'
Wrote this for a friend in the States who was writting a project on citizenship
This was written as a tribute to the American people in their darkest hour...
Tribute to all those who serve and are serving. may your spirit fly!
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
Memorial Day Poem centering around reflection in all we have to be thankful for.
A tribute to my grandfather and to those who gave the ultimate sacrifice so that we may life free.
A silent yet always seen tribute to those who have sacrificed, those who have passed to the ages and those serving still.
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.
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
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,
thing that we all hold dear inside are heads stored but not forgotten
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...
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...
I wrote this one night when i was at work.
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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
The price of war....
The road in life is not always full of sunshine and happiness but it is our journey to our destiny.
Naweh Orstraylya the plaice where Yah wosh yer faice in a bison The tryenes pool up at the rylewh
just to make it clear, i didnt write this poem, i just love it so much i had to share it
America here is used to represent her government. It tells about the plan of the govt to bring distruction....
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
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
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
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
reflecting on home
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
military time
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
apparently this was written in the second world war by a G.I in the pacific and i think its very sad
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*
Holds You Beauty Prisoners of souls as the wolf howls faraway dreams in starlight thoughts To a princess over a cold moon and back dark clouds the morning arising sky Opening skies heavy rain falls with echoing force lead like bullets winds c
This poem explains the Problems that Servicemen and Women suffer with when returning from War Zones, it´s about Guilt and PTSD, and just how stressed these wonderful people become. War is a fact, but suffering is not an illusion. ITWOOLLEY
Free speech
This poem was inspired by seeing Hollywood films made in that past era, where a gun, a sheriff and an outlaw ruled the town.
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