Most Commented Patriotism Poems (214)

I was standing in a small bar in the town of Hemingway
Wasnt listen much to what anyone had to say
Things got quit and I slowly turned around
Next to where I was standing this old man sat down

With a beckon he motion us all to where he sat
And with a trembling old hand he removed his hat
He took a swallow out of the bottle that had been sat within reach
And with a voice soft and low he began his speech

Gentlemen he said ther,re was once a young man that lived in this town
He was probably the most respected man around
Johnny was the young mans name
But after the war he was never the same

His medals were many and he received them right from the start
He received the medal of Honor and the Purple Heart
But Johnny never wanted medals for the deeds he had done
He felt that medals should be pinned on everyone

They gave Johnny an honorable discharge after the war was all through
But shooting and killing was all that he knew
So he came back here to live his life out on his fathers farm
And he prayed that never again would he do anyone harm

But Johnny would have dreams of war at night
Time and time again for his life he would have to fight
Then one night he strangled his dad while in his tortured sleep
Johnny awoke relized what he had done and began to weep

I watched as the old timmer stood and walked away
I felt if there was more that he wanted to say
I ask the old man behind the bar and stood waiting for a reply
He looked at me with sparkling eyes and said Johnnys never been known to lie

A Soldier’s Quantum
Oressie Simmons

I've pledged my alliance to this destructive game but often I wonder will I ever be same?


For my country’s policies and agenda, am I expected to render or surrender?

My soul?


Because one shot means someone’s killed but by doing so will my soul ever be healed?


But this notion I honestly can’t quite comprehend, that’s why I willfully sin and do so again and again.

For my Country?


Maybe God truly understands and in turn will wash the blood and carnage from my hands.

You think?


Or is this just a delusional fantasy where forgiveness should automatically be granted to me.


Because I’m only following orders that where sent so these biblical rules should be slight bent.

On my behalf?


For this question is so complex the more I know, the more I know less not allowing me to finish this mental test.


Not knowing the answer I seek, I simply ask forgiveness for I am weak and beg him to take me to heaven when my soul eventually leak.

You stare at your reflection, on the polished walnut bar, but the sad eyes gazing back can´t tell them who you are.
So you nod towards the Barman, and flick you´re empty glass, and resigned to getting drunk, you rest your trainers on the Brass.

Nicotine stained fingers scratch the stubble on yer chin, five days growth of beard, hides the pain within,
you growl at the barman "make it a double, as the barman walks on past, as you reach into your pocket, you know that this will be your last.

"Looks like you need this" says the barman with a smile "like to talk it over, i´ll sit with you a while"
so you talk about the weather and the local football team, but you´re heart just isn´t in this no matter how polite you seem.

You start to make excuses, as you finish off your "Grouse", but the barman pours another, and says " this ones on the house"
You´re starting to get angry with all this mundane "gab", and you´re tired hands are shaking, as you light up one more tab.

The irritation passes, as you draw the smoke in deep, but the taste of the "Virginia" can´t make up for lack of sleep,
Then you realize he´s watching that you´ve drifted off again and once more the panic rises, that you might of gone insane.

These black spots seem more frequent, since the tablets run out and sometimes the merest whisper thunders through like a shout,
but the barman´s smiling friendly, and you know you need not fret, cos this guy has a knowing look, like he knows that you´re a Vet.

"I´ve seen you´re sort in here before" is his very next remark, "you army lads alway´s walk in here, as it´s becoming dark"
"you crawl into a bottle, to forget all you´re hates"," and you drown out your all the memories, of the men you once called mate´s"

"So come on lad just tell us, I´ve heard the tales before" "of the Falklands and Northern Ireland, tell me what it was you saw"
so you babble out your story, then hang your head and sigh,
"Cos you know that you´ve got problems", when the barman starts to cry.

ITWOOLLEY
Veteran Falklands, N.Ireland, Gulf war, Bosnia

I drag my weary feet
To the last meeting
tis the end of freedom
we are all doomed.
All venues are closed
Now we are defeated
Let us drink comrades
To the world’s ending,
And a new beginning.
I weep overcome by sadness
For the world’s madness
So I drink to feel no pain.
Now I am drunk and broke
I feel no pain but weep,
now for my weakness.

I am a soldier, my heart bound to this land,
Fighting for life and liberty, with strength in my hand.
Treading upon sands that echo our flag's command,
With every step, my resolve remains unbowed, it will stand.

My faith is my shield, my courage, my sword,
Facing each adversary, fear is never restored.
On this battlefield, where hope is our accord,
Victory will be ours, with the dawn's reward.

Challenging adversity, chest bared in the light,
Love for my country pulses, in every beat it's right.
Echoes of justice resound, cutting through the night,
No force in this world can smother my fight.

I am a soldier, in the constant fervent fray,
My path may be barren, but powerful is my way.
For life, for freedom, my valor does not sway,
My heart, my land, in the victorious array.

Bravery is my anthem, etched in each line of my face,
I march onward, carving freedom's trace.
For each comrade, each soul, each cherished embrace,
I pledge my undying courage, to protect our sacred space.

Through the whispers of the wind, across the desolate dunes,
Rings the song of the soldier, under the silent moon.
In the heart of the warrior, a resonating tune,
An undying symphony of defiance, that can't be overthrown soon.

For each dawn that breaks, each twilight we've withstood,
Lives a testament of valor, of a promise understood.
I am a soldier, in my veins, flows gallant blood,
For the land I adore, for peace, for the greater good.

This is the tale of the soldier, in his glory and strife,
A tale of perseverance, of dedication, of life.
Bound by honor, by love, carved sharp as a knife,
I am a soldier, till the end, in love, in war, in life.

Infestation of Communism Republic shall overcome
anti-liberty the worlds leader won't become
Woke Cancel Culture THE menacing distraction
Soros behind every anti-American faction

Rioters getting bail money raised by Politicians
Liberal's ability to deceive greater than Magicians
Truth is Americans have forever been played
governing for societies betterment a masquerade

History of centuries past fallaciously spun
victim tool indubitably a nefarious one
Open borders isn't compassion it's f*ck legals
where's passion for future victims of illegals

Themselves our corrupt establishment care about
today's Authoritarianism should remove all doubt
Present regimes leadership defines a**-backward
Biden's vilification of Liberty totally awkward

Desire for freedom has become one-sided
on actual REALITY we're greatly divided
'Gaslight' the sinister agenda of Fake News
follow WAR ROOM for authentic views

the sitar strummed my soul
while my hands moved round and round
leaving the shadow of thoughts
on the paper

Whomever misrepresents me in any capacity I won't forget the
I get livid when some ignoramus decides to falsify the real me
Humans most always form opinions based solely on hearsay
"the whole truth and nothing but" rarely comes to light anyway

Jealousy induced this a**hole to unjustly target me for self serving gain
the vengeful plan his buds helped him pull off I hope cured his ego stain
Anyone that hurts another with malice 'just because' deserves the same fate
IF a Lucifer exist...he'll be awaiting every ruthless culprit at hell's front gate

"Just Saying"...evidence of our history suggest humans are less than a civilized being
a valid observation if your not the majority who prefer "Eyes Wide Shut" over seeing
Repeatedly saying America the melting pot is earth's greatest nation wont make it true
even though injustice and hypocrisy reign the claim of 'Superiority' will surely continue

The 45th P.O.T.U.S. was sworn in today...eager to make this country great Again
"The Donald" arose when the need was most and his victory "a must win"
This president trumps all others because he actually cares about American's voice
Donald John Trump inspired the truest patriots to vote for the ONLY right choice

All you Haters...a Patriot will try putting a stop to our land becoming a total dump
Eight years of Islamic Obama diminishing this Nation is over... thank you Mr. Trump!

This is a masterpiece....loved it!????????



I didn't write this, someone sent to me on my mail.



Enjoy!!!
Subj: Twas the Night Before Inauguration...
Twas the night before Inauguration, and up in the tower,
The Donald reflected on his newfound power.
The conservative masses had come out in force,
And delivered a victory that would chart a new course.

The snowflakes were shell-shocked with tears in their eyes,
The media lied to them . . . What a surprise.
They had been promised a Hillary win,
But the criminal Clinton took one on the chin.

And though from all corners celebrities flew,
They made no impression, for they hadn’t a clue.
They talked about climate, racism, and such,
And they made up good stories . . . But didn’t know much.

The fake news and ignorance came at a cost,
And they can’t understand all the reasons they lost.
They blame it on Comey and Bernie and Vlad,
But fail to acknowledge the one that was bad.

Yes, Hillary Clinton, in many ways flawed,
Was her own biggest hurdle toward getting the nod.
The campaign exposed her corruptness and greed,
And her speeches were punch-less as ten dollar weed.

So out in the streets there arose such a clatter,
It was Soros-paid protestors and Black Lives Matter.
With cities to pillage and windows to smash,
They knew not the issues, but needed the cash.

Eight years of Obama had given them cause,
To expect a replacement of their Santa Claus.
But soon the protestors will feel the pain,
When the wheels fall off of the old gravy train.

And now all the snowflakes are riddled with fear,
Upset and offended by things that they’ll hear.
The cocoa and crayons will help for a while,
But fact-based opinions will soon cramp their style.

I originally supported anyone but Cruz,
In the end I would vote for whoever they choose.
He may not have been my first choice, but soon I would cede,
The one they call TRUMP is the one that we NEED!

I saw him on TV in front of a crowd,
He spoke about veterans, it made me feel proud.
He spoke about energy, safety, and jobs,
Taking this country back from the Washington snobs.

He was dressed in Armani, all tailored and neat,
And the Brunos he wore made the outfit complete.
For a man of his vintage, he seemed rather fit,
And he looked presidential, I have to admit.

His eyes glowed like embers, his smile was the best,
And his hair was the color of my old hunting vest.
His love for this country was on full display,
And his actions spoke louder than his words could say.

He thanked all his voters, and before he was gone,
Saved thousands of jobs while Obama looked on.
The fate of this country left nothing to chance,
So, he filled out his cabinet weeks in advance.

The men he had chosen were of the same mind,
Let’s set the bar high, and not lead from behind.
He picked up his phone as he rose from his seat,
With a flick of his finger, he sent out this tweet;

“Now Mattis! Now Kelly! Now Sessions and Pruitt!
On Perry! On Flynn, You’re the ones who can do it.
Start lifting restrictions and building the wall,
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!!”

The roar of his audience rose from the stands,
He kissed all their babies and shook all their hands.
He answered their questions and calmed all their fears,
They knew it would be a fantastic four years.

Then he jumped in his limo, and off to his jet,
A fellow that Liberals won’t soon forget.
He sent one more tweet as the evening expired;
“Happy Inauguration to all,
AND OBAMA – YOU’RE FIRED.

I CHOOSE TO LIVE ON BEGGAR'S MITE, THAN BE THE MAMMON ON DEVIL'S SNOUT
I CHOOSE THE TORRENTS OF SELF DEMANDS
MY UPS AND DOWNS, THAN SELL JUSTICE FOR A POT OF SOUP.
I PRAY THAT MY CONSCIENCE HARMS THE LEAST
SELF DENIAL ..MY DESSERT, THAT PEACE MAY REIGN ON PLANET EARTH.
I CHOOSE TO SWIM IN THE BELLY OF THE TIGER WALE
DOWN DOWN THE DEAD SEA DEPTH ENROUTE THE PROMISED LAND, THAN FEED THE FIRES THAT SOW DISGUST.
I BUILT MYSELF GREAT WALLS OF STRENGTH THAT NO WAR OF WORDS CAN BREAK AND
CHOOSE THE PATHS OF MYSTERY;
MY SHADOWS, A MENTAL SLAVERY;
TO MANY A LIFE OF MISERY
IN THIS, COULD CARVE A NICHE FOR HISTORY.
THAT ON THIS PLANE, MY LOT BE,
A QUINTESSENCE OF GOOD LIVING
AND IN DEATH WEAR ETHEREAL SMILES.
TO NONE, I OWE THIS MASTERY
TO SELF ... THE BEAUTIFUL