Most Commented Patriotism Poems (214)

The Face on the Wall


See the man staring out at you
He’s been to a place where death
Wasn’t new,

And as he reads the hallowed names
He remembers those trying days
Of war,

The tears well up in those
Tired and haunted eyes
Touching a name
With bowed head he cries,

The tear stained face staring
Back at him
Shows naught save pain
From where he’s been,

He touches the name
One more time
Gets to his feet
Looks down the line,

58,000 men have died
All are named here
On the wall
The tears again start
To fall,

Peering closely so as
To see
The pain filled
Tear stained face
Belongs to me.

Who's this banksy
Who draws on walls
His pictures he creates
Statements his drawings

Create
He make you think
A story he tell
His political view
His picture tells

A polition he is not
An artist he is
He creates his picture
To create conversation
Talk and statements
his views

Rugged northern landscape
southern sandy beaches,
the wonders of nature
is one thing it teaches

Born from adversity
rebellion,famine,opression
lessons learned from history
have lead to progression

Steeped in culture
poetry,song and dance,
the forefathers stories
of deep romance

So friendly the people
as we go through our day,
a "cead mile failte"
to enjoy your stay

Tasting the black stuff
the craic agus ceoil
the songs and the stories
to lighten the soul

But economy's hand
forces many to flee
to lands of opportunity
a bhristeach mo chroi

Despite the faults
of present and past
my love for my home
forever will last.

when i get to heaven st peter i will tell just another dead soldier sir and ive just come straight from hell

Seeing this wicked world through my eyes
sorrow is so apparent I can hear the cries
Nothing is really as it should be
humanity gone bad is 'What I See'

Respect in every facet of life has obviously gone astray
humanities moral fiber decays a bit more each day
Advocates of 'faith' molest children without losing position
validation of just how truly pathetic the human condition

'What I see' are people embracing evil like it's no longer wrong
while aggressively eliminating goodness as if it doesn't belong
Unfortunately things are steadily going to get even worse
this world has become infected by some irreparable curse

'I see' sanity streaking towards the brink of eradication
a world so precarious its fate inevitably extinction

50 years of independence we celebrate
The coming of years to chart our own fate
Ours the future to make or break
No longer others our path to dictate

For 470 years we were described as a colony
Our toils and labours built others economies
Now we strive to build our own country
Creating a future for our posterity


50 years yes that's very young
But we are healthy and we are strong
And when the roll is called of the earth's great ones
Our name is there because among them we belong

We are happy that's what we do best
Competing where others don't expect
Of natural talent we have some of the greatest
Just for fun sometimes we enter a contest


Our politicians have made their marks
Beauty queens shone and spark
Oh it's hard to tell our accomplishments
For they are spread abroad for everyone enjoyment




50 years and we are proud
The deeds of a people speaking ever so loud
Small but standing out in the crowd
Expanding the gifts with which we have been endowed

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 on that foundation they laid
We will continue to walk the path they tread

We are Jamaicans and we will fight
To end wrong and usher in the right
All must be equal before the law
And the same law must apply for one and all

We are Jamaicans let the world continue to guess
The secret of our prowess in any contest
Bettering the best and fitter than the fittest
We are Jamaicans mean we are the greatest

We are Jamaicans and Jamaicans we are
Matters not that we travel near and far
We will always return to the land of the sea, the sun and the sand
Jamaica - will always be our homeland

Oh Paddy's Day the craic, the ceol,
The day in the year when you can forget the dole,
Forget life's struggle, forget life's toil,
Oh haven't you heard we've just struck oil.

Exports are growing or so they say,
But the exports are people who leave each day,
We are where we are politicians proclaim,
This lost generation is Ireland's shame.

Forced to flee by the businessman's greed,
Forced to seek the future they need,
The Government forgets it's us they serve,
With their patting of backs they've some fechin nerve.

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 NIGHT
SANTA IS SEEN FLYING ABOUT CART WHEELS IN THE SKY HE DOES
BUT NO PRESENTS FLY OUT, ALL IN HIS SLAY THEY ARE TIED SO NONE FLY AWAY INTO THE NIGHT
DOWN CHIMMIES HE GLIDES LIKE A BIG KID ON A SLIDE

INTO LIVING ROOMS HE GLIDES SNEAKING A BRANDY OR TWO FROM THOSE WHO LIVE INSIDE AND THOSE SPECIAL MINCE PIES BAKED JUST FOR HIM BECAUSE HES NOT THAT THIN
WITH A HARTY BURP AND A SMILE AND MINCE PIE IN HAND HE SIPS HIS BRANDY AND SMILES LEAVING CRUMS OF MINCEMEAT PIE ON HIS CHIN
HAPPY IS HE WITH A HOE, HOE NOTHING BOTHERS HIM

OUT THE FRONT DOOR HE GOES TO OLD NOW HIS HE TO CLIMB THE CHIMNEY
HE SHOUTS TO HIS RAINDEERS AND CLIMBS ABOARD HIS TRUSTY SLAY ONWARD HE GOES TO GIVE HIS PRESENTS AWAY

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