Most Commented Patriotism Poems (214)

the sky is burning firey red
admid the deadly shroud of night
in the hills they are gathering
preparing for to fight
well the sky its lit up now as the tracers flies again
the tank rounds pound carves up the ground
the evel deeds of men
we must guard the innocent
we no we cannot hide
we must guard the innocent
until this war subsides
altough we are far away from home
admid the bullet and the bomb
morale is good as well it should
out here in the Gulf land of war.

As i grow older i see my life that has been
images stored in my head locked away not to be seen
for i am the only one with the key
should i open an image today with my speacial key

that image stored in my head for only me to see
clear as day lovinly created in my head family images of times gone by friends ,relatives some long since gone by lovingly stored in every detail locked secured inside my head

lots of images i foundly look back on my past locked away for i am the only one with the key
images that bring me joy some of saddness some of fear some images that will not go away of bad times that i wish would go away
family members locked away in my head that i see they are not forgotten my me

The gloomy ghost of death wanders deceitfully and stilly,
What has been done, he only knows.
The mind knocks at doors aggrievedly
Looking for a place to stay covertly…
The wind of grief is repenting the sins,
Day is a slave of old deprival,
People drink tears with the palms affined
Tears of the old whip and a new history.
Losing again the mind by its own bite
And still amazed at the false delusions,
Flam hastily leaves the own mother
In the incomplete and feeble darkness.
And the children with the exceeding gladness
Leaving the fusion behind
Give their lives for the liberty
And disappear among the lightful stars…
It is a stage for joyance and cry
Who will echo to our mourn?
It will rain on this Earth,
Children dreams’re troubled.
Where should I hide these crazy beings
Not making them the slave of your blood ?
Don’t build a fire on the roots,
I can’t respond to Ararats…

At the close of the day, an old cowboy sits
Kind of quiet on the old porch swing;
Now and then he'll softly whistle a song
Or perhaps he'll sing a tune.

Then he'll change his mind and waggle his head
And close his eyes in thought;
He'll think of WWII, the war over there,
And of the lessons that it taught.

When his gaze wanders over to the nearby hills
He recalls how they look when it snows;
He studies the flag that he raised this morning,
How it moves when the west wind blows.

If you look real close, you'll see a tear
Gives a hint of some inner strife;
His mind's eye seeing the faces of friends
Who long ago left this life.

The flag waves gently in the sunset sky
And the old man raises his chin;
In his mind he's hearing the sound of drums,
And he waits for the tune to begin.

When it does, his step is strong and brisk
As he marches out to the flag;
He stops and stands there watching it wave,
Wipes his eyes with a pocket rag.

He continues his march to the old corral
Where his Quarter Horse comes over to talk;
He saddles him up and climbs on top,
And heads him out for a walk.

On a hill he wonders if the whole blamed thing
Was worth all the friends he lost;
Heading home, he knows down deep in his heart,
He too, would have paid the cost.

Yes, he shared the peril but he returned
To his home in the sand and sage;
Then back at his flag, he thanks all his pards,
For letting him reach old age.

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,
Here roads aren't yours,
Here people aren’t yours.
So I'll tell you, my friend,
Don't think much and go back,
To your home, which no land could replace.

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, the love that was absent,
they never new or understood,
I can't explain, I never would!

So you really think I am weak
Got me outflanked and outnumbered
Surrounded by your exuburance
"Watch out", I say to your kind
For maybe the calvery isn't coming
But you know I won't be afraid
Just look into these country blue eyes
And know they don't make many of us
We're far from cowards, and you will see
We won't run away from our fights
I'm ready..are you?, for at the end of day
You will see my flag still lofted high
Those stars and stripes still flying
And waving over many fields of glory
To our Lord, our Country, our Breathern
***Happy Birthday -- USA!***

Você é meu "kamba"?(Are you my beloved friend?)
Eu digo Sim!!!(I say Yes!!!)
Listening to an old samba
Below the Rim...
So he inspires me
And i compose a song
Let us be!!!
I love my mothertongue
Set your heart free!!!
Be my scarlet bee!!!

JESUS CHRIST WAS KILLED BY FENATIC HARD LINER JEWS, LIKE CONRAD 73
DOWN WITH THE DEVIL

What's the true meaning of race? Here's truely a diverse and sensitive case. Human race: let's have a look. Mortal man competing, yes that mook! Animals also races, at man's hand. Horses and others, at his command. Then there is the white race. That's people originating from european base. Black, mixed and races of different colour. Originally from continent africa and/or another. There is also the race of arms. The race" between russia and americans. That race has extended to outerspace. And this planet is being defaced. Man faces a-real threat of extinction; can race offer a credible solution? Environmental pollution is distructive, a crime. Fighting global-warming a race, against time.