Most Commented Patriotism Poems (214)

Tie a Wewow Wibbon Wound the Owld Oak Twee !
It's been Fwee Wong Years !!
Now The Wabbit's Set Me Fwee !!
But I'm Stiw in Fawsum Pwison if I Dont See!!
A Hunwed Wewow Wibbons Wound The Owld--Oak-- Twee!!

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 dismembered,
A life where freedom and love could grow.

That is the cost that freedom demands,
Where evil has always tried to rule,
For all to submit to the dire commands
Of tyrants that govern as a fool.

So a warrior knows better than anyone,
The price that freedom will cost,
So seek their wisdom before the gun,
For they know what both sides lost.

There is no happiness in celebration,
But gratitude others are spared,
From being sent by a worried nation
Because of the gift of they who dared.

Only fools would think that if we laid down our arms,the rest of the world would too.Let those fools put their children on the front lines with no weapons to greet the enemy.

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,
Correcting those once led astray.

In ages past knights prevailed,
As valour sought what was entailed,
Thus started a fire that still burns
Within darkness where freedom yearns.

Jamaica my home sweet home
How I long to tire from walking up a hill
Or slip while treading down a rocky trail
Waking in the morning and opening my windows
to the sunshine and the breeze
Oh such a pity the breeze cannot be bottled and stored
Have you ever awoke in April, May or June?
To the air resounding with the call of the nightingales

When I was small the roosters were a bother
Their crowing indicating daylight was near
Now how I would pay just hear a rooster crow
How I miss the sound of children's laughter at play
Their freedom, joy and abandonment
They are loved there's nothing for them to fear
Woe be to the man or woman that seek to harm one
Everyone are their guardians and protectectors

Jamaica cherish what you have and remain free
Where you can do and say as you please
There's no one stopping you from being who you want to be
Or throwing pebbles in the sea if that's what you choose
The soil is fertile and there's sunshine and rain
An abundance of food in mountain or Plain
Where else is found fuits in every season
And all year some crop in the ground

Jamaica how can I forget you
Waking at 3:00 am with the moon so bright
Taking a book and reading by it's light
How I miss walking with the dew on the grass
Smelling the flower blossoms in the morning air
Enjoying that special breeze that blowsat the end of the year
Let me not forget fresh fruit from the trees
Or food dug fresh from the ground and straight to the pot

Lay very still behind your covered ridge
For the night is live with anxious moments
March the Redcoats out from the high ground ledge
And be careful now to hide your comments

Such enduring freedom not forgotten
Lay all your muskets loaded in the breech
With the hope you have some dry guncottton
Taking aim inside your shot that will reach

For what is brother against another
A war be fought in making a nation
Really stands apart one from the other
But through empirical observation

For history marks upon the ages
Our freedom will never live in cages

Using a computer as an analogy for our brain and software as our emotions. Like computers the human brain, personal characters and traits are programmed into us at the developing age of our childhood. So our life experiences governs who we are? Our emotions, which we would have experience numerous amount of times, becomes so natural like memories recalled, picture in our mind. Hence we call it software that have been programmed into our day to day life and when situations arises, these emotions are triggered by touch or by sight, mixing the chemicals in our brain to suit that specific moment, encrypted functions within a software when double clicked, Used when the time is right. So the feeling we feel sometimes hard to control, but why control something that comes naturally? Just be aware and considerate, common decency, that is all. But in today's capitalist world, where greed and corruptions, now booms and thrive, thus Money equals Stability hence equals Happiness but love and loyalty forgotten, the fittest will survive. Over populated with finite resources, poverty in socialist and communist nations, will force you to fight, collectivism will force you to cheat or else you and your family will die. But for the ones who live in Free Market societies, we compete to be better, not for our community but yet for ourselves, back stabbing one another, an individualist insight. Hofstede and Porter, Plato and Schwartz, analysed cross cultural societies but was limited by the technology of their time. Our future holds the answer to why people cheat, lie and criticize, the things or people they don't know, does it gives them pride? Maybe their character is flawed or a mistake of culture, a by product of the changing times? We will never know, for their perspective of the world, their values and norms, their wrong and their right, we will never see the world through their eyes. I have tasted the bitterness of poverty, my mother and I. A single mother in a foreign country escaping war, abuse and poverty.From rag to riches we did survive, hence my programming when I see poverty, inequality, abuse of simple human rights, tears flows from my eyes, for I imagine the hunger and sourness, of past memories experienced, my mother and I. I now understand the difficulty of raising a man in a foreign society of racist and red necks, teasing and calling us names. But how to blame someone who just don't know and refuse to understand, ignore them I guess, pretend they're insane.

He never went to war because,
They just seemed so unjust.
All fought for greed or politics,
Some old men's power lust.

His father in the big one went,
The evil axis fell.
He liked to think if he'd lived then,
That he'd have gone as well.

The many men he'd met who claimed,
To love their country most,
Had more seemed charmed by violence,
Bravado, blood and boast.

And yet he knew that warriors,
Were often brave in fact.
When fearlessly they battled to,
Protect their buddies backs.

So when he saw his country's flag,
It filled his heart with pride,
And gave a heartfelt thank you to,
The ones who'd fought and died.

A people shunned, a people hushed
Their freedom turned to sand
No right to speak, no right to be
The people of this land
Their children taken from their homes
And thrown into a cell
The families sit with no recourse
As they live out this hell
An evil man who rules them all
He sits atop a bloody throne
And all the while, his missiles fly
As he destroys his own
The world looked on, with blinded eyes
And tried to form a pact
But 9/11 came to pass
So now its time to act
The USA, and Britain too
Charged in, ideals held near
To oust the one, who for so long
Had ruled his land with fear
The bombs they fell, the rockets flew
The air-raid sirens blare
They sound of freedom coming home
From decades of despair
The mighty tanks, they rumbled on
From town to town they went
We had to be, so very sure
The message had been sent
The smoke has cleared, but people weep
From all the death they see
But they shall learn, just as we have
That freedom is not free
So we shall stay, as guardians
And never turn our back
For it can never be again
The prison of Iraq.

It is an old and faded flag, but it is always there
For visitors to see it freely waving in the air;
She says , "I always fly it every time I get the chance
Although I know it's strange to see it here on this ranch".

And when you'd ask her about it, her face would beam with joy
She'd tell how she went off to war alongside with the boys;
She said it changed her to a woman and changed her much too fast,
From scenes imprinted in her mind..but that is in the past.

She lost several comrades
But somehow her life was spared;
And pleases her so when folks would fly their flags,
To show that they too, cared.

Then said, "I hope you'll fly one, and never take it down
Even though you're in the country and a long, long way from town;
Because there's still a lot of good ones fighting hard to keep us free,
Although it maybe for a cause in which you disagree".

Now ever since that day when it was explained all to thee
We know just why she flies it when it's just for her to see;
It's to show appreciation for those who gave their best ,
And that flag is always flying on the ranch here in the West.

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
will crush the foe..

You do not want to meet us
at noon..

You do not want to meet us
at night..

You do not want to meet us..
By The Dawns Early Light!