Last Commented Patriotism Poems (213)

The least among us are often the best
Not always in referral to greatness
More speaking about a personality
Before the dive to the abysmal bottom
How lofty and often one may speak
May never never again be reached
The genius that tries be-riddles me
Makes a mockery of my freedom
The giants among us all still rivals
All the attention so badly needed
To separate the good from the bad
Where nothing so spectacular as evil
Ever rule over our hearts and minds
So sojourn on my soldier friends
Marching to the drumbeat called liberty
I follow only that what I can defend
And share hope like rays of sunlight
Breaking through the dense darkness
Above the shouts does freedom cry

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.

Your future hangs
on a seamless lines of hopes
to make up for the torrid
love affair of morning and night
of a dream that seems to dwell
on all your sorrows
on a life you wish you had
up until now.


Your child that has yet to be born
on a future of uncertainties
you built your strength
on their hopes that their years
will count for generations
unlike you..
it has to end right here
among the shadows of
torment and hopelessness
in a foreign land
where you haven't even have a clue
on how they spell, write and say
"i love you".


But you knew, as you were
facing the front lines
of whose sides you would stand on
their truth or yours, like
it makes a difference
knowing it will be right...
this war that divides
whose supposed to have
the truth of who's wrong and who
is more deserving to be right,
but...


Did you know?
those whose lives, ransomed
for freedom to make you a hero?
felt the same sentiments and hopes?
the same aspirations and ambitions?
same pains and sorrows
and like all of us,
they, too, have a heart,
have a soul that is pierced
by the bullet of hatred
we sustained in believing
that their death is our
prize for freedom.


Is it?

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I remember the easy life,
Pushing rocks uphill,
And how I made it this far?
Living in Hell,-
"Those are the streets where you cannot go"
Mommy told you to stand still,
"That man coming this way and pay heed to what I say"
Kill or be killed--

Into some of the darkest places,
Through cities corrupted by sins,
And why I was made this way?
Built to win,-
"When it's all over and all seems lost"
Mommy said to you wearing a grin,
"That man standing alone out there"
Kill and kill again--

I remember the harder life,
All at free will,
And what made me travel this way?
ha, Just for the thrill,-
"Such destruction he left in his wake"
Mommy pointed out with so much feel,
"His way of bringing peace and love"
Smile when you kill--

they are the waves rippling in blood
i hope they crest and crash down and drown
the Democrats who continue to vote blue
ripples increase numbers
family left behind in peril
have loved ones
friends
friends of friends who hear their testimonials

ripples increase numbers
reckless and arrogant decisions made
to be a false hero on a 20th anniversary
slaughtered troops have family
family have friends
those friends have friends
bearing witness to testimonials
and the red rises
lapping at the highest in the land

ripples increase numbers
by the betrayal of lies
rising and rising
lapping at the highest in the land
those betrayed have friends
and friends of friends
and all who have heard the lies
gathering force to rise
and crest
to crash
by blood still pumping

Integrity in Sports never 100% sound
on the up and up unfound
I loved football like every man
going WWE canceled me as fan

For early defectors they found cure
scripted drama THE solution for sure
owners all about revenue taken in
filling stadiums more relevant than win

Action Packed assures fans don't leave
being duped is reason to grieve
Assertions most reluctant to concede true
remove denial blinders you'll see too

Playoffs precarious until seasons final play
not occurring every year ODDS say
Pathetic grandstanding every play they make
today's majority "Thug League" mostly fake

Saints without Katrina wouldn't think so!
Red Sox without 'bomb' hell NO
Ironic tragedies culminate into championship year
after Harvey Astro's by happenstance persevere

Tragedies and for affected I feel
championships helped the cities people heal
blowouts past prompted patrons to leave
now 'drama' based scripting to deceive

Many fans unruly after team's success
bullies become murderers a safe guess
Diehard fans shall deem sentiments absurd
I FIRMLY stand behind every word

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

Demolition of America perpetuated from within
to Evil participants are indubitably akin
American exceptionalism farcical Marxist shout
worlds freedom beacon they wanna snuff out

In Democrat run states chaos is promulgated
Mayor Wheeler should've been excommunicated
There's that dictatorial California Governor Newsome
his oppressive leadership is construed as gruesome

Whitmer and Wolf treated constituents egregiously cruel
societal suffering soared due to tyrannical rule
Cuomo and DeBlasio exacerbates Big Apples rot
morally conscious people they're certainly not

Crazy Nancy is ruthless as they come
provocateur of depraved democrat pond scum
Pelosi's equally vile lieutenant cryin' Chuck Shumer
to countries sovereignty both a malignant tumor

What's happening inside our Republic depicts unreal
negated if successful at "Stopping The Steal"
Anti-American sentiment has reached beyond insane
true Patriots shall once again take reign

My grandfather who art in heaven
Victor French be his name
Fought for this country like many more
Gallantly with no shame

To protect the souls an aussie goals
He always had in mind
Fallen comrades an mates
He tried not to leave behind

With gunnedah blood he did shrug
All hurdles in his way
A seargeant in the army
He led from day to day

But wars of life are not a game
For death is everywhere
Priceless pawns moved into place
To fight for what they care

History is an will always be
Of many untold stories
Brave men gone to war to set you free
Not to seek the glories

For war has no glory
As too much suffering there will be
Lives lost at such a cost
The fee to be free

For my grandfather i have said
An ANZAC through an through
Raise your glass tip your hat
A proud aussie .....True Blue