Most Liked Patriotism Poems (214)

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.

... Even though you're not here we are still together, I mean..
I can feel that vibe whenever I read your letters. They're therapeutic; helping me with life one day at a time, and when I'm feeling hopeless I read them over and I enjoy every line... Smiling, I think of you and I....Do you mind me fantasizing about past times, or future moments that we've yet to share?? Just the thought of you causes sweat to wet my hair.......
....BEAUTIFUL AMERICA!!.....
...I await your presence like a child on Christmas Eve..the smell of your sand...the sound of your trees...LOVE ALWAYS is the only thought I can manage, at times when those around me have fallen,....or vanished... I'll be home soon,


LOVE ALWAYS...

Je regarde impuissant des vidéos de la France.. ma France.. debout... en proie aux flammes.. à genous.. en larmes..
Je regarde impuissant les nouveaux rois élus se vautrer sans honte dans les excès que le pouvoir leurs accordent... et le mépris qu'ils ont de leur peuple...
Je regarde impuissant des femmes, des hommes, des personnes agées voire des enfants devenir les victimes des violences policières alors que ces gens ne réclament que justice, droiture et le rétablissement d'une morale politique depuis longtemps devenue une plaisanterie...
Je regarde impuissant, ici même, la censure gouvernementale faire fi des droits de chacun d'exprimer une opinion qui n'est pas celle de ceux au pouvoir...
Je regarde impuissant la France, pays des droits de l'homme, du code civil, de Hugo, Zola, Jaurès, Rabelais, Montesquieux, Descartes, Voltaire, Diderot et tant d'autres écrivain, philosophe, reporteur d'un temps, d'une époque devenir une dictature au service des lobbies, des grands groupes, des banques et des marchés financiers...
Je regarde impuissant notre devise qui hier encore inspira d'autres nations, maculée de sang aux facades de nos lieux publiques... liberté mon cul... égalité mon cul... fraternité.. la votre peuple de France n'est plus à remettre en question.. mais à quel prix? Celui du sand, de la violence.. et de la honte... la votre Mesdames et Messieurs du gouvernement..
Je regarde impuissant ce gouvernement aux relents facistes et néo-nazis se rire de mes soeurs et mes frères, battus par le système, accablés de dettes.. avec des fins de mois difficiles qui commencent dès le premier de chaque mois...
Je regarde tout ça.. impuissant car trop loin pour vous rejoindre dans ce combat... du fond de cet exile que je me suis choisi... parce que la France, ma France est devenue une moquerie démocratique et une farce économique dont je ne voulais pas.. ou plus précisemment ne pouvais financièrement pas m'offrir...
Je regarde.. tout ça.. impuissant... et des larmes coulent parce que même loin, même trop loin mon coeur appartient à jamais à la France...
Et mon âme à jamais portera ses couleurs.. bleu... blanc... et si rouge aujourd'hui du sang que vous Monsieur Macron, du fond de votre vie de luxe financée par les impots directs, indirects, hausses en tout genre que vous, comme maint de vos prédécésseurs, avez voulu afin de vous offrir une vaisselle de roi pour vous restaurer galamment cependant que votre peuple crève de faim...
Je suis un gilet jaune.. je suis de ceux qui demande, qui exige votre démission.. la votre comme celle de votre gouvernement..
Je suis un gilet jaune.. et je vous emmerde..

My fellow Americans
I am going to distract you from some really important issues
That desperately need our attention
Things like a 15 dollar minimum wage
Health care for all of our citizens
Repairing our crumbling infrastructure
Bullying in our schools that leads to shootings
Elder abuse, homelessness
The list goes on and on
So instead
I'm going to talk about building a wall
A nice steel wall
To keep out people coming in our southern border
As far as our northern border
Canada has a good system for keeping them in
It's called free health care
Thank you and good night

It's Liberty or Death,
Until my dying breath,
Libertas Aut Mors!,
Re-forge the broken sword,
War to end all wars,
What are we fighting for?,
Liberty or I can't function,
Mutually Assured Destruction,
Mutiny aboard the Dutchman,
Liberty or Death!,
Yes!...,
Liberty or death!,
Libertas Aut Mors!,
She holds a flaming torch,
What are we fighting for?
Liberty!,... I mean it,
Liberty!,... I bleed it,
Liberty!,... I scream it,
Liberty!...,
Or Death!

Sunny was the disposition.
Warmth and glow fill hearts’ conditioned,
To welcome change from harshest pangs,
Chilled wispy embers of charred remains.
Were we so smitten all’s forgiven?
No one twice shy they’re never bitten.
As Summer greens turn greys of Autumn,
The swift forgotten race to bottom.
See now a drunken wayward mass,
Emboldened by a traitor masked.
Imaginings of crimes unjust,
Have birthed the biggest lie that was,
And dulled the senses quickened breath,
Emotional the sick and deaf.
Determined folk must prove the right,
When hangs in balance truth and light.
What losing men may claim to have,
Let rays from sun make plain the path.
Wb JS 01/04/22

poem of love poem of night the poem that end of the above of the sky one you love ones you live ones you die ones you go to god in heaven there bird of the sky that fly on up the sky ones there love there allways great match for everyone this poem that i made up just came too my mine let me know what yall think i try too write poem but it kind of hard too write it down god come first all of the people that is around the world as to live wow liveing in the world

but the more we tried, the more we get hit
could it be, not hard enough
building this country and what's for
well, to be slapped harder, to find places
to go incognito
detriment is at his best when you can't
do it better...basta! canallas!

When I’m laying next to you
It's hard to catch my breath
When we both lay it all out
Like this next to each other

Raising our dreams above us
Believing in the clouds of luck
Our good fortune linked together
And the rest you know already

Be it laid down on its knees
I would rather doubt complete
Why do people take the oath
When they refuse to compete

It all begins with you my dear
You are so special in my heart
Because I believe in freedom
I’ll respect you from the start

I need your help
Not your preference
Your sense of duty
I have to trust
Your intensions
I share responsibility
To strive my success
With the success of others
People need each other
We need to get along
Barriers are only constructed
When walls are built
On both sides of the border
We should shoulder this embrace
A good fence makes
A good neighbor
And let trust be our best friend
Crossing over or crossing between
It leads the world away from anger
So does that make it better
For no other sake
Than this season before us
Does it also repeat back and forth
Does it really define us
Make us somehow aware
Of what’s been lacking for a long time