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Patriotic Quatrain Poems | Quatrain Poems About Patriotic

These Patriotic Quatrain poems are examples of Quatrain poems about Patriotic. These are the best examples of Patriotic Quatrain poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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St Patricks Day

The poor lad was sixteen when they kidnapped him
They took him from England to Ireland but the boy did not sin.
His father was a Deacon and his grandfather was a Priest
Who would have thought this would have started
The St Patrick’s Day’s once yearly feast.

A feast back in tradition that was of bacon and beans
Not only has that changed, but the colour has from blue to green
Patrick did escape his capture; he said God told him he must.
He returned to England where he took his confessor into his trust.

He studied to be a priest and then set back off to Ireland
He was a clever man; he taught and held up in his hand…
A piece of shamrock, to us the three leafed clover
A teaching for the trinity and he won lots of them over.

Upon his death on Patrick’s day the feasting and drinking does begin
The wearing of the green and there is a little bit of sin
The pubs were closed at one time, to stop the Irish fun
But now it has spread worldwide so Happy St Patrick’s everyone.

 © 06/02/2013
Contest entry for: An Irish Poem


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Skinny Giants

The giants aren't hefty
The possess small stature
And great brains
With the heart of Gold

The giants are not assaultic
They fight peacefully
Without shedding of blood nor brouhaha
Yet they get whetever they desire

The giants are generous
They leave their houses
For shadows under the tree
While others enjoys their possession

The giants are skinny
Though weak and powerless they seem
They do great exploit
And am a skinny giant


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Oh Canada



A true Canadian through and through Proud to call Canada my home Wouldn't change it for a million bucks And I'm certain I'm not alone Us Canadians will stick together When it comes to promoting our land A wonderful model for others to follow As we lovingly offer our hand A diverse and multicultural society Inviting those from around the world To make this land their new found home As Canadian flags they unfurl Some might consider me overly bias And possibly they could be right But have good cause to promote this land It shines like the stars at night A true Canadian through and through Proud to call Canada my home © Jack Ellison 2013


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911 America Rising

Concrete, steel, glass, and dust,
we watched three thousand die.
Then there was no longer trust,
only fear when we would fly.
 
Our cozy world gone in a flash.
We'd never be the same.
Routine flight to horrific crash.
A jihad was proclaimed.
 
Souless zealots on native soil,
a scourge not seen before.
American blood began to boil
as we were shaken to the core.
 
While the cowards knelt in mock prayer,
we stood defiant and rebuilt.
Such lonely souls in disrepair
found the power not to wilt.
 
Though a decade's gone the pain's still fresh,
from an ache we know so well.
We paid the price in human flesh,
but they'll settle up in hell.


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As I Walk This Graveyard Somber

As I walk this graveyard somber
Of a country that lost its life
Its gravestone reads, in the distance yonder
Stabbed by debt’s dagger knife

Our Founding Fathers, like demigods
Of a past enlightened age
Birthed this nation, with musket rods   
And writings on a page

We the people, it was writ
Must perfect a union young
With stinging wit, this daring script
Was a rock at Britain slung

A golden republic, been thrown at our feet
They challenged us to keep 
From democracy’s thieves, from subtle deceit     
From apathy, and ignorant sleep

Have we kept our gold? No! It was packaged and sold!
By politicians - absentee dads!
How would our Fathers feel, if they could be told
That their children lost what they had?

Our Fathers would be, trifle a doubt
A hallowed kin troubled by din
Troubled by noise, the screams and the shouts
Of a country dying from within

With ethics abandoned, a sickness has crept
A plundering, gluttonous sin
These pitiful states, with mountains of debt
Belong in no handbook of hymn

Youth, why slave for a wage
To be took by taxation’s rake?
Why seek to be caught, in misery’s cage
For worthless currency’s sake?

Prepare instead, for the coming collapse
When Liberty staggers, stumbles and hurls
This nation, bit by a venomous asp
Expires, in agony curls


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Fading Anguish

Forced down onto the thick mud
the stench of this rotten blood
Determined for this to be surreal
My fate would change if it were real

My life begins anew In my head
From the time mother put me to bed
Father took me to my first Yankee’s game
Where I was inspired by their fame

To keep the kids soundly in bed
My blood, I fear, I must shed
Not knowing whether I would live or die
the anguish is consuming my thigh

The pain is slowly dying out
my destiny is nothing but a doubt
Laying on the red infested loam
Guadalcanal, you are my last home.


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My Country

My country is home, 
I have no fear. 
My country is home, 
and I am here.