911 Poems - Poems about 911

911 By Franklin Price 09/11/2024 Three and twenty years ago Terror rang its awful bell In the midst of New York City The great and tall twin towers fell Slammed by hijacked liners Deviated from their flight Took our independent nation From the day into the night Thousands died there on that day At the Pentagon we lost A field in Pennsylvania Also added to the cost There was no...

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My trainer said just one more Now I'm stretched out on the floor Helpless here flat on my back Waiting for that heart attack Someone dial 911 Now the end has just begun I'm feeling weak as a pup I don't think I'm getting up...

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I remember the day when the terrorists shocked Our world. I remember that sad and dreadful day. Two planes crashed like missiles Into the Twin Towers in NYC; one hijacked Plane hit the Pentagon, while another landed In Pennsylvania and exploded: all aboard died, Including the hijackers, the criminal imbeciles. Thousands innocent people lost their lives. I vividly remember that infamous...

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We can never forget 9/11 We will forever remember such a date A date that will live in infamy A date that has everything in it: Sadness, fire, death, destruction and bravery Heroism, sickness and resilience, except happiness 9/11/2001 is a memorable and a daring date That changed the world. Things are not seen like The day before. We have a different perspective About...

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I have a neighbor who ties up 911 Complaining that a dog is barking A person who is in dire need might not be able to get through He might not be able to connect while they are still conscious We have tried to explain this to her But she is selfish, and does not put others first Pete’s garbage...

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To *key3 How bad can it get, don't ask me that question I'm on the 97th floor terrified, hanging from a window, gasping for breath You want to know, if I put faith to the test On the phone to my wife, saying I love you please never forget Bodies burst in the street below me,...

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The falling man, one photograph captured in time An unforgettable image, imprinted on this mind He represents us all, weather we like it or not His faith did not kill him, destiny was his...

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Biting Sighting Nov 3, 2022 for Brian Strand's A New Hiku Footle Tanka Poetry Contest...

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The heroes ran in as others were booking out. Those of us who are not selfless do not understand. We watch in disbelief. Who would run in there? The building seemed to implode. It was like there was a bomb placed in the middle. Not like it had only been hit by a plane. People jumped to their deaths. Did they die...

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We can never forget 9/11 We will forever remember such a date A date that will live in infamy A date that has everything in it: Sadness, fire, death, destruction and bravery Heroism, sickness and resilience, except happiness 9/11/2001 is a memorable and a daring date That changed the world. Things are not seen like The day before. We have a different perspective About...

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My commute was about half an hour, and I was due at work at 9am. Normally, most of my news came when I was driving, which was what I did for a living at the time. I departed for work, and as usual, immediately turned on an all-news radio station. I started hearing reports of plane crashes...

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It’s been 21 years since that unimaginable morning on the 11th of September… and each year, on this date, we take a moment to remember. Family members remember loved ones lost…permanently taken from their view… The rest of us remember people we never knew. Memories of their joy and laughter deliver some relief… bringing with them a little comfort as...

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Our mouths agape, we stand at maw and gape. At once both strange and odd, a lone spire aspires to replace a solitary figure of twins, reborn from dust and ash on high, a rise and phoenix, both monument and towering testament of will, lost souls in sole remembrance. ————— *A hendiadys, or ‘one through two’, is a literary device for describing one thing as two,...

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litany of the Church of the Ecstatic Coma love shouldn't be a pile of rags I was playing pinkie dinkie with next door Suzie Woozy her father was CIA a spy catcher with a big spy catcher mitt try not to leave town he warned you are someone's project come here Sweetchops she coos you get your sugar today I sizzled like a good...

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You’re my new addiction. Tunnel vision got me spinning wild. I don’t wear prescription, But with you my thoughts are blurry, violent. Textbook fashion. Race through my mind. Past the limit. A ticket on sight. Color is valid. In their minds. Our fingers are knotted together. Eyebrows raised; they look so vicious. Hear the chimes, sweater weather. Cold like the looks that they give us....

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