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Inspirational Patriotic Poems | Inspirational Poems About Patriotic

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Details | Rhyme |


I saw a burial with a bugler playing taps;
I turned to my father, “what happened?” I asked.
He clutched my hand and with a quiver in his voice,
he began to explain and his eyes became moist.

“My son,” he said, “this is rather difficult for me;
for an old veteran like myself this is tough to see.
In that coffin lies a genuine patriotic warrior,
an honest-to-God hero, an American soldier.

I appreciate that soldier and the service he gave,
and I honor his sacrifice as he’s laid in his grave.
He was honorable, selfless, courageous, and bold;
please remember him son, as you grow old.

The value of his service, I must explain,
if not remembered, will be lost in vain.
As a nation we’re nothing without soldiers like him;
and failing to remember would be a terrible sin.”

I listened in awe as my father spoke,
it seemed as if his heart were broke.
I suddenly remembered when he went to war,
and when he returned I thought nothing more.

I never asked why he walked with a limp,
and I didn’t care about why he was sick.
I was too busy enjoying the life that I had,
to realize that I had it because of dad.

I finally understood what my dad was about,
and it hurt so bad I cried out loud.
He sacrificed so much so I could be free,
and his battle scars were suffered for me.

It was my father’s spirit that spoke to me that day;
thank God I finally understood what he had to say.
I saluted his coffin as they laid him to rest,
and I thought about the medals pinned on his chest.

That I didn’t honor him sooner, I will always regret;
and I pledged that day to never again forget.
I’m proud that my dad was a patriotic warrior;
I’m honored to be the son of an American soldier. 

Copyright © Ed Coet | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric |

I feel African in every Vein

I feel African in every vein
the arteries pulsate with love
this continent so dear to me

I feel African in every breath
the challenges the world paints
I see not but beautiful Africa

All Africans here and far away
join me to hold Africa together
no piece should go to the winds

the unity of the land of Africa
the resources of the land of Africa
are gifts no humans brought here

patriots of Africa come hold hands
this land you owe loving service
dust off yourselves to build Africa

old Africa where is your wisdom?
come out of your boxes and unite
the world is vibrant, lets wake up

I feel African in every vein
Africa my sweet-heart duty calls

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Chris Kyle the Great Sniper

Before you read this poem, I would like to invite you in reading about the great American sniper hero. I am also dedicating this to the fallen sniper because he is a true Patriotic Hero. Thank you.

Chris Kyle was and still is loved by many, this to be true I say
I always believe him to be, a great sniper to this undying day.
Why must things happen to people, that are always so kind
Life would be better keeping some, alive alongside mankind.

Why don’t I tell you a story, about this very kind honest fellow
He was and is an U.S. Navy Seal, but along that chill and mellow.
The most lethal sniper known of, in American military history
With a very high percentage confirmed kills, quite the victory.

At the young age of eight, his father taught him how to shoot
A great father teaching a son, instead of giving him the boot.
A bronco rider for the rodeo, sadly gave it up for a serious injury
It was to his arm although he still lived, with very great dignity.

Being a great sniper had an effect, putting souls to their bed
Eventually somewhat famous, an increasing bounty upon his head.
Undoubtedly dubbed the “Devil of Ramadi”, by non-other than Iraqi
An increasing bounty shot twice, but his body and will still intact.

After a while serving his country, he retired heading home graciously
Taking back some long spent  time, spending it with his family.
Chris Kyle a loved husband, a friend to many and a beloved son
His homeland now saddened, for America has lost a patriotic one.

A great warrior indeed, in my opinion our greatest honorable hero
He put his life on the line, instead of becoming the common zero.
The greatest treasure of all, came from within himself to prove
That all humans aren’t wrongful, but that we all can improve.

Copyright © Dalton A. J. Hunkler | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Lewis And Clark

They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 

©2013 Honestly JT

Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Unite Blue

Verse 1

I’ve had this dream now for a while,
But the real world’s where I choose to stay,
The time is now for standing up,
To reach out for that brighter day.


Unite to lend a hand to those who are in need,
Unite against them, whose souls are consumed by greed,
Unite and lend a hand, and we can change the world,
We’re the ones we’ve been waiting for.

Verse 2

Walking past two souls holding hands,
I see that it’s true love conquers all,
A dreamland where we all sing and dance,
And hands to catch us should we fall.



United, it’s in our hands,
United, it’s how we stand,
United, across all lands.
Empathy, we understand,
Together, it’s how we stand,
Unite with one voice, One Hand.

Copyright © Eric Thomas | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |


Freedom is never free.
Respect our liberty.
Enjoy its many rights.
Expect it may cause fights.
Democracy survives,
Only if backed with lives.
May we not let it die.

Copyright © Bartholomew Williams | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Mai Ek bharatiye

Mai ek bhartiye  
Mere desh BHARAT main, 
Tirange ke libaaz main, 
Mai kuch khas hun.. 
Phate kapdon mai bhi, 
Ek shahi andaaz hun.. 
780 bhashashao ke sang, 
Ek garaj, ek madhur saaz hun.. 
Mai kabhi LATA si koyal hun, 
Mai sabki ek hi awaaz hun.. 
Mai hi PRAYER, 
aur mai hi NAMAAZ hun.. 
Mera desh bharat hai, 
Mai Bharat ka naaz hun.. 
Bus ek bhartiye hun 
Per mai kuch khaas hun....!!
                                                                         By :--ANKIT DEDHA

Copyright © ANKIT DEDHA | Year Posted 2014

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I Don't Need Drugs

The only thing that is in my bong
is my gift of poetry and song.

Drugs are for thugs
that's hell in a nutshell.

I don't smoke
and I've never done coke.

Believe me
I know that I don't always tell thruth
and that I like to lie.
There has been enough brains fried.

Poet till I die.

Dedicated To All The Victims Of Addiction.

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016

Details | Senryu |

with patriotic glee

with patriotic 
glee, for love of their country,
all Americans

emptied their accounts,
piggy banks and all, to help
pay their nation's debt

Copyright © Cathy Ncube | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |

The Walking Man

The walking man walks with no place to go,
Head tucked down with his eyes lookin' low.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man

He's seen it all, lived the wars out there.
Now he's blowing around like a leaf in the air.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man

Walking man don't mean no harm he don't mean to lie.  
He's just one careless face from a way to die, a way to fly, to say goodbye…..

So it's you and me and the walking man makes three;
Such a better number to be.

He's tired and warn like a piece of coal,
But he could light the city with the light in his soul.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man

Walking man don't mean no harm he don't mean to lie.  
He's just one careless face from a way to die, a way to fly, to say goodbye…..

Because it's you an me and the walking man makes three;
Such a better number to be

Copyright © C.L. Baker | Year Posted 2013

Details | Imagism |


7,100 islands, you are made up..
Pearl of the orient seas, that's how you are..
Cradle of four civilization, historians says..
Only Christian nation, even they speak..

Abounded with vast green forests..
Surrounded by shallow to deep trenches...
Choose wether to white and black sands of beaches..
Each island is an enticement...

Every province has it's own native delicacy...
Each one is known for its festival felicity..
Poor as it may seem yet great in hospitality..
Enabling each tourist to feel welcome in grandiosity...

Look around, you will see a smile..
Scattered genuine friendship in mile..
Wether you are black, white or yellow skin..
They don't care as long as you're clean...

Clever and intelligent...
Creative and truly magnificent..
Small probably by height..
Yet, if known you'll be full in sight..

God fearing - spirited by nature..
Responsible enough for the future..
Families implants love to nurture..
Obviously seen in each Filipino creature...

By: olive_eloi

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2013

Details | Senryu |

Patriotic Bliss

patriotic bliss--
when all Americans know 
national anthem

Copyright © Cathy Ncube | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Divine Message

Divine Message

If you are able, help the disable
This is the message of Koran & Bible,
This action of helping is very noble,
That's how society will always be stable.

Where every one cares about others,
Not only friends and family members,
Starting from your own neighbors,
Till your city's all corners.

Helping hand you should extend,
Try it and you will like this trend,
Where to do good, has no end,
When, a stranger becomes your friend.

Helping others bring prosperity,
Let's be honest, its reality,
It develops the whole community,
So don't rely always on charity.

Disabled are not a burden to us,
They are talented if we really do notice,
When we teach them, they always progress,
Colors need to fill-in, in their canvas.

All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at www.amazon.com

Copyright © Syed Imon Rizvi | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |

Freedom Uprise

We will not ride alone on this momentous journey. 
We will ride gathering our numbers, from the great mountains. 
We will travel to the valley of rivers, towards the great ocean.
For we have a great army.

Those who enslaved us with their power, stand on the top of the hill.
They stare down over the army below.
An army of vengeance we have gathered.
We will ride to the battle field at the great buildings.

Our intent is to wage war.
Fear will not take us.
You are weak supremacy, you will die by the sword. 
You will die by the hand of my fellow warriors.

This is war.
Blood will be spilt. 
Men will draw their last breaths as they fall back onto mother earth.
Mother Earth will soak up the spilled blood of our brothers and sisters.

We will be fierce and haste not.
We the suppressed will not retreat.
We the people will rise, with swords and fists. 
We are ready to die for what is equitably ours.

This is not an illusion. 
The fight against the money mongers, the powers that be.
Those that hold the power, will feel our angry wrath.
None will go unscathed.

We will watch the blood spill in and about the great buildings. 
Down the concrete stairs it will flow, rich, deep cherry red. 
Into the green of the grass, it flows.
Fear will choke your breath.

Reflections of your past, rushing before you. 
Thoughts of the dead, invade your mind.
Hollow is the cry of war, as we charge ahead to fight the battle.
To take the final stand, to give it our all.

Justice will reign by the sword and the all mighty hand.
Judgement day has arrived with this great army gathered beside us.
We will ride, steadfast into the fray.
Make no mistake this day will come upon the powers that be.

Copyright © Gypsyof Essence | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.

Copyright © Jen Franks | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

hero of Myanmar

       hero of Myanmar              (Haiku)

General Aung San
father of independence
hero of Myanmar.

Dr Ko Ko Thein
Salt Lake City

Copyright © Mya Thein | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |


They gathered there that fateful night,
To discuss the plans of a wondrous flight,
That would take them far from chains that bind,
Where freedom is more than thoughts of the mind.
But, an air of uncertainty filled the hall,
And the penalty for treason meant death to all,
That gathered there to pen their name,
On that parchment of independence proclaimed.

Then a bold voice cried, "Sign My Friends!
For that document tells of the rights of men,
Whose souls have a yearning to be free,
To search for their dreams and destiny.
And God has given us this great land.
What more do we need to understand,
That to fight and die for a noble cause,
Is a grand opportunity if ever was."

Yes, the strangers voice rang loud and clear,
As he spoke to their hearts more than the ear.
Then he fell with exhaustion into his chair,
And when some ran to thank him, he was not there.
Though the door was bolted and a guard stood strong,
It seemed that the stranger had vanished, was gone.
But, the words he spoke were like bolts of light,
And all in attendance knew he was right.

Then they signed their names without a fear,
And seventeen seventy-six was the year.
Yes, they'd taken the bull by the horns,
And in that moment a nation was born.


Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

Jai Hind

A poem for republic day.....
~~~~~ Jai Hind ~~~~~~~~
From great nation, India, we hail,
Where Indus valley used to prevail.
Emperors came, emperors gone,
We always regained our own throne.
Last was the English invasion on us,
Brutal than Alexander, Ghazni, and Poras,
Wings of Golden Bird were torn,
To teach Non-violence, Bapu was born.
Bhagat, Rajguru, Sukhdev chose their way,
With combined efforts came a strong ray.
Nehru, Lala, Shashtri we can’t forget,
But for unsung heroes we regret.
Finally the moment of freedom came,
Now the wildest elephant we could tame.
Tricolour perpetually tells us to go on,
Despite of Ram, Rahim, Aryan or John.
Democracy, harmony we really praise,
Most of the intellectuals of all, we raise.
Tell everyone this noble story.
How to take the nation to zenith of glory.
Independence and republic day are not only to celebrate,
We must ever have full respect to commemorate.
India is united from Kashmir to Chennai and Assam to Sind,
Let’s come together and say aloud Jai Hind Jai Hind Jai Hind.
Written by: I. B. Chhetri

Copyright © Indra B Chhetri | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber

Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme royal |

Salute to the Indian Soldier

Salute to the Indian Soldier, 
who can't break their order, 
for the country, whole day & night, 
they're never lose their sight, 

Salute to the Indian Soldier, 
who can't break their order, 
for  us  they're  on  border, 
because they follows only order, 

Salute to the Indian Soldier, 
who can't break their order, 
why their festivals are bullets & bombs? 
why not they got happiness' tombs? 

Salute to the Indian Soldier, 
who can't break their order, 
why their favorite color is blood? 
why their duties are gone to mud? 

Salute to the Indian Soldier........  lose their sight.

Salute to the Indian Soldier, 
who can't break their order, 
because of them we're alive, 
as honey is safe behind the hive, 

Salute to the Indian Soldier, 
who can't break their order, 
why they don't have respect? 
as politicians want, as they expect, 

Salute to the Indian Soldier, 
who can't break their order, 
wake up all & give respect, 
as we want, as we expect, 

Salute to the Indian Soldier, 
who can't break their order, 
I'll give salute again & again, 
because, for soldiers I've no complain, 

Salute to the Indian Soldier........  lose their sight.

Copyright © Amit Dhiman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |


The American Flag, we fight for it
won't let it touch the ground
Free speech, okay to trample it
High Court is so profound

Let them burn it, tear it up
socialists have spoken
You know they none have fought for it
their common sense lays broken

Hand me down philosophy
believing wrong is right
Sacrificed integrity
don't understand their plight

Let them walk among the graves
that lay through out our land
They'll see ancestors, never known
that died, so they could stand

Each day they tear it down some more
and soon, below half mast
With no one left to fight for it
our freedom will not last.....

                                       Pete Yuhas

Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Draw A Better Picture

Is it her calling?
I was just drawling
pictures of my feelings.

All these killers and retards 
we should be healing,
Insted we are keeping 
them from the world.

Tis it was the greatest story ever told
until our memories were sold.

Help us, lord
ashes to ashes 
and dust to dust
are the words.

I'm speaking to the nation
about a lost generation,
built off of freedom and innovation,
that was sweeping the nation
during the emancipation proclamation.

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative |

Royal Loyalty


Juan Carmen was very sad when his country lost the war
He felt such a power surely would always reign
And when he found his noble leader, dead on the floor
He knew that their valiant efforts were in vain
He stood right by the conquered Duke, right till the end
No doubt about it, he was a loyal man to Spain 
For many years he was just a noble, eccentric friend
But still his faithful, steady persona struggled to remain
Louis, the Duke of Madrid strictly and truly believed
That being the royal mentor to Juan Carmen
Made him realize how much loyalty he received
Now these men determined to always be royal
Carry the torch for the honor of being loyal

Copyright © Andrew Battaglino | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |



We hear that patience is a virtue 
Is this true, or simply virtual reality 
When leaders are teaching our youth; 
do as I say, not as I do 
Regression to a version of the American 

Impatience is becoming intolerance 
But to be patient is viewed as ignorance 
In a blind world conforming to violence 
Very few see need for benevolence

Many view crime as way of life 
Government fuels fires, causing strife 
Committing true crime with their lack of 
Our country torn by those who lied

Promoting bigotry and distaste for the 
 But these days color and homosexuality 
are lactose free 
Intolerant of equality, it’s a problem, 
Love is love, embrace the hate 
Hold it tightly until it sees the light

Peace pushed just beyond our reach 
We realize that “hope and change” was 
just a speech 
Wars raging through the land we call 
In God we trust, not this powerful regime

Speak out now with virtuous impatience 
Change is change no matter how small 
the feat
Restore hope with unfaltering acceptance 
and grace 
Serve what you stand for, no time left to 

Copyright © Gabrielle Charisse | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

A Lady Waits

A Lady Waits

The sleepy sea massages a creaking ship which slowly navigates
through blackness the sky emanates and the great Atlantic integrates.
A sailing school of serenading seagulls dips and dives and celebrates,
and amongst the sea-sick shipmates, a welcome murmur swiftly circulates.
A wave of steerage class splashes onto the seaweed-soaked stern and congregates,
viewing a line of lights which levitates on the horizon it incubates.
As fingers point to a distant shore, the name “America!” reverberates.
The salty air invigorates, and the chorus of commotion escalates.
A cry pulls the tide of faces to the rear row of citizen candidates.
Her wind-whipped shawl barely insulates the ravenous newborn she placates.
As if Moses were parting the sea, the silent congregation separates.
Gleaming with gratitude, she glides to the front rail the moon illuminates.
As her baby’s throat pulsates with mother’s milk, through lash-locked lids he fixates
on the Emerald Empress whose torch radiates on the dreams she consummates.
Beholding the beacon who beckons brave believers, his mother boldly states,
“When this restless night abates, the misty morn of a daring dawn elates,
but tonight, sleep well my child … for across the harbor, the lady waits … ”

-	E. V. Wyler -

Copyright © Elizabeth Wyler | Year Posted 2015

Details | Acrostic |


Independence was freedom's key,
Nonetheless freedom was not free.
Demanding equal voice and rights,
Equality was won through fights.
People paid for it with their lives,
Ensuring liberty survives.
Neighbors committed to self-rule,
Denounced foreign reign as cruel.
Each tax was a knife to the throat,
No subject had the right to vote.
Courage, followed by bravery,
Expunged indentured slavery.


Written July 19th , 2015.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

England,My Country

 The rolling hills so green and tender
 Mountains on high i will always remember
 Colours of the seasons so fresh in my mind
 All of the beauty so easy to find
 This is England,the country i live
 The country i would die for,the country i love

 The fields the forest the mountain stream
 The hills the dales the lakes agleam
 Scent of summer so strong on the breeze
 My land of beauty thats so hard to leave
 This is England the country i adore
 Home of truth,faith,hope much more

 And if the time comes then leave it i shall
 To a foreign country an unknown land
 Where the thoughts of England will always remain
 In Gods own country ,Gods domain


Copyright © dennis curry | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Live Free or Die

In New Hampshire their state motto is “Live Free or Die,”
And they will be celebrating that freedom this fourth of July.
At Mt. Washington the splendid fireworks will celebrate this nation,
And the band will play patriotic music to a standing ovation.

There will be cookouts, picnics, and ice cream across the land,
And in the “Live Free or Die” state, the party will be grand!
The band will play the “Stars and Stripes,” and the people will cheer…
Thanking God for our independence, and another great year!

Copyright © Brenda McGrath | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Westgate Mall Massacre

I came here only but once
And that was not long ago
Hunger had brought me here
And I went my way satisfied
And fully determined to return

When I walked up the stairs
From the parking lot below
I was hungry and I was thirsty
And it seemed to me a long
Long walk to the Food Cafe

Today I flew up to the third floor
And hid myself behind litter bins
For the devil, nay, for the devils
Had struck! And struck and struck
Mercilessly, recklessly, violently

And turned this man-made haven
Of happy, chatty, and even noisy
Citizens- children and old included
Into a brazen God-forsaken hell
With brazen Godforsaken devils!

For Shots rung from everywhere
And people fell, or crept or cowered
While others jumped to their swift end
Or broke limbs, screaming and shouting
As they sought to flee the assassins’ rage  

Many lives have been lost, dear friend
Much blood has been shed, dear friend
Much pain has been inflicted, my friend
Much fear has been instilled, my friend
Much loss has been incurred, my friend

These lives, this blood, pain, fear and loss
Visited, as it was, on innocent peaceful people
On a day which the whole world had set aside
To celebrate the International Day of Peace
Was meant to do what to the people of Kenya?

If it was to divide us, please know 
That we are more united than ever
If it was to instill fear and sow panic
We are more courageous and calm
Than you and your lot will ever be 

For the God of this land and nation is a universal God 
Who loves little children like those whose brains
You wantonly scattered to the four winds 
Who cares for life which you took
In your murderous adventure 
Which I know will come
To a close in the 
Of time!
Who loves
Justice which 
You will face in
In the not so

And conquer

©2013 Gerald Kithinji


Copyright © Gerald Kithinji | Year Posted 2013