Best 9 11 Poems
America the Free ~ America the Brave ~
Freedom with price Capitalism attacked
the many taken hearts broken still
one World try to rebuild
sadness and tears fall hard with fears
guilt by association many accused still
souls evaporated shattered dreams
tears fall on innocence left with anger
The proud fearless knew the inevitable
policeman fireman many lives lost
grieving does not stop 12 years later
New York city once proud & shameless
refusing to let fears in protecting ours
left in shock still question's unanswered
nothing learned nothing gained
ready to attack many left behind
anger greets denial anger meets rage
unacceptable still refusing new love
wanting days to rewind let us go back in time
acceptance allowing the victims leave in peace
the brave taken young leaving us sadly old
haunting dreams lost spirits dwell
no answers to hate never forgetting that day
Evil entered suddenly unforgiving fate
entering our City we stand with the fallen
How to fix how do we Change
This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~
9/11 Attacks
The day began like any other
The sun rose, scattering to work,
Settling into their day, with a smirk.
8.46am thousands of lives, would change,
North Twin Tower was hit by a plane,
People thought, NO, that’s insane.
News came to those, yes it was true,
Some knew and others didn’t have a clue.
Terror attacks was announced
Disbelief from civilians, on the ground.
9.03am, no, not again
The South Tower was hit, oh Amen.
Survivors running for their lives,
Passing the dead, that, they did dread.
Parts of bodies everywhere,
We had no time, to stop to care.
We had to get out, as fast as we could,
Everyone knew, that was understood.
People jumping from the towers,
Things happened in minutes,
Which seem liked hours.
Flights hijacked, 93,77 and 175
All the passengers, tried their best
To stay alive.
Life that day, was out of control,
When the buildings were demolished
It left, a great big hole.
90 countries, lost loved ones,
Firefighters, military
And police, are many of the rescue Workers,
that now rest in peace.
Estimated up to 19,000
In the towers upon attack,
So hard to believe
That this maybe fact.
Years later, people still dying,
To the families, related this
Is terrifying.
Exposed toxins from ground zero,
Pregnancy losses, cancers
No one can find answers.
A memorial was made
For all to see,
A reminder of life,
No one would disagree.
Pay your respect, for those we lost,
And say a prayer,
For no extra cost.
This moment in history,
the world will remember,
Let’s come together,
United we stand,
Hand in hand,
Let’s show the world what we can withstand.
"Put on channel seven.
My Lord!! What have they done!
I can not believe it..
they killed my only son!"
Raised with respect.
Never a problem.
Worked hard as a Man.
Problems..he would solve them.
He did well in College..
He struggled..but made it through.
Held his chin up when he was down.
Gods help..guided him through.
He put down his cup of coffee.
Kissed his daughters face.
Ran to catch the bus.
To join the daily race.
On the 105th floor,
"Ding!" and he steps out.
He can already hear.
His boss’s vivid shouts.
It’s 9:15.
We are staring at the screen.
The worst disaster I have ever seen.
The building collapsed.
My heart went numb.
Where..Oh! Where,
is my only son?
Did he make to the office?
Lord tell me..it’s not true.
God, take me instead of him!
Please help him get through.
"Where is my Daddy?"
I was staring in her eyes..
I saw it then..she realized.
"Why would they do it?
..What have they done?
I said, "We are not to hate but..
..but they have killed my only son."
COVID-19
A Sequel To 9-11
Written: by Tom Wright
10/19/01- 4/3/2020
During trying times,
We often search our dark lonely passageways.
Finding scant light
To help us through our days;
As faith's novices,
We often consider that sight
With anguish, fear, and utter disdain;
Faith, prompts us to believe the glow at tunnel's end,
Is our ray of hope, not the last train?
“He who has health has hope,
And he who has hope has everything”
Arab Proverb
When dulled down shock painfully became
a pickaxe ache behind shimmering eyes,
the bludgeoning screen hammered memory cells
repeatedly, over and over.
Tears exploded, soft rain dampened flame,
the grumbling dust cloud debris disguised
broken hearts bursting in agonised swells
searching for life confirmation.
Crashed vultures, evil in senseless flight,
beating humanity for hours like a drum,
cramping the breath with holocaust claws,
gleefully gloating, gloating.
Yet humanity does not die in the night,
by the warped wicked ways of fanatical scum,
humanity fades not, nor crawls on all fours
the prey of abomination.
Could Hitler pulverise humanity dead,
could Stalin annihilate it's very soul,
could Hussein defile it's essence to dust,
could they, hell.
It arises from rubble and ashes instead,
steel resurrection, reassembled whole,
in the love and pride of people it must
elicit restoration.
Beneath the veil of despair-crippled night
a broken city seethed neon 'till morning,
mortal wounds blazed and shone in rebirth,
defiantly living, living.
And hope prevailed in each bulb burning bright,
in each filament, tube, each spark a new dawning
of all that Heaven allows on Earth,
a prayer-shot inspiration.
The carnage of angels bedazzled with pain,
yet the courage and conscience of saints empowered
a neon-lit love of brother for brother,
a blinding, blinding sight.
From sorrow and sacrilege raining again
humanity's wonder, upon them was showered
the love of the brave and the just for each other
that they become the light.
A beautiful autumn day it was.
The gold and red sneaking in
the Central Park leaves as it
always does.
I wanted to stay home with my
wife and son.
But realized there were bills to
be paid and then some.
So after my shower, breakfast and
things,
I just sipped on my cup of Joe,
admiring our gold wedding rings.
Our son Teddy was at our feet.
I thanked God for us three, at our
cozy family meet.
.
Alas, too soon would I have to go.
I kissed Mary and Teddy and told
them, I loved them so!
Ah, the day was so perfectly chiseled
by God's own making.
I sat on the lone bench to thank
Him for His Glorious undertaking.
.
I grabbed my attaché case and off
I went.
To work in the great Twin Towers,
where I know God wanted me sent.
Everyone so happy that day, some
even spoke of Christmas?
Though it was months away.
I was grateful to God for all of my life!
Especially my beautiful son and stunning
and most loving wife.
Of course you all know what happened
next.
Hell broke out and we all did our best to
return safely to our earthly nest.
It was not to be for me!
The smoke thick and heavy overcame
me so rapidly.
I clutched my cross and begged
God to take me home.
I awoke, and the air was beautiful
and clear.
You know I already missed my son and
wife so very dear!
But I was being beckoned to gates of
gold!
And I knew the Bible well, I knew
what it all foretold.
And yes, the Gates of Heaven swung open
widely for me.
Now the real journey of my life,
was just beginning for me.
.
~Dedicated by Panagiota Romios~
To all those lost on 9/11,when evil people
did do something evil to hurt others!
September 11, 2019
911 poem
I see flames and smoke
Terrorists thinking it a big joke
Sounds of eplosions in the air
Screams and cries are everywhere
Little children dying
At home the parents are crying
Sounds of sirens ring to my ears
The looks on peoples faces is fear
People jumping from buildings
Thinking there going to have a chance to live
Smoke is burning there eyes
hearing loud cries and sounds of breaking thighs
the smell of corps and the look of it,
you pray to god you dont have to go throught the pain and fear they went through
people sitting at home watching this tradgity
watching the deaths of other peoples families
you think your life is perfect until oneday
it all goes up in flames
by mandy parsons
It’s a sad day
when we forget Warriors
who've fought our Wars
a price they'll pay
brought home—changed
the soulful smile you miss
the nightmares you can't fix
chained to what they’ve endured
lingering trauma
what they have espied...
that boy who perished at sea
the soldier felled on the beach
brothers separated onto ships
both only sons of fraughted parents
what broke the heart...
whence the contract procures
is the clash of wills and the turmoil of man
whither they are bound, it guarantees
they’ll part with their
limbs torn
in drowning seas
in roiling crimsoned tides,
in disastrous flights
fallen from smoked skies
from the harshest deserts
of the desert storms
in extreme heated days,
in cold sands at night
in wide open terrain
their landmarks barren
I lift my head as I lay in bed this morn
thru my curved bay window
I peer out from my drowsy squinting eyes
to catch a glimpse of the black bird’s mimicry
he squaws a plaintiff’s alarm song
O low and behold…
I am the only one
parked on the Tuesday side of the street
reckon those came to forget
not one on my block had any memory of it
they aren’t touched as they should be
by simple procedures we must do
to celebrate, honor, or remember
to stand by the land of the free
to respect a marked day
It felt abandoning…
‘the importance’
‘the meaning of this day’
‘what it stands for’
‘what men and women died for’
Today is Veteran’s day
PTSD turns to psychedelic therapy
Promising body of work
Treatment resistant
High in the veteran population
Removing red tape
To research
What was approved,
alters perception
Function
Reset neural connections of brain
The Trauma
Fasttrack it
Stanford’s founding—88% reduction of PTSD
—Dr Vin Gupta
I Am Anaya
November 11, 2025
Veterans Day
Tomorrow is 9/11 the worst day in American history
We need to take a moment and pray
Thousands died in those beautiful towers
Many jumped to their deaths
Some we still can’t find 23 years later
The attack on the Pentagon was a vicious act
Those Heros on Flight 92 gave there lives to save fellow Americans
Terrorists remain in our world and we can never forget
Enter Bare
Nocturnal screams of voices beamed
Through sacrificial sacred skies
Insanity on a killing spree
With tears crusted crucified cries
On Angels wings flying thin
As the multitudes will divinely divide
Enter bare as we watch and stare
For the world has embraced genocide
Rubble rumbles as structures crumble
Lives are lost within a blink of an eye
Hell awakes as it violently shakes
The cityscapes of Gemini
Evil stays as it laughs and plays
For the demons scream and shout
There’s no escape from the sins of rape
The pain compounds and stingly sprouts
Soulful souls now empty holes
The battalions show their pride
Shall we avenge as we entrench
While the innocent do abide.
Sept.11.2016...^WW^
In Memory of 9/11
Remembering all the poeple that lost their lives...their families, their friends and all the Hero's that came to help...
...illustrated by Winged Warrior...
The wound (Haiku) 2014
A deep gaping hole
newly covered with scar flesh
a cemetery
the reflective pond
the bright thirteen year old trees
the lost souls still there
the money-men charge
fees to visit our worst time
Ah, America!
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~9/ll: A Day Of Infamy~
(Chain Poem Style)
September eleventh is a day
Day of infamy that I'll never forget
Forget what with my horrified eyes I watched
Watched coming from my TV screen and that re-played
Re-played showing airplanes flying and hitting straight
Straight into the Pentagon and the Twin Tower buildings
Buildings all around just started to sway and fall
Fall and bringing around so much destruction and death
Death took so many by surprise
Surprise and horror was shown on all faces as we witnessed
Witnessed and faced before us all this horrible tragedy
Tragedy that filled our hearts and souls with unbearable sorrow and pain
Pain as we saw all this unfolding before our very eyes as we cried
Cried with much grief as we watched in horror all this happening
Happening back then and no one able to stop it that fateful day
Day of so much destruction horror sadness and sorrow
Sorrow and loss that took place that September eleventh day
Day in which we saw innumerable heroic acts of love faith and courage
Courage of spirit hope and love for many who faced death
Death and destruction on this very black and unforgettable
Unforgettable day September 11, 2001.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
September.11.2016
Remember those who died for us,
Remember nine-eleven,
They left their families to save us,
They died and went to heaven.
Remember the twin towers,
They once were there but now are gone,
Remember those who went to work,
Who never came home.
Remember the God who gave us life,
Who can save us from death,
Remember He’ll never leave our side,
In sickness and in health.
They left their family to save us,
They died and went to Heaven,
Remember those who died for us,
Remember nine-eleven.
Towers turned to dust,
Pentagon ablaze in pain,
Still the Eagle Stands.
Turning our anger,
Pretending to be happy,
Quasi- war Lingers.
Give Islam its due.
Let them prove their peaceful cant.
Or loose the Genie.
On that day we were all the same, we didn't know there faces, we didn't know
there names.
There voices we heard crying all around the world, someones loving father,
someones little girl.
On that day we were called to lead a better life, for that someones father, for that
someones wife.
The list of souls read from above before it came below why it was and why it is the
answer no one knows.
Through the pain we have learned lessons great and small, life, love, and happiness
are precious cherish them all.
With grace we all go on, but never will we forget that all of these beautiful things
can fade so very quick.
On that day we wondered, on that day we cryed, on that day we asked ourselves
what kind of man am I?
Mothers held there children for so long and oh so tight, why did these people have
to go this was not there fight.
We hope and pray for all those names, and the ones they left behind they gave
their life for a question the answer we must find.
William J. Harty