Best Abe Poems

Sixteenth president “Honest Abe” Lincoln

did a lot of mighty fine thinkin’.

Though born in a cabin dirt poor,

he’d rise to free the slaves with a civil war.


Written 5/30/2015
for 'A BRIAN STRAND JULY' Poetry Contest...

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" Exult O shores, and ring O bells!       
But I with mournful tread, 
Walk the deck my Captain lies, 
Fallen cold and dead."(Final lines from Walt Whitman's "O Captain My Captain")

My hero, oh how wonderful it would have been
to...

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With Presidents Day coming up this Monday, I submit my tribute to the president born Feb. 12, 1809:

Ode to My Hero: Dear Abe

At many things, Abe Lincoln was the best.
From boyhood to manhood, how he shone.
Foreordained to lead, dear Abe was blessed.

I picture him a...

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Not only is he my friend;
He’s the Mayor of my hometown.
His eyes oversee the place,
That I so love to be around.

Whether it’s canvas or a page,
He graces it with artistic hands.
Bringing out his desired emotions,
That his patient heart commands.

With a love for teaching art,
His creative...

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Abe Lincoln As A democrat
© Ben Burton 8-25-2014

The evil of men being sold
Long past, since Mr. Lincoln's fight
Still, dark suspicion blooms and grows
And loots the cause of civil rights

The North designed a whipping horse
Down in the segregated South
Yet, Major Leagues were all up north
For eighty...

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May be is forgotten
I am the light in his dreams
Love and respect for him

In memories I catch to him
Walk to momentum 
In love become  of live

In shadows turn corner
Woves of  fight walls in light
In clear deeds piece in  future hopes


-Your truthfulness
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How many legs does a dog have
when you count the tail as a leg?
Lincoln gave the answer of "four -
calling it a leg don't make it a leg." 

What would Abe Lincoln say today
about the verbal gymnastics
that plague our political scene?
Truth is strength that empowers.

Printing...

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Ok Abe, you’re up next


Oh the fickle finger of fate
HG tags me..the hour is late.
I’ll be glad to pass on the spud..
Please…don’t drop with a thud
Our talented Abe will surely respond
By tagging someone of whom he is fond 
This game is raucous, writing such fun,
For...

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GOOD OLD ABE, SOLUMN SOL AND YOU TOO

If there were an entrance fee to get into Heaven how much would you pay?
And let me tell you brother,  it won’t help you now to pray
So you get to Heaven with 56,000 bucks and St. Peter...

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Written on 7/27/2021
By Gail R DeBole
Updated on 8/17/2021

My granddad’s five-dollar bill in hand
Was blown by a breeze through farmland.
 Our dog, King, “saved the Abe”
Fetched the bill straight away
To return it to my grandad’s hand.


(True Story that happened in the 1960s)...

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Honest

Wrestler, self-taught lawyer, eloquent writer/orator, and man of integrity.

Son of Nancy Hank and Thomas Lincoln; beloved stepson of Sarah Bush.

Lover of books, animals and a good joke!

He felt empathy for the downtrodden and sadness, yet the need to persevere.

He feared slavery’s expansion, the collapse of...

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Abe’s barber, Chris, got so confused
because strong cold pills he’d abused.
Chris hacked up Abe’s haircut,
declared, “I’m NOT drunk, but
EYES fail me!” Abe was not amused.

“For Heaven’s sake!” Abe did exclaim.
“Glad you’re not a doctor. You’d maim
heads—not only head HAIR!”
If you want to be fair,
just don’t...

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When Honest Abe and Liar Trump
Ended up in the City Dump
Because it rained
Just one complained
Big Liar Trump, The Tweeting Grump...

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A memory so cold, its written in stone,
On a wall, out in washington, 
up a mountain of stairs, sits a man brass and boney, 
with a full chin of hair, 
he faught for equality, of both black and white,
a man out to change ones destiny,...

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WHOOF!
We are not all chasing our tails in the very same way
We are not all praying for the same thing every day
We are all just hopeful that he or she will come along
And we will find the embrace in which we belong

She’s chasing her tail...

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