Best Day Of Remembrance Poems
In essence the unconscious mind,
Reveals all knowledge for mankind.
To pursue dreams, each vision brings,
Then soar above the earth on wings.
We navigate uncharted shores,
In oceans deep, mankind explores.
Now Astronauts walk on the moon,
And vaccines keep us all immune.
While seeking methods,to ensure,
Research disease to find a cure.
Now if we want to travel far,
There's railways, aeroplanes, or car.
Some might say, it's so much finer
Cruising on an ocean liner.
Or any time we are alone,
Our friends can call by mobile phone.
And television let's us share,
Events worldwide, in our armchair.
We speak with words for to converse,
But language sometimes can be terse.
In truth some minds are always blind,
With grandeur of a certain kind.
As mankind shows his cruel face,
Destroying life, to his disgrace.
By wars that escalate unchecked,
Whilst innocents, their lives are wrecked.
For Peacemakers, they clutch at straws,
To find someway to end those wars.
Their supreme efforts are in vain,
No changing minds of those insane
It seems that only peace can be,
In virtual reality.
4/22/2016.
For the Innate Magnetism poetry contest.
Sponsor. Unseeking Seeker.
Date of contest end.
Friday November 11th 2022.
Armistice Day of Remembrance.
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A sad day of remembrance
awaken in the hours of the nights
praying and searching for answers
nobody is reachable
during the time of the sympathy
the people gather to pay their respects
later on in the journey of life
you find yourself neglected
where are they? You are alone
everyone's has gone
you find yourself continue in praying
God give me grace
after all, is over
loved one is gone
cover me oh Lord, in your arms
life is hard to move on
time passes by, the tears and cries
God can see you through
for all that you do
trust in God with all of your heart
you are never alone
although everyone has moved on
God sits high on the throne.
~Praying For Love~
(Linked)
Praying for Love
P
Love in this world
R
World God can change
A
Change with His love
Y
Love Lord can bring
I
Bring in all hearts
N
Hearts be transformed
G
Transformed by love
F
Love, no more hate
O
Hate evil, wrong
R
Wrong, sad, destroys
L
Destroys earth, souls
O
Souls, break hearts men
V
Men need praying
E
Praying for Love.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
September.10.2016
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
~Author's Notes:
" The Linked" is a poetry style created by Erich J. Goller, in 2008.
-For 9/11 Day of Remembrance. Observing tomorrow the 15th anniversary of the September. 11. 2001 terrorist attacks.
~Praying For Love~
(Linked)
Praying for Love
P
Love, in this world
R
World Lord can change
A
Change with His love
Y
Love, hope, peace, brings
I
Bring in all hearts
N
Hearts be transformed
G
Transformed by love
F
Love, no more hate
O
Hate evil, wrong
R
Wrong, sad, destroys
L
Destroys earth, soul
O
Soul, break hearts men
V
Men need praying
E
Praying for Love.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
January.14.2017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
~Author's Notes:
The "Linked" is a poetry form or style created by Erich J. Goller, in 2008.
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
-A tribute piece for 9/11 Day of Remembrance. Observing the 15th anniversary of the September. 11. 2001 terrorist attacks.
Who could forget what happened on that unsuspecting and sunny day,
when no visible clouds drifted over the Twin Towers?
Little after midnight, the cool rain adds to the melancholy
of the descending angels; and I join them in prayer to remember the tragedy!
This should be a day of remembrance, not of hatred for the ignoble acts
the wicked committed, but would God accept unkindness instead of merciful deeds?
They called it another day of infamy,
and like Pearl Harbor we were taken by surprise;
that was an attack aimed at the military,
but on September 11 the terrorists attacked the civilians!
It seemed like lightning striking down sturdy trees,
and then fire broke out with smoke trails of a thousands feet;
" O my God! ", every employee screamed...quickly running down
the stairs engulfed by fire...causing an indescribable chaos everywhere!
" Take my hand, I will lead you to safety! " the firefighter said to the coughing woman.
" Hold onto my arm! " the policeman yelled out to the frail man,
who had dropped his eyeglasses and couldn't see!
Every firefighter and policeman acted like them, rescuing many without fearing death;
and hundreds of them, that awful morning, never returned home alive...
what a tragedy for their families that watched in horror and couldn't help!
Who wouldn't remember the courage of their noble and willing hearts?
And furthermore, who wouldn't engrave their valorous names on plaques and monuments?
Up above, by the gates of Paradise...Christ and His Father awaited them to accept their souls;
while archangels surrounding God's throne, sung hymns that humans couldn't sing...
those hymns that all the earthly heroes will sing with them when Heaven mourns again!
Their portraits, pictures and memorabilia hang above the fireplaces,
and on the decorated walls of the victims' homes, precincts and firehouses;
how could anybody take them down as they were worthless items?
Prize them more than gold or diamonds, o friends grieving that tremendous loss even today;
don't hate those who caused you sorrow and unbearable pain, be forgiving and show mercy...
as God does toward us; o friends remember your heroes for their valor and sacrifice!
My poem is dedicated to the victims and survivors of the September 11 attacks on America.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
On this day of remembrance,
To give thanks for what we own,
Many are much more somber,
And sadness is the tone.
I can sit here and ponder,
All that I don’t have,
Or choose to put on joy,
Like an ancient herbal salve.
We all have a perspective,
That we view our lives from,
Sanguine or naysayer,
The contented and the glum.
I may have few possessions,
Noteworthy wealth in my life,
But I have riches like a king,
In people like my wife.
My life may be in turmoil,
As chaotic as a twister,
But family is my anchor,
In the love of my two sisters.
I have a roof over my head,
And meals three times a day,
I have the understanding of family,
As I rest, write and play.
My body desires to fail me,
And at times my mind gives way,
My thoughts often hazy,
And melt like warm sorbet.
My family has a value,
That surfeit gold cannot compare,
And regardless of possessions,
I have nothing to despair.
Upon this day of thanks,
While food conceals the table,
Take time to love your family,
While you still are able.
Warren Wurzburger
November, 2010
From the eyes of Shangri-la and words indited in bulletin
spoken by bellwethers and imagery on broadcasts
Felt the passing of breaths and federation menace.
The scourge abided by cause of hooliganism
By a group of libertine,
Held, ye plot to an affright baker’s dozen bams.
He who fended collared gravely, and he who
Fathered, headed for the hills.
Passing of breaths and the devour city
Bellowing mother’s cry and bemused father
The helpless baby yet addled with a smile.
The speechless contrarian and the stock market blues
Mongers fall back and the bollywood whodunit.
Queried world and hastening federations
The eventual address to make for red alert.
Staked City and yet another lionize attack
To their day of remembrance on the cause of vandalism
Dawdled to a tetrad later
Abided by the juvenility of their community
Held, ye plot to an heptad bams.
Office hour rushed shush dead to the world
Aghast citizenry and deplorable family
Her plighting husband to return and son’s oft exacts
Left apart for an unknown time.
Ruled by terrorism, shame upon faith
Around-the-clock yet another hark back
Abided by the army of pure
Held, ye plot to tenner explosions.
Challenges taken were overwhelm
An arrest bore witness
Yet,
From the eyes of Shangri-la and words indited in bulletin
spoken by bellwethers and imagery on broadcasts
Felt the passing of breaths and federation menace.
“The Nazi’s had no value of life,
They neither understood it,
Nor did they reckon it merited any value,”
My dad objectified at the table,
One Remembrance Sunday,
When I was young.
Although November the 11th,
Was inaugurated by King George the V,
In 1919, just after World War I,
As a day of remembrance of the Great War,
We use it as a day on which,
We can consider both wars,
And, for some, any war.
The King never wanted again,
To see any more bloodshed between nations,
And so rendered it as our choice,
By making it the people’s contemplation.
We must remember their resilience,
Their hope in the face of certain death;
Tirelessness embroidered in tears,
Their well considered bliss in pallid gloom.
Fight and figure jostled the in-education,
Of the German’s thirst for war, power and dictatorship;
And truth flamed in our side,
Until by our character we succeeded.
That valour is perhaps passed on to us,
The kids of future generations,
Because from our older relatives,
We can understand how they fought.
With this bravery, we need to cultivate,
Trust, love and understanding between nations,
Between our foreign neighbours and friends,
So that killing and maiming is not a possibility.
Note: Every year the government sets aside a Day of Remembrance for the
Holocaust. This year it is the first week of May. Please share this with everyone so
that none of us or our children ever forget.
They rounded us up one day in the rain
Herded us into a cattle-car train
We were just Jews, it was simple and plain
The pain – we must always remember
When the train stopped there were so many dead
Ushered into two groups, tears were all shed
Weak ones culled out and away they were led
That said – we must always remember
None of this ever has made any sense
Staying alive in good health our defense
We'd spend every day praying out by the fence
Consequence – we must always remember
At night we would gather and in silence we pray
Pray that we make it through one more day
What tomorrow would bring – no one could say
Today – we must always remember
Each morning we’d line up; they’d walk down the rows
Deciding who lives; deciding who goes
Each morning we’d pray that we weren’t one of those
God knows – we must always remember
And the stench in the camp from the ovens by noon
Reminded us all of our impending doom
Relief from this hell-hole could not come too soon
Repugn – we must always remember
There were thousands of us left back in the damp
In our bunks, in the ovens, or the cattle-car ramps
And surviving this ordeal left its own stamps
The camps – we must always remember
So each year we gather on Remembrance Day
To honor the loved ones who have passed away
And the horrible price that they had to pay
We pray – we will always remember
During an early stroll, did you notice a bird leaving his nest
in search of his pretty mate? But he will not wander off
more than a mile, if the first raindrop lands on his crest;
morning after morning...he'll take another flight over the cliff
chirping, " No season is alike spring over the breezy reef! "
The flower-picker, like a floating butterfly, searches for flowers
that grow in fields by a river and she'll sell them from door to door
to buy herself black high heels and a stylish long, red dress;
yesterday she sang, " No season is alike spring, smell the lively air!"
Today wearing those shoes and dress: she resembles fabulous Cher!
The town's square is a sea of solemn faces, a band plays a patriotic song
and being a day of remembrance, veterans take off their hats;
widows cry remembering their loss, others sympathizes them and sing along...
" No season is alike spring when flowers decorate monuments! "
Ah, this is a spectacle for the faint of heart...I must shed tears!
When sunrise makes meadows gleam and every bell joyfully rings,
one recalls that it took immense love to create that brilliant scene...
and all He asks of us is that we believe and offer prayers,
but night is for us to contemplate when all is silent and serene,
"No other season is alike spring with a sky so crystalline!"
FEASTING
We feast on many occasions
And are happy to celebrate
Weddings and birthdays remember,
And others that fall on some date.
At Christmas and Easter we indulge
With feasts and picnics galore.
Anzac's a day of remembrance
Of the war on Gallipoli's shore.
If we could create another day
And give to the world access
We'd be inviting all to feast
At a banquet of happiness.
Imagine what would happen
If no anger or frowns in sight,
The effect would be dramatic
If we had such an appetite.
There'd be no feasting restrictions
From this banquet of happiness.
You can smile laugh and enjoy
A day you'll remember and bless.
A banquet like this could spread
Like a virus so hard to remove,
If feasting for more than one day
The world would surely improve.
So cheer up, choose to be happy
Come to this banquet that's free.
A smile speaks in all languages,
Try it and you'll be a devotee.
Copyright © Vivien Wade April 2017
Memorial Day – 2023... origin of holiday
Strong and brave men and women
gave their level best
crème de la crème strongest and bravest
leaving grieving significant others
with emotional agony within treasured chest
o'er the redoubt the the enemy did crest
where lovely bones of forebears for everest
dead bodies strewn across killing fields
hostility among warring factions finessed
forsook their lives eternal peace they rest
honored and revered succumbed mortal
electric kool-aid acid test
though I question if sacrificed life
worth a spit of land to wrest.
Now pardon ma faux pas
from dis po' pa try'n 2b sleek
line six starting here necessitated minor tweak
a reasonable rhyme rhyme,
where sense and sensibility weak
Officially called Decoration Day
proclaimed on 5 May 1868 by General John Logan
first observed on 30 May 1868
Waterloo N.Y. officially declared the birthplace
by President Lyndon Johnson in May 1966.
though seven and nine tenths score years
since (minor emendation regarding time frame
since original date I crafted poem)
Appomattox, a psychological balm
helped stitch frayed nation to calm
served as silent psalm
since bombardment at Fort Sumter qualm.
National holiday most adept
at uniting Civil War fallen soldiers
when fiercely armed as brother in arms crept
against opposing forces, which took
by surprise “enemies” or found inept
ill prepared troops with surprise mortal
blow which ambushed attackers leapt
mowing down valiant soldiers, thus
becoming slain grooms who eternally slept
sorrowful lamentable hymns from
widowed brides tears wept.
Cease fire that day
terminating internecine flay
o’er mounds of earth whence
bones o boys donned blue or gray
a day of remembrance for those
who died in our nation's service lay
celebrated this last Monday every May
one must know tis not about division
boot about reconciliation
and sacrifice brave heroes did pay,
the price of their lives for granted
freedoms enjoyed as american lee-way.
Forsooth, now we cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.
Pairs of boots sit empty
They no longer wear a shine
For they now are covered
With blood, dirt, and grime
The owners always knew
They could lose their life in war
Still they stood tall and proud
When their oath they swore
Many have gone before them
And more will surely die
Leaving behind loved ones
Who question and wonder why
They knew the risks they could face
When called upon to serve
To go and fight a battle
Freedom to preserve
They wore the uniform proudly
To their country they were true
They gave their all without question
For the red, white, and blue
Family, friends, and countrymen
May never understand
Why so many had to spill their blood
On the grounds of foreign land
The only reason to be given
Is they answered duty's call
All of them gave some
Some of them gave all
I hope you will remember all who died
In the air, on land, and sea
They were brothers and sisters in arms
They were a family
A day of remembrance approaches
For those who died as they fought
Freedom was never free
With their blood it was bought
So as you watch Old Glory
Wave in the breeze
Remember those whose blood
Watered the tree of liberty
THIS DAY OF REMEMBRANCE
ON THIS DAY, MANY MANY PRAYERS
ON THIS DAY OF JULY THE 4TH
WORDS TO SAY THIS DAY.
YEARS AND YEARS
SOME TEARS AND TEARS
JULY THE 4TH
THINGS WENT FORTH.
A day in the park
as she walked in the dark
a day of remembrance
shining stars shimmering
rolling stones, nights of the moon
sunshine brights
lights in the making
deep blue sky
awaken
not shaken
the stars as they shine
valentine and flowers
state of the mind
a romantic evening out
dinners and passionate sights
he wept tears
scenes so beautiful
vacationing days out
as they both arrived in Paris
riding on a carriage, now married
a genuine love beyond
new life begins.