Best March Out Poems

Day-like nights
By Luxu

The car wheels roll over
The Horn sounds wildly
The street lamp has its claws
A Vaunted fake moon
Shakes the half of the sky with light
 
The night sobs behind the hills
Stars hide away
People love the light
Better than the dark
The days are stretched like people themselves

A...

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U: “March out, arm in arm, Americans all.”
Q: (Keep freedom’s fires stoked and burning.)
U: “Unfurl Old Glory while we heed the call.”
Q: (Tell the truth to all the young ones yearning.)
U: “Take back your land from this lunatic fringe.”
Q: (With all the corners that we’ve...

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The beat is so enchanting

as we march out of the rising sun

arm in arm, facing all our fear

dancing to songs we only hear

we skip along together

on days we truly treasure

playful touches, silly faces

with you life is so much fun

midnight strolls along the sea

as happy as...

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Almost a century ago
Innocent blood was spilt
Almost a century ago
But there remains the guilt

The world must acknowledge
The Armenian genocide
The blood won’t wash away
There is no place to hide

One million and a half
Of Armenians met death
Their hopes and dreams extinguished
Gone out with their last breath

The women...

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ANOTHER GRADUATION

Another graduation!  The seniors walk the aisle,
They stop and face the audience, they pose there with a smile.
Another graduation!  Their school years now are through,
They have a great decision now just what they will do.
They reach for their diploma, and someone shakes...

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Writing this letter
As I'm sitting in my company.
We're about to march out
To keep our country free.
Dear mother at home,
I love you.
Don't ever doubt
I do.
I miss you
Be safe and sound.
Love, your soldier
From a small town.
Talking to you on the phone
From thousands of miles away.
I can't bring...

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A pendulum swings 
Right, left, right, left
A bomb flies out and there is no life left to detect

A pendulum swings 
Left, right, left, right 
A new born baby is being delivered tonight

A pendulum swings
Right, left, right, left
The troops march out to this bloodshed dressed 

A...

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Timidity ran all over me, 
I got frightened for the day
Corpers march out of the camp
Bidding service to their homeland bye
A compulsory year for “ajuwaya”. 

Of waste to many 
Of hilarious time out to some
Of acculturation to others
Of enslavement in a glorified den.

With the inscription...

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Two little boys march out of doors to play.
The blue and cloudless sky won’t be denied.
But puddles still remain from yesterday
When crashing thunder caused them both to hide.

The rain has filled the sandbox like a flood
And so they jump and splash and soak their shoes.
Their...

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Footprints by the river’s edge,
     leading close around the bend,
Leave behind the memories
     of young days that came to end.
Whispers on a morning’s breeze
     have sprung forth from river’s run,
They carry the promises
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Thirty-two imperfect kisses march out across the very first page of a scattering 
Of another lover's love letters.
A book which, read cover to well-loved cover in an hour or so, 
Contains unimaginable sadness and unabridged despair,
But undeniable love, too, much like our own.

My Love, my...

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Sixteen years he’s graced this Earth,
many challenges, but also mirth,
so frigging smart, like off the charts,
I know he’ll capture many hearts,
but troubled still, with many pains,
hope he’ll shed those invisible chains,
and march out into this great world,
band a-playing and flags unfurled,
ready to take his place...

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Refugees came running from Hitlers rule
Save these victims from a death so cruel!
"Never again!" were the words they muttered
"We must defend our land" soon they uttered 

Building your home on someone else's land
Planting your flag within Palestine sand
It was your plan, to steal and then...

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Marching together, instep, one by one,
heeding our country's call of duty.
Sixteen of us following the beaten trail,
one traveled by many of our band of brothers.
Three divisions of us are already there,
feeling, seeing, the horror of the front line.
Not sure of the rest of the boys...

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Back in seventeen eighty-one
The revolution hit hard times,
Britain had taken Charlestown
And at Camden had crushed the lines

Of General Horatio Gates,
Leaving nobody to resist,
Except the Swamp Fox Marion
Who alone was able to persist.

South Carolina had fallen,
And Cornwallis was marching north,
The patriots had to stop him,
But could...

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