Best Omaha Poems
Bloody OmahaMidnight June the 5th 1944 me and my buddies departed Weymouth and put out to
sea
To smash through Hitlers eastern wall to liberate Europe and make her once again
free
We knew some,most of us wouldnt be coming back
As we neared Omaha beach at 4am we...
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Categories:
omaha, death, history, loss, places,
Form:
Rhyme
The Ghosts Behind the Graves On Omaha BeachThey were young then, now they would be old men looking across an empty beach, the sun at their back; for many this would be their last day to grow old; dead in the water; dying on the sand of Omaha Beach.
Memories.
Three long hours smashing...
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Categories:
omaha, death, dedication, hero, history,
Form:
Narrative
OmahaOMAHA
Peaceful solitude, stoic patriots share.
Pure white rows atop lush lawns of virgin green.
Guards of Omaha at Colleville sur Mer
Young souls bartered when feckless old minds convene.
Wresting just liberty for lifetimes to be
Brave hearts manned the boats for fate destined to share.
Glory would leap from tales...
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Categories:
omaha, courage, fate, war,
Form:
Sonnet
Omaha BeachWhere once Normandy's coast resounded with the din of war,
Now is heard the thunder of the surf racing t'ward the shore.
Where once was heard the screams of dying and wounded men,
Now is heard the mournful cry of a solitary tern now and then.
In June of...
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Categories:
omaha, warmen, men,
Form:
Rhyme
Omaha S U NV I V E R E N T strip malls
Morphing into
T O M O R R O W ' S
V A C A N T parking lots.
Silent and neglected
F O R E V E R
protected,
By a weeping
S K Y-D...
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Categories:
omaha, cool, culture, deep, eulogy,
Form:
Free verse
Ellies Omaha GameSaturday I was invited to Ellie’s Omaha game
Even though I lost I’m glad I came!
The group of 10 were lots of fun
Especially when Jerry’s yarns were spun!
“Big O” it’s called and it can drive you nuts!
In order to win you’ve gotta have guts!
I’ll play again...
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Categories:
omaha, fun, games, people,
Form:
Rhyme
7:50, 12-31-87, OmahaThe world keeps turning,
The sun keeps rising,
Cold wind blows from over the horizon,
Blows across the planet to smite me.
Getting dressed this a.m. in the boreal dark
I heard an AM station from Chicago---
Driving to work in the arctic morning
I listened to a song about Brooklyn---
After another...
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Categories:
omaha, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
Oh OmahaOh! Omaha what with your Woodman Tower
Not covered what it's higher First National Bank
As the mighty Mo!
Missouri River separates Nebraska and Iowa
Two strong mighty buildings that towers
That touch just below the clouds floor
Oh! Nebraska's biggest metropolitan City
12/13/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr...
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Categories:
omaha, analogy, city, community,
Form:
Light Verse
The Omaha GateLost in a card game
that others would pass
I feel the time slowing
while covering fast
A dim all-night roadhouse
blue plate of regret
whose neon but flickers
my hunger to bet
A pot full of memory
has come unannounced
with bare knuckled waging
I raise every doubt
But the road’s calling silent
its direction...
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Categories:
omaha, faith, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
November 20th 2021st In OmahaNovember 20th 2021st
Walgreen’s parking lot, Omaha Nebraska
7:30 p.m.
Police in cars have stopped pursuing Gang Member A aka GMA.
A young woman’s car door gets pulled open.
GMA yells “Get the F……. out!”
She thinks he is joking.
He grabs her and throws her out of the car.
It is HER...
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Categories:
omaha, granddaughter,
Form:
Narrative
THE EVER DWINDLING FEW - USA versionTHE EVER DWINDLING FEW - USA Version
Beach Omaha
At Omaha an old man stands and limps down to the shore,
Where on this sand he crawled and ran so many years before.
The skirl of pipes still in the...
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Categories:
omaha, america, beach, conflict, history,
Form:
Rhyme
The Higgins BoatThe Higgins Boat
gray-green heaving seas
men retching and gagging
oh Lord don’t let me die
Jesus let me live to go home
rancid smell of sweat and urine
putrid scent of soiled pants
could I make it
could I survive
will I do my duty
salt spray crashing into the boat
sobs for mother
muffled explosions...
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Categories:
omaha, war,
Form:
Free verse