Best Patriotism Poems
We gape at the sky
this Fourth of July,
as rockets ignite
to deal us delight,
while strangers unite.
I’m such a dope,
it gives me hope
that Nations torn
can be reborn.
Let God’s gifts
heal our rifts,
our esprit.
Let’s pray
we stay
free.
July 4, 2022
Diminished Hexaverse Poetry Contest Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Oh land of the free
And home of the brave, where are you?
Where is the torch that hearkens
The tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to be free?
When did freedom of religion
Become acceptance of
Only one religion?
When did freedom of speech only exist
When the listener and speaker agreed?
Why are we intolerant of extremists abroad,
But blindly follow extremists we call left or right?
When did news become fake news when it
Stated things that the listener did not like?
When did peaceful protests get vilified
And intimidation get glorified?
When did public servants
Stop serving the public?
When will equal justice truly be equal
despite race, culture, religion, and gender?
Is America, the beautiful
Truly beautiful
When we close our minds
And close our hearts?
Can we be proud to be American
And hate anyone unlike ourselves?
We argue over building
Physical walls,
But ignore
The spiritual walls and
The emotional walls
That we build
To silences differences.
My country, tis of thee,
My sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I plead.
Love your neighbor as yourself,
Forgive others as you were forgiven,
Clothe yourself in compassion, kindness, and humility,
For that is what will make America
Great again.
You stand there in your pride and raw beauty,
But don’t forget that caressing you is my decreed duty.
That warm and sturdy fabric my heart can feel,
Because of your humbling courage-stimulating appeal.
My arms are ardent by desire of your body to hold,
And with due grand and tender affection to neatly fold.
I pray you will always be a symbol of power for peace,
And a force for the oppressed to use to gain release.
No longer will you flutter like a vulture over divisions.
But flying o’er a land of unity with matchless decisions.
You give none of your glory to racist sexist bigot forays,
Since such tyranny abuses the favor of the Ancient of Days.
May the blue field of stars display its splendid raiment,
As the blue of our lakes and rivers reflect the firmament.
And our valor and devotion let the red stripes impart,
Reminding me of the red blood throbbing in my heart.
Lastly the white stripes symbolize mountain caps of snow,
Given its magnificence by the light of the daystar’s glow.
It floats o’er the expanse of the brave and fairest land,
A mighty responder for every just and proper demand.
When the oppressors are humbled and shackles burst,
Supporting the liberated our colors must be risen first.
The justice seeker knows this is not the end of the story,
But may God continue to bless the sway of Old Glory.
'Tis intangible
Unlike the spears and the guns
Of the daughters and the sons
Unconquerable
But partly they symbolize
Its abstraction ere our eyes
The time has passed by
And the world has also turned
From chaos into concord
Now we say goodbye
To old discrimination
Racism and commotion
There's a new picture
That appropriately depicts
Our genuine love and respect
For our own culture --
Raising our right hand to pledge
And doing our job with badge
Secrets of patriotism
Rests loudly in these pillars
Patriotism is in the air,
And sentiments high,
Cataclysm is over,
Liberation heaves a sigh!
Insufferable inequality,
Now is ineffable ecstasy,
Undeterred determination,
And honourable judiciary !
Providential independence,
Undisputed Unification,
Living to credence,
Spirit of nationalism!
All men created equal, by creator endowed with certain,
Unalienable rights- life, liberty and pursuit of happiness!
** last two lines have been taken from Abraham Lincoln's centrepiece of rhetoric ( in Gettysburg address of 1863) and is a well known statement on human rights
Written on 12/7/14
Contest- patriotism
Sponsor- Isaiah Zerbst
Awarded 3rd place
America is an idea
that "all men are created equal,"
before we cared to define "human", "created", or "equal."
America is freedom for our grandchildren
in a manner we will never understand.
It is the founding fathers who died for liberty.
It is the darker brothers who fought for justice from kitchens and pulpits.
It is the poor, the huddled masses,
And their children who have forgotten this.
It is green cards that become blue passports.
It is unlearning the language of our grandparents.
It is knowing how to pronounce Arkansas and Illinois
It is enjoying barbecues on somber national holidays.
It is unbridled enthusiasm.
It is unbridled arrogance.
It is rugged individualism;
It is passionate paternalism.
It is hellfire that scorches deserts.
It is a gust that has fanned flames.
It is a cool rain that puts out fires.
From sea to shining sea--
It is Manifest Destiny
from Louis and Clark to Wounded Knee.
It is Topaz, and McCarthy,
and hundreds of things we would rather forget.
It is D-day, and Neil Armstrong,
and thousands of things we forget to celebrate.
America is a dream that rings from the red hills of Georgia
to the curvaceous slopes of California
to New York Island.
It is patriotism;
it is progress.
It is the blind worship of our past.
It is red. It is blue.
It is red, white, and blue.
It is what half of us say it isn't.
I say it evolves constantly;
others say it was created in His image.
It is everything I hold dear;
it is everything that infuriates me.
It is the warmth that makes my eyes tear
when I hear the Star Spangled Banner
at football games,
on July 4th,
or on September 11th.
It is hope.
It is the promise of a better tomorrow.
It is what ever I am.
I, too, am America.
I am not going to forget myself
I am going to remember and find
Ever me in my country itself.
Venom resumes X 3
Suryas out of his basket indeed,
Even good boys are naughty, Sajni,
elevation creatonism,
mantra stance style,
the sun moons life,
he locks his eyes for an eternal rain dance,
chaos enveloped in tears from the sun,
cosmic comic stances that are silent,
the venom stillness of life,
under thunder blast compliance,
encounter my intellegence,
my imperfections,
venom resumes X 3,
vision,
prime modal,
infentile,
Surya is out of his skin,
he pees freely, and poohs slowly,
cautious very friendly,
screams X 3,
shout X 3,
venom X 3,
resumes X 3,
venom resumes X 3,
don't mention tantra to mantra,
Chandra,
everyone is listening,
even good boys are naughty,
even good boys go bad,
Chandra,
tell Rajni not to say any more mantras,
the town is out,
people are watching,
the sun will shout,
Surya X 3
Surya in gujarti means sun.
Chandra in gujarati means moon.
Rajni is name of an Indian man.
Tapasya means to run away for enlighnment in a jungle as pennance for bad deads in order
to aquire enlightment.
I'm going home to
Belize of my birth
Beat the drums
My fathers fashioned
Honk the horns
My brothers firmly hold
Strike up the band,
All a we da one.
I am home!
Not alone
You, me, everybody,
We make up this land
Generations strong
By the almighty sea,
East of our Belize.
*
I am dreaming the past
Past when KBC was the only station
Each morning started with the anthem of the nation
We had to know your intention
Before saying anything through the station
Each anchor had a level of education
While talent was just an addition
Any deviation
Captured the important attention
Of the head of the nation
Dreaming my past
Is all I want to do last
Streams of dreams I rather forget fast
Like dreams from my father
That choices have consequences
A grammatical sentence that became our sentence
Is every correctly stated statement correct?
This kind that litters my mind
Making me bitter
Tearing my heart into litres of tears
These dreams make me shy
Shy to try mention my name
My name that brings me shame
Shame I cant tame
Cant tame because my mind is lame
Tell me why my kind cant cry
When all I dream are tongues of fire
From gangs on hire
With orders from higher
Higher rot that burns like fire.
Dreaming that I cant have money in my pocket
Without getting something in their jacket
Vampires so scary
Scattered in my neighborhood
Thirsty for the last drop of my blood
Limiting my limitless potential
Potential so essential
For resource mobilization
With equal allocation not hurting expectation
For relocation before suffocation.
Dreams to revitalize my generation
A possible solution for this situation
In transformation of my nation
To grow without corruption
That is like sugar
Sweeter it becomes
And disaster it welcomes
But I dare dreams
Of peaceful elections
An end to preventable infections
Through certified injections
And an education without leakage
As a privilege
For everyone in my village
Laying my head on the pillow
Feels like my heart becomes hollow
From the beams of dreams that follow
Makes me want to jump from the window
And fall on the ground so low
Flickering pain into my bone marrow
Afraid it could happen again on the morrow
What do you see in your dreams?
Streams of dreams that my head cant keep
Make me wish for beams of dreams to turn the leaf
Of people who have a resolve and a belief
That we are better together
And we need each other
Without a bother
Of clannism
Of tribalism
Of racism
But a nation of inclusion
By implementation of all legislation
In word and spirit
Envisioned in our constitution
That beams our dream.
The coral crumbles, and paradise is overthrown in sand
And they pour the children into it like water upon tongues
What the breeze blows in my eyes cannot blind my tears
Your captains do not know the shoals like me, I dreamed awake
Among the reefs, before the breakers plundered everything
I long now to hold your rudder, but time has rot the ropey ladder
Night and day, high tides and low, I sob to mount the slippery deck
Where the tropic spray may slap may face and brace me to the plank
Until I dock the fairest ship in history's fairest weather
Patriotism
BY HEROLD OSMOND OWOSEB
As the rays of the sun fades away
A new form of reality comes of age
Sparkles of light come alive
And fill my bedroom window
It reflects the reality I face everyday
But amazingly I do not face it alone
On every street corner
And every bus stop
We share the same feeling
One word describes it, “Patriotism”
A sense of loyalty and pride
Pride in a beautiful, peaceful country
Namibia a flower along the streams
Filled with living water
Protected by a powerful Immortal King
A beautiful landscape
A place where the desert meets the sea
My country, Our country, Namibia 8 May 2012
The face of poverty knows no patriotism
The migrating birds and setting sun are patriot-free
A baby will suckle from a foreign mother's unpatriotic breast
Patriots carve imaginary lines across the globe
Patriots blackmail humanity into divisions of sinful pride
Patriots invade foreign lands with the excuse of defending their homeland
Spill patriots' blood with oil
Call for patriotism in the name of war and violence
Write patriotic verse to line the pockets of the wealthy
© Seeyam Brijmohun, 2015
I am so glad we all attended –
all were fired up and primed.
Though disagreements flared,
it is apathy that feels a crime.
So I am glad people cared
and had their views shared.
It is most amazing to me
how differently we see.
I must admit it is real,
how differently we feel.
I observe as growth objective
how we differ in perspective.
Now, after the election
we seek changes detection.
Now, upon my reflection
on the political game,
I believe that US strife
may stay life the same.
But is it not a sweet gift that in this rift
individualism showed its mechanism and
through all this election patriotism
we chanced learning our unique synergism?