Best Patriots Poems
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 been turning.)
U: “Their true agenda makes a good man cringe.”
Q: (Point out the fact that we’re still learning.)
U: “Shout it long and loud, we’re number one.”
Q: (So beware of all the blowhards braying.)
U: “There isn’t anything that we haven’t done?”
Q: (Scoundrel’s colors, too bold displaying.)
U: “Whatever’s wrong, we’ll make it right.”
Q: (They’ve torn the flag, the flag is fraying.)
U: “For our future’s looking awfully bright”
Q: (Can we comprehend the price we’re paying?)
U: “We’re so lucky to be living here.”
Q: (Stop all the pigs of privilege squealing.)
U: “We all love this land, so give out a cheer.”
Q: (Expose the truth that they’re concealing.)
U: “And those who don’t, they can leave today.”
Q: (That keeps the selfish interests stealing.)
U: “Well, they have nothing ever good to say!”
Q: (Then begin the long hard task of healing.)
U: “Cast out the cowards who lead us astray!”
Q: (True liberty is a field worth growing.)
U: “We know the best is yet to come. Hooray!”
Q: (Seeds of sacrifice are still worth sowing.)
U: “Lift up those glasses, now here’s a toast!”
Q: (Yes, question every course we’re going.)
U: “We’re the country that we love the most!”
Q: (Or a crisper wind will soon be blowing.)
Categories:
patriots, philosophy, political, satirelove, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
A SUPER BOWL WIN
I WILL FOREVER REMEMBER
CAPPED OF A SEASON
THAT STARTED SEPTEMBER
FEBRUARY FIVE
TWENTY SEVENTEEN
FOR SOME IT WAS HELL
AND OTHERS A DREAM
7 - NOTHING
THE GAME JUST BEGUN
A LOT MORE GAME
BEFORE THIS GAME IS DONE
14 - ZIP
AIN'T THAT A TRIP
I REFUSE TO BELIEVE
I MADE THE WRONG PICK
21-ZAP
CAN THE PATRIOTS COME BACK
IT MIGHT BE THE FALCONS
ARE ON THE RIGHT TRACK
21-3
THE PATRIOTS SCORE
FINALLY THE PATRIOTS
ARE ON THE BOARD
THE SECOND HALF STARTS
FALCONS RECEIVE
TO ME THEY SCORED
TOO EASY IT SEAMED
28-3
WHO COULD BELIEVE
MATT AND THE FALCONS
WOULD BEAT BILL AND BRADY
28-9
A MISSED EXTRA POINT
HE MUST HAVE BEEN DRUNK
OR JUST FINISHED A JOINT
25 POINTS
COULD THIS BE A RECORD
LET ME FINISH THIS PIZZA
AND CALL DR. PEPPER
28-12
LET'S KEEP IT GOING
I HAVE THIS FEELING
MOMENTUM IS GROWING
28-20
HOLD ON TO YOUR HATS
STILL LOTS OF TIME
FOR BRADY AND PATS
28-26
THEY WENT FOR 2 POINTS
PATRIOTS FANS
STARTED ROCKING THE JOINT
LET'S FLIP THIS COIN
START THIS O/T
THIS MIGHT BE A GAME
NO ONE BELIEVES
IT LOOKED LIKE A BLOWOUT
RIGHT FROM THE START
BUT AGAIN TOM BRADY
PICKED THEM APART
AND AGAIN LIKE SO MANY,
MANY TIMES BEFORE
BRADY MARCHED DOWN THE FIELD
FOR THE GAMES FINAL SCORE
02/05/2017
Categories:
patriots, adventure, character, endurance, football,
Form:
Light Verse
Patriots
Are the people
That never
Resort to
Injustice, in the name
Of their country.
They are independent thinkers
Supporting diplomacy, not Malevolence.
Categories:
patriots, appreciation, patriotic, tribute, truth,
Form:
Acrostic
(Just for fun, folks - and a nod to Old English)
Wat?!?
No jovial banter? No easy give-and-take of rivalry? Naught there be a good-natur'd ribbing between courteous competitors? Nay a rusty-edg'd petulance on propriety's behalf? No acrimonious innuendo f'r the sake of the game? Nay there a parry and thrusteth of verbal interaction, given eagrly in the hon'r of athletic engagement? Not yea a poison-ting'd barb-or-two f'r a corky adversary?
Ah well, I s'pose 'tis f'r the best, lest naught gallant Prince Brady springeth from the ramparts and striketh said foes to the quick . . . dark h'rse ye sayeth? Aye, I grant ye such, but such darkness yea the fires of Hades himself shant cleave in their most earnest reakoning, n'r shall thither be any who abscond the ire of it's somb'r intent.
Hearken ye anon to the soundeth of the armorer's accomplishments . . . the busy hammereth closing cold the rivets, as valiant Sir Thomas shall likewise closeth the lighteth from his foes' furth'r days. Seekest thou mercy? Dost thy heart thump with the rhythm of a calleth f'r clemency? Dost thy eyes endeavor to findeth the spark of benevolence in Prince Brady's gaze?
No one - nay, not yea I - can knoweth of such things . . . but ye can, as all creatures of similar acumen art apt, prayeth. Thou shalt findeth eventual attainment on thy boney knubs anyway, best prepareth f'r such ends willfully, hands clasp'd and eyes to the heavens . . . thy doom is thy salvation, as is the glint of Sir Thomas Patrick Edward Brady's salient blade!
Consid'rest thou admonish'd.
Categories:
patriots, appreciation, football, metaphor, old,
Form:
Free verse
(P)articipate and don’t be silenced
(A)ct on the facts and truth
(T)rust that we can overcome this
(R)ebuild our country together
(I)nteract in a positive supportive way
(O)vercome all this by unity
((T)reat each other with respect
(S)urvive by preparation and vigilance
Heidi Sands
12/7/19
Categories:
patriots, america, patriotic, people,
Form:
Acrostic
The grand army of the patriots
Climbed a mile high
'Twas trampled by some broncos
Who unstopping rode right by
Categories:
patriots, football,
Form:
Rhyme
Wat?!?
No jovial banter? No easy give-and-take of rivalry? Naught there be a good-natur'd ribbing between courteous competitors? Nay a rusty-edg'd petulance on propriety's behalf? No acrimonious innuendo f'r the sake of the game? Nay there a parry and thrusteth of verbal interaction, given eagrly in the hon'r of athletic engagement? Not yea a poison-ting'd barb-or-two f'r a corky adversary?
Ah well, I s'pose 'tis f'r the best, lest naught gallant Prince Brady springeth from the ramparts and striketh said foes to the quick . . . dark h'rse ye sayeth? Aye, I grant ye such, but such darkness yea the fires of Hades himself shant cleave in their most earnest reakoning, n'r shall thither be any who abscond the ire of it's somb'r intent.
Hearken ye anon to the soundeth of the armorer's accomplishments . . . the busy hammereth closing cold the rivets, as valiant Sir Thomas shall likewise closeth the lighteth from his foes' furth'r days. Seekest thou mercy? Dost thy heart thump with the rhythm of a calleth f'r clemency? Dost thy eyes endeavor to findeth the spark of benevolence in Prince Brady's gaze?
No one - nay, not yea I - can knoweth of such things . . . but ye can, as all creatures of similar acumen art apt, prayeth. Thou shalt findeth eventual attainment on thy boney knubs anyway, best prepareth f'r such ends willfully, hands clasp'd and eyes to the heavens . . . thy doom is thy salvation, as is the glint of Sir Thomas Patrick Edward Brady's salient blade!
Consid'rest thou admonish'd.
Categories:
patriots, analogy, football, fun, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
To be a true and pure and faithful evangelically zealous fundamentalist,
whether of good faith religions
or bad faith hatreds of other cultures and races and genders, etc.,
fascism and fundamentalism
are rooted in pre-linguistic literalism,
stories built from feelings of sacred orthodox senses
and secular notnot nonsenses,
But you should not need to be an anti-radical hater
to grow and nurture a rooted in fundamentals progressivist,
activist,
farmer,
colonizer,
missionary,
an over-zealous weed with monoculturing leadership intentions,
a xenophobic polyculture baiter,
or anti-pagan predator,
PostMillennial Crusader
for Christ or Allah
for Divine Totalitarianism or HateMongering Fascism,
for anyone or anything you truly believe
could become omnipotently healthy and sacred.
To become radical
requires going into pre-linguistic roots
of spirituality
as also embodied naturality.
To come from story-tellers and mentors
of the fundamentals for,
speakers and listeners to,
ecological parables
written in divine sunlight
and ultra-violet radiantly cosmic
octaved love-evoluting voice.
To become a patriotic loyalist
of and for,
by and through,
was and saw
We are not sufficiently acceptable,
not restorative agents for true justice and loyal peace,
not self or other optimizing ecopolitical outcome developers,
when we confuse patriotic with remaining prehistorically anti-matriotic,
anti-feminist WinWin Principles
of NonZero Sum Earth
as Fallen Eden
broken promise of Allah's ConJoining Paradise
of and for,
by and through,
saw and was
Polypathically polycultural (0)-Soul
nondualistic sacred through secular
multi-paradigmatically
developing cultures of sacred ecological health
which are also PostMillennial EcoPolitical CoOperatives
of and for
by and through
saw and was
This fundamentally sacred
radically secular
Prime Relational
bicameral as bilateral as binomial
You and Me
from the same co-incidental tragedy/notnot comedy
WinWin DoubleBound Appositional Tree
of (0)-SpaceTime
(0)-Tao RealTime
of and for
by and through
saw and was
Ego/Eco-Infinity.
Categories:
patriots, beauty, integrity, parents, passion,
Form:
Political Verse
Sometimes life is tragic, sometimes life is tough.
Always and forever sometimes aren’t enough.
Sometimes you might feel, and sometimes you express,
all of your hopes, fears; dreams; and thoughts of loneliness.
Sometimes you must sit other times take a stand.
Fighting for our rights, and all that we believe in.
Life is full of choices, but liberty isn’t free.
The pursuit of all our happiness,
comes down to you and me.
We have the right to just say no,
but most of us say yes.
A commitment of a couple years,
to always give our best.
“God Bless America” We shout from sea to sea,
everyone who comes here, makes up our family tree.
Just a simple country in the world, we always pass the test.
Again, and again, and again… To show that we’re the best.
Categories:
patriots, inspirational, passion, peace, life,
Form:
Lay
These times at hand are volatile,
We need faith and courage!
When Evil reigns,
Let Truth remain-
We need faith and courage!
When Danger enters Freedom's stage,
let men not live in vain!
We take our stand,
fight hand in hand,
let men not live in vain!
Our countries are not for their gain,
they can't control our land.
our freedom steal
with deceit's skill,
they can't control our land.
They come and then they make demands,
whose guile dictates at will.
We can't be caged
by Terror's rage
whose guile dictates at will.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.20 16
The Roundabout poem is a four stanza poem, with each stanza consisting of 5 lines. The poem is written in iambic and the lines have 4 feet, 3 feet, 2 feet, 2 feet and 3 feet respectively. The rhyme scheme is abccb/bcddc/cdaad/dabba. Roundabouts can be on any subject.
Categories:
patriots, courage, faith, patriotic,
Form:
Rhyme
The insurrectionists of January 6 are NOT patriots!
They are criminals of the lowest amoeba-types
Most patriots were at work improving the G.N.P.
Not carousing and malingering to air their gripes.
Can you imagine an American president colluding,
Encouraging rabble-rousers to storm the Capitol,
Giving tacit approval to hanging his vice-president?
In my opinion, his behavior was clearly lunatical!
And, he is still clamoring for the nation’s attention
Bloviating far and wide, spouting despicable lies,
I’m flabbergasted that so many are on his team
Celebrating and cheering on our nation’s demise.
A long-time presidential aficionado, I hasten to say,
That Donald Trump’s picture among our presidents
Is utterly disgraceful, a travesty of the worst kind,
He should be prosecuted to law's fullest extents.
Written July 30, 2022
Categories:
patriots, anger, how i feel,
Form:
Quatrain
We are all patriots
A man of few words
Is A Real American
Bespectacled Emotion
Soul Firmly In tatters
I will Not Pretend
I will Continue
To Posture
For What I Believe In
Categories:
patriots, allegory
Form:
Free verse
Our sages’ pages and wages
Fading, folding and falling
… the prodigals named and shamed
Categories:
patriots, people
Form:
Haiku
How great is our God! Let it be clearly understood
All Mighty is the Ascendent of all things Good.
He is restoring our suffering Nation
Through the strength of one immovable man
Who will not be swayed from the vision of greatness
God gave him for our beloved and cherished land.
From the beginning of Her inception we have held
The same heartfelt desire for Peace, Prosperity and Hope.
Our Vision of Freedom is released through sacrifice
Freely given from Patriots as Love flows from our souls.
To those destined to lead, the obstacles are made very clear,
Evil and madness embedded, entrenched never prevails.
Through weakness and fear, the Opposition tries to defeat us
With shocking and unnatural forces, and violent assails.
God sees every assault upon our Nation, Her people and land
By those falsely bleating their self-righteous and immoral stand.
They are dripping with venom and hatred for every good soul,
Yet our great God protects us against their raging vitriol.
He leads us upon the path of Righteousness as we follow His call
To defend our fractured Nation and keep Her safe for all.
How great is our God! He delivers us from evil,
Restores us with His Grace and renews our Hope and Trust.
We will not be conquered by the sins that abound
And accepted as normal by the far leftist hounds.
God is the Infinite Power that is steering our Nation now,
And we are forever grateful He is turning us around.
His principles strong, President Trump holds fast
To the morals and actions that keep America first.
No longer called the disgraced, degraded and deranged;
Never again will She be derogated, relegated the last.
How great is our God! Who has shown forth His Light
And raised a battalion of worthy leaders ready to fight.
United and hopeful, we stand as one, unafraid
Holding steadfast to the promises of Peace we have made.
From this moment forward we are resolute and strong.
Let “How Great is our God!” be our rousing anthem.
We, the ReUnited States of America, have a new victory song.
Categories:
patriots, america, celebration, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
As we rest weary on our soft beds of air,
Dreaming the DREAMS beyond, mortal compare.
Transversed wars and CONFLICTS, where no others would dare;
Done feats average AMERICANS see in their nightmares.
Carried our country's banners in foreign affairs;
Followed our bravest leaders in all types of warfare.
Saluted America's FLAG and recited the Lord's Prayer;
Never once did we ever falter, lag or despair.
Defeating our enemies on land, sea and air;
FREEDOM for each American - everywhere.
Categories:
patriots, america, hero, inspirational, patriotic,
Form:
Monorhyme