Brave Poems - Poems about Brave

Patriot

I love the home of the free
I love the home of the brave
I love my freedom of speech
United States of America

brave steampunk bee couple escape

steampunk bee couple slipped out of the hive
Do you have the address? Three asked number five
If caught by the queen, neither would be alive
Drone soldiers came and they hid under a bus with one dive

Could they ever escape the queen’s querulous hive?
It was a conundrum that worried both three and five
They wondered if they would

The Color Brave

In a sea full of green, so wide and still,
Where every leaf leans to the wind’s will,
They whisper the rules in rustling tones,
“Grow alike, sway alike, don’t stand alone.”

But somewhere beneath that uniform sway,
A pulse beats red in a quiet display.
Not loud, not proud—just power contained,
A fire untouched, a soul unchained.

The green is safe, a

In Duty's Name - A Linking Pin Sonnet for Memorial Day

Duty calls from valleys deep and wide,
Wide like hearts where brave resolve does bide.
Bide the storms, through fire and endless rain,
Rain of trials met with a calm refrain.

Refrain from fear when darkness clouds the sky,
Sky holds hope where eagles dare to fly.
Fly with honor carved in steel and soul,
Soul forged firm in sacrifice and role.

Role

The Harmattan Winds Of The Incorruptible People

I’m talking about the beautiful country of Burkina Faso
Formally known as the Republic of Upper Volta, the newcomer on the plateau
The new country with a charismatic and highly competent young leader
Capt. Ibrahim Traoré, everybody is talking about this intelligent brother
Who is well articulated in French, English and other languages
Brother Traoré embodies what all young men

Be Brave

God can give you a brave and happy heart.
He has all creative power from the start.
Give Him all the pieces.
He will free you from the "leeches,"
Those things that leech-away your strength.
With sublime faith you can go the length
Of each day or night in peace and healing.
Like a child, fearless joy you will be feeling. 
Trusting,

Beyond the Label

“A geek!” they cry,
But I’m not a trend to pass by.
The teacher glances
A frown, a silent glance.

Laughter scatters like falling rain,
But I remain firm, unshaken.
Eyes roll, fingers point,
But in my heart, I won’t disappoint.

What they miss,
Is the fire within.
Worlds I build, dreams I chase,
I move forward with steady grace.

Call me a geek,
But what you speak
Is

Nature's Tapestry

A winsome weave, simple and real,
Warp and weft; a tight twill,
A weaverbird’s nest, strong and snug,
With soft crossways and tumphy tug.

Subtle cozy patterns, seldom revealed,
Cynical twists like waves unsealed,
The mirror of peafowl’s courtship field.

Matchless display by the peacock,
Dance elevated by love, rattle of feathers in rhythmic clock,
Enticing and dazing the hens, with a silent poise,
All

Cool Brave Breeze

last night so cold breeze 
weather like winter in spring
yet smooth and lovely

Dance Strong and Brave

  

"I come from great people, so I must do great things."

                                          

- Be Brave Billy -

        Believe in yourself
        don’t dwell in the past
        Until things become clear
        Sail your ship
        let the stars be

To Brave the Pen

What you don't know about writing
is that it doesn't know you, 
until the two of you are willing 
to stew a mess of your own -
brewing your blood's greatest enigmas
right down to its own bone marrow -
why not say hello,
at least?

Braving the Wild Waves

“Life is like a ship tossed on the wide sea 
to journey amidst sunshine and wild waves”.- by author.


                                    

Beautiful shore, brave heart

For Constance Contest: Eight Beautiful Lines
03/27/25

Mei is a Japanese ornamental tree with fragrant white and pink blossoms and small yellow fruits.

She strolls the shore swept by a cordial light
Her soul full of awe of the stately sky	
The dawn, blushed in pleasure, drones with delight,
Cheered by the colored blossoms of the Mei

Waves lap her feet in

Hundreds for Thousands

Rushing into the battlefield with all the might,
No turning back, fighting for what is right.
For the country, for the motherland,
Those hundreds for thousands, with rifles in their hand.
They have nothing, but memories of their loved ones,
All for their dearest motherland.

When we sleep in cozy beds, 
They sleep on cold-stricken ground 
When we eat heartily, they

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