Brave Poems - Poems about Brave

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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“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...

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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...

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

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

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

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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?...

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

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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...

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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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