Patriotic Freedom Poems

In a land where kings once ruled, a new voice emerges at dawn. It's a quiet call, but clear, a reminder of a duty reborn.

A...

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I grew up blind
The kind that fades away with the gaping eye of knowledge
word on the tip of every patriotic tongue was independence
Little did my...

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Each fold recalls our first thirteen territories—
   The first for the soldier’s life and those they defend.
The second for their hopes of heavenly...

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In a world where respect is scarce,
Where voices scream, hearts bear the scars,
There lies a dream of peace and grace.
Where freedom reigns in every space.

The...

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My flag is not black n white with a blue streak 
My flag is not a field of white stars n scars of machine guns
My...

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The push of a pawn
Honor awaits 'neath my flag
Over the green board....

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Britain thought that they were tough-
told us what to speak,
pay your taxes and shut up-
just how it shall be.

Born in the woods,
for our families trained...

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"Oh beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain."

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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...

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Comes the time when freedom expires
The gathering need of a patriotic cabal
One chancing upon such surely inquires
In time meaningful writing on the wall
Utmost secrecy Freedom...

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A covered bridge across a lake
Spanning decades without break
A steadfast soldier tried and true
Never querulous, sans ado

Yet those who trod across its planks
Never gave a...

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Old Glory
     Updated Story
       Banner Still Waves Free

     Stars 'n Stripes
...

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People flying white papers with no words 
For the truth is plain to see 
Against the red flag stained with blood 
Once trapped in caves...

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Thanksgiving is a uniquely American holiday
Hearkening back to the days of the pilgrims,
Giving thanks for a bountiful harvest this way.

Over the centuries, celebrated by millions,
A...

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When I mark my ballot
I make certain of the ink...
it is always red to me!
Each stroke, a limb – 
each downward pressure
an attempt at stopping
the...

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