Heroism Poems - Poems about Heroism

THE UNSUNG HEROISM As long as this Heroism remains Unsung, The miserable shall die miserable, The frustrated shall die frustrated, The disappointed shall die disappointed, And broken hearts shall never mend. Genuine Effort is the Unsung Heroism. It can grant your wishes in your wildest dreams; But most of times, even the best of Genuine Effort fails;...

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Maintain silence when anger straddles your heart. Words flung in fury morph into poisonous darts. Forgive slights, however burdensome they may be, Releasing hatred creates space for positive energy. Lower your gaze in modesty, humility, respect. Hubris caused a fallen angel to become a reject. Charity spread without expectation of reward, Often from the giver perils and disasters abort. Unconditional love in all...

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They think we are hopeless and hell-bound This poem is for all those who are held down Remember Season's change So don’t lose heart Because the path to justice will surface Humble heroism lives in you The sparkle of truth will be proof that The magnitude of perseverance Will travel through the darkness! Light cannot be lost So keep going and Remember that even though...

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Some do it for recognition; Some do it without hesitation. Anybody can serve, one does not need to have power. Sometimes, the rats even have more nerve where the tigers cower. Bitesize Poem no53 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Line Gauthier...

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Their mere weapon was their forbidden courage, hands barren with no armaments, no ammunitions, marching towards the proud valley of death, dedication born from their sempiternal dreams of a free land. Their bare weapon was their incessant patriotism integrated under a sensitise unique identity of "many in body, one in mind" regardless of...

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He called your nation a 'fiction' wishing you chaos and pain. Like a savage grizzly intent on your utter destruction. He thought, so naively, that you will buckle under his missiles' rain triggering a new biblical exodus. with a leader weak and tenuous playing the NATO blame game, harboring ambition of Soviet reclaim; took his cues from Hitler's pincer attack, backed by his convoy...

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In the reign of lies, speak verity, is an act extreme heroism... !...

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a smog of vampyric fume i walk into! with poison-darts and with mana of fire as weapons i penetrate the rugged soil of foe. my longbow of the Scythians hangs on my back and two mighty daggers are steady in my...

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I, Too, Sing America (and did so in my diapers!) by Michael R. Burch I, too, served my country, first as a tyke, then as a toddler, later as a rambunctious boy, growing up on military bases around the world, making friends only to leave them, saluting the flag through veils of tears, time and time again ... In defense of my...

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Your wonderful presence Lifting our eyes From the mud of the field To the freedom of skies. In this turbulent world, And I know it's been said; There is beauty in nature, Your petals so red. For the blood of the fallen We're reminded by you That the bravest have fought For the righteous and true As I gaze to the future My hope always shall...

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Heroes and cowards share one thing in common. Both Are Very Afraid. Neither wants to do what needs to be done, but the hero does it anyway....

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For Those Thrust into War's Maw by Michael R. Burch This poem is dedicated to Harvey Stanbrough, an ex-marine who was nominated for the 1999 Pulitzer Prize and has written passionately and eloquently about the horror and absurdity of war in “Lessons for a Barren Population.” No, I will never know what you saw or what you...

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Because Her Heart Is Tender, for Beth by Michael R. Burch She scrawled soft words in soap: “Never Forget” dove-white on her car’s window (though the wren, because its heart is tender, might regret it called the sun to wake her). As I slept, she heard lost names recounted, one by one. She wrote in sidewalk chalk: “Never Forget!” and kept her...

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Flight 93 by Michael R. Burch I held the switch in trembling fingers, asked why existence felt so small, so purposeless, like a minnow wriggling feebly in my grasp ... vibrations of huge engines thrummed my arms as, glistening with sweat, I nudged the switch to OFF ... I heard the klaxon's shrill alarms like vultures’ shriekings ... earthward, in a stall ... we...

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Cowardice and Heroism, both share one thing in common. The coward and the hero are both very much afraid. Neither wants to do what needs to be done, but the hero just happens to do it anyway....

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