Heroism Poems - Poems about Heroism

UNSUNG 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;

Heroic

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

Humble Heroism

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

Heroism

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.

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The Tribute

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

Glory To Ukraine

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

Extreme Heroism

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

Smog of Vampyric Fume

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

I, Too, Sing America, and Did So In My Diapers

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

Poppy

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

Heroism and Cowardice

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.

For Those Thrust Into War's Maw

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

Because Her Heart Is Tender

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

Flight 93

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

Cowardice and Heroism

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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