Honor Poems - Poems about Honor

“A wise woman wishes to be no one’s enemy; a wise woman refuses to be anyone’s victim.” - Maya Angelou The infamous feminist and activist Maya Angelou She was a powerful force to recon with and to...Read the rest...

From the sweat flowing down the laborer’s brow, the cuts and callouses etched into their hands, to the steely determination engrained on their furrowed faces, freedom was born and fed. As such they should be given the same respect...Read the rest...

My Father's Dream A wide and vast horizon beckons me to enter there where oceans echo ancestral voices and gulls paint images in the air. The Saxons and Angles, Hansas and Norse of Hamburg, Oslo, Kiel and Gdansk flows...Read the rest...

A name means nothing ...Read the rest...

Foreshadowing all my needs, My wants are to vague My honor is wide Nothing left for true reason Insanity is my cave ...Read the rest...

He is looking so cute moving around in his orange jumpsuit The cops are pulling him around, taking him to where destiny is bound But he was not ready to go and abandon the popular show, it...Read the rest...

Thurgood Marshall comes to mind terrorists domestic forcing an honor student to bring the family personal computer to school to hack into the families personal information corrupting files corrupting the american family the fundamental hardship...Read the rest...

Deus Volt I scream by my brother's side, a distinct bell rings measuring 39mm wide, high stepping over the deconstructed rubble, klashnikov volley is what's giving us trouble, our advancement through the city begins to slow, primary and secondary left...Read the rest...

Standing here in the sand Ready with full back pack I'm facing this vast sea Unthinkable but with courage Waiting a boat for a trip At the other side of this island For loved visit and fun adventures On this way i...Read the rest...

Heroes, will never be defeated~though every foe and enemy, try by word and gun, to quelch their outstanding greatness! ...Read the rest...

It don't hurt. —Johnny Thunders, lead guitarist of The Dolls, last words My ancestors are made of malt and barley, barely a drop of water left— Midas in jorts and Nikes, overplaying hands, turning...Read the rest...

Once at my lowest, yet I stride, With the poise of a boss, I take my pride. Light beckons softly at the tunnel's end, In lands of the blind, the one-eyed man...Read the rest...

We are as we were before, But you inspire me more. Any real poet knows you're with us or against us, Together we're one. The world will wonder what's wrong, When our work here is done. We honor the new, We honor...Read the rest...

In the tongues of a July hellfire arson, he couldn't breathe, became fallen in the flames. A hero of life, his undying duty immortal, the alarm still sounds. As his brethren salute him, stand, honor him ~ his funeral procession draws near, still eternally...Read the rest...

On our wedding day, the summer was beginning to fade away, but autumn had not taken over the world. The sky opened and dropped a few tears of happiness onto the church rooftop while we...Read the rest...