Patriotism Poems - Poems about Patriotism

AS THE FLAG UNFURLS* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the flag unfurls, its colors bold against the waking sky— each star, each stripe a testament to pride, honor, and patriotism. pride, not a shield, is a bridge, linking the stories of brave soldiers, those who once fought in battlefields, their shadows etched in the soil, their courage a whisper in the rustling leaves. honor is a compass, etched in...

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You would pardon insurrection -freedom to mob, good people; while pouring ICE on immigration -Free rides National Guarded Rebellion Breached Vigilante Patriotism Rebellion Protest Discontent Nonviolent Rebellion While pouring ICE on immigration Free rides -National Guarded, you would pardon insurrection -freedom to mob, good people ...

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Red and white glory freely flies Mapleleaf, strong and proud, framed by bright blue skies From glacier fjord to mountain stream Over fields of gold and trees of green Nothing is more beautiful to see Than that red maple leaf flying free The simple flag is our greatest treasure, Heralding a nation beyond measure There is nothing I would rather be than an honored...

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(Dedicated to the Filipino Youth) Our years of youthful yonder— carry the mark of strength and beauty. Like ancient, unwavering mountains, no force can shake us, no storm can bend us. Our years of noble sacrifice — bear the weight of wisdom and menace. Like the clever, tireless ant in summer daze, Rizal’s pen a throne of heroes’ embrace. Our years of patriots and...

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On a wave of crimson, he surfs with glee In flag shorts waving, proud and free With a grin that shines, he smiles and soars A surreal sight, America’s roar © daniel miltz...

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The parents whose 12-year-old son was just laid to rest From spraying bullets exploding in his young body’s chest The father whose daughter was tortured and raped By monsters initiating in a criminal gang She will never see her fourteenth birthday The shopkeeper, who after taxes is barely making his life’s wage And totally depends on the paltry money his hard...

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Lord knows she isn’t perfect but she’s better than the rest. And I always find her beautiful even when she is a mess. She has her faults and failures but I love her anyway And I thank the good Lord for her each and every day. Now, some might call her haughty and resent the fact she’s there. Some might...

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Is it true that zombies or monsters or vampires or dragons are patriotic or somewhat somehow just nightmares about the moon- if it is colonising or is it because sometimes media is for instance fantastic or mysterious icon or emblem?....

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If you can get the name, Even if you attain fame, If you regard it as yours, one and only, Can you claim it loudly? If you can bring your zone completely under control, If you know you will survive till your downfall, If you have the same appetite as you had before, You are not unknown and unnamed anymore. I can sense...

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What is more than Greater than love Of one's country....

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I wish if I have to be part of the deal wish also a wish of patriotism like never to betray here or near or whatever rumors?, do you know how wide is the border or bother?, Do you know moon before the earth...

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Our desecrations, burning Old Glory ~ sad exchange for soldiers' blood ...

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It is a fine day to laze in the grass And to think about that beautiful lass. Her pretty eyes are lit with laughing fire And she fills me with impassioned desire. Alas, in this green field I cannot stay. I must rise and go and be on my way. Hardships behind and many to the fore. How far must I go...

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The ancestral savannahs of my people Are still alive in the unseen horizons Our grandparents have told us many Wonderful things about our tribe Before they arrived, we were here On the banks of the rivers and streams We stood and saw their ships North, south, East and West Your blood flows in my veins; Only we Can irrigate the fields without profits The...

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Rest From My Labors by Lanier Thomas I’ve been acquainted with war and violence And escaped, me thought, to a land of silence. But war followed me and gave me no rest, hence I must meet, face to face, war’s dread countenance. I will have no peace till my foes lie in death; No rest, till mine enemy spends his last breath. I...

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