Protectors Poems - Poems about Protectors

BACK TO SENDER

Be careful what you wish for me... 
When you're wishing for my downfall 
You're already down below me
Believe it or not, but you will surely be 
I've Never lost to any opposition 
Back to sender my shield
Thanks to my guidance and protectors for steadily giving me a remedy and medicine.

What do you do with others

Pillow Protectors

Pillow Protectors

For all my 
pillow protectors’ (the euro ones only) arrogance they are, in their core, 
humilitists.

Caring Hearts

To the social worker, fierce and bold, a shield against the night,
Who fights for children, lost and cold, yet may not see the foster system's plight.
Thank you. Your unwavering stance is a beacon in the dark.

To the teacher, ever watchful, a haven built with love and care,
Who nurtures minds, potentially hatch-less, yet may not grasp

The Protectors

gloves are bodyguards 
that guard the skin against scratch ~
like shield against itch

January 16, 2023 

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Our Protectors

Our true treasures
Bless be His Holy name
Our love remains
Elegance of love design
Echoed so clearly within our minds
Born of the Spirit
Our trains are quite exquisite
We reach far and near
Yet You are here
I thank you Lord, for your peace
Relief
Inspiring
Covering
Snowy summets
This love you gave it 
Jesus Christ
Blessed Creator of life
Our paper planes went way up high 
To catch your tears

Her Protectors

He locked the doors and
shuttered the windows,
it came in through the roof,
or down the chimney,
he wasn't sure.  All he
knew was his demons
had found him, alone
and vulnerable.  No
strength could fight
them, no words could
discourage.  He was at
their mercy.  They
moved quickly, surrounding
the little girl he had
stolen, attacking him
on every front, at every
turn.  He

The Protectors

Days filled of games, good thoughts, and silliness
When cookies and recess were the ultimate bliss
For the most part, my childhood was simply just this
Imagination was key, Smiles and giggles a must
Popping balloons just to see them bust
Peanut Butter, grape jelly, preferably no crust
Sibling rivalries, I’m not touching you, a daily event
Piggy banks had me saving

The Protectors

All she really wanted to do was to live her life the way she wanted to live, not the way the protectors thought she should.
She wanted to be set free from the bonds that bound her to the ground.
Freedom is what she wanted to soar like an eagle, to explore the world outside of her

Les Protecteurs - Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal's the Protectors By T Wignesan

Les Protecteurs – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “The Protectors” by T. Wignesan

(Note: Oodgeroo never claimed to write poetry à la manière des poètes occidentaux; she said - without mincing words – her lines were sheer ‘propaganda’. Others thought otherwise:
Judith Wright, a part-time reader for the then newly-founded Jacaranda Press and the young publisher Brian Coulson

Our Protectors From the Storm

Our protectors from the storm.


Come shed a tear, for our fallen sons, 
Our friends, our children, our brothers in arms.
Our army of, deceased heroes,
Our protectors in the storm.


Our love, our life, our hope and future,
Has been washed away;
For what reason we cannot decipher.
But we trust in the Lord, to take care of them all;
The one’s

Protectors In the Sky

Archers in the cold rain
Holding their bows steady
Ready to strike at will

Warriors, the sturdiest
Women of holy peace
Protecting the innocent

Seen in the skies today
Watching over the pure
Keeping the weak safe

Archers of light and hope
Women warriors of heart
Timeless beings secured

Russell Sivey

Protectors

Caring
Over 
People

Our Protectors

Long hair and flowers covered
in expectations of the end of war.

The world is lost, so I think.

Traveling to far away destinations
children go, fighting battles, ensuring our being.

Smoke and mirrors tell us
the story. Lives are lost, as children play,
and so we stay focused and true,
only time will tell us who is next.

Is it me?

Is it you?

Shallow

Our Protectors

Long hair and flowers covered
in expectations of the end of war.

The world is lost, so I think.

Traveling to far away destinations
children go, fighting battles, ensuring our being.

Smoke and mirrors tell us
the story. Lives are lost, as children play,
and so we stay focused and true,
only time will tell us who is next.

Is it me?

Is it you?

Shallow

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