September 11th 2001
Terrorist Islamic
Hijacked an airplane, suicide attack
A day will never forget
Two planes crashed into
World Trade Center
Twenty four years ago
Twin towers collapsed
Almost 3,000 died on 9/11
Tevevised globally
An invasion of Afghanistan
War is never ending
Destruction is 24/7
What is the meaning of this
Impacted changed the world
Surrounded by smoke, gasping for air
We lost 343 fire fighters
Put your arms around the world
Were always under attack
Another war
Heroes with blood
Millions saw the event unfold
Don’t forget this day
One day, we will meet again
In a radiant blue sky
9/11/25
Burglar-exploits of Al-Qaeda and Osama Bin-Laden
Saintly-looking, yet, by Satanic powers crime-ridden
Terror-tied, adventured into frightening the nations
From Los Angels ignited their hellion-operations
triumphed razing the tip of the World Trade Center
Could they, yet, into the united household, forever enter...?
20 September 2022
Remember September Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
on September 11, 2001 as the World Trade Buildings fell
a precious baby girl was born to our family
I was struck at the time about birth and death
oh, it was a beautiful Autumn day
the sky a perfect azure blue
and leaves gold, red and orange were falling
and God painted us a baby . . .
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September 07, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/September 11, 2001 Baby
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1485-960-07
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Remember September
sponsor, Andrea Dietrich, Judged 09/23/2022
Second Place
Today commemorates that awful day-
termed nine-eleven, twenty years ago,
when we, in shock, stood helpless in dismay
of what our eyes observed- that terror show;
planes downing our Twin Towers in that way.
So hard to comprehend those loved ones gone,
observing there or from our TV sets,
and praying that firefighters could bear on
to help, but later learned with sad regrets,
that hundreds gave their lives in spite of brawn.
The visions we beheld that dreadful year-
three-thousand dead- can never be erased.
Their families then left to persevere
without dear loved ones- prayed to be embraced
by faith in God to heal their pain and fear.
Today, our fears are bounding once again!
The Afghan warriors were just set free-
ending the war our soldiers died in! Then-
our weapons left behind that now decree-
more fears of future wars; not if- but when.
September 11, 2021
The glorious sun rose that day,
But darkness was soon to follow.
Carnage was not far away,
As screams pierced the flaming sky
Buildings fell like stones
So many lives taken
On the wings of evil.
Inspired by Gregory.R.Bardens blog this morning
warped minds and hatred
the massacre of thousands ~
hells fires awaits them
SEPTEMBER 2001, 9/11 New York
(Dedication: To Those Souls Who
Left Us So Abruptly That Day. RIP.)
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In crisp refrain:
Feel so much pain,
Loss felt again,
Tears in sure strains.
Fate hits the face:
In that sad place,
A tragic space,
Anchors odd grace.
The world awoke:
Watched terror yoke,
Huge fatal strokes,
In dying poke.
Yes mind still sees:
Madness set free,
Harsh tragedy,
News on TV.
Hijack of jets:
Terror did set,
Crash wrought dead bets,
Tears beyond wet.
So much of pain:
Now surge again,
A nightmare plain,
So many slain.
Such grim horror:
Tales of sorrow,
On the morrow,
Sad strokes borrow.
Our human tears:
Outbursts right here,
In fatal fears,
Drowning all cheer.
Pictures now flash:
Glimpses still dash,
That fatal crash,
Towers turned trash.
Terror strangles:
Burns and mangles,
Fear now shackles
Our mad tangles.
Here and now see:
Can love set free?
Can hurt hearts be
A kind story?
Leon Enriquez
11 September 2017
Singapore
It was a day like any other.
We didn't have a clue,
that before the morning ended,
life as we knew it would be through.
Terrorists hijacked airplanes,
and turned them into bombs;
crashing them full throttle,
into twin towers with aplomb.
Mesmerized, horrified we watched,
the sickening, fiery foray.
Then one by one the towers fell -
we shuddered in shocked dismay.
Thousands of lives were lost that day,
in the name of a foreign god.
The murderous cowards responsible,
killed innocents on American sod.
And when the smoke began to clear,
and the facts started coming out,
we rose up from our shock and grief,
to rally with an angry shout!
The United States of America,
Home of the brave, land of the free-
you can't expect to mess with us,
and get away scot-free.
We will fight to defend our country!
We will fight to avenge our loss!
The enemy will not prevail against us.
They picked the wrong country to cross.
On this solemn anniversary,
fifteen years have come and gone.
We're still fighting terror's war,
and we'll keep fighting till we've won.
9/11/16
Entered in Frank's Herrera's "Your Personal Best in 2016" contest
My heart is in one world, yours is in another,
yet truth says that you are my brother.
We were both born perfect children of God,
but you were wrapped in hate and told that was your job.
I was given freedom, love and the right to dream.
You were fed ignorance, evil and encouraged to scheme.
I cannot hate you, my brother so lost,
nor can I tolerate the suffering you caused.
In misguided flight, your hate filled the sky.
Seeking to dim America’s light, you caused many to die.
Know that we do bleed, but, no, you did not succeed.
Through ashes and chaos, we discover the best in us,
and prayer of prayer, hope of hope,
this is what you caused to grow –
this is what the world will know.
Remembrance of a tragedy
touches the souls of all of us
Death came to innocents as terror
from the skies struck
Remembrance of a tragedy
today
The names of the fallen
resound on the media
Thirteen years ago we saw the face of death in these states
A heinous scene was perpetrated on our soil
Suicide attack
and America knew horror
Magnificent structures
reduced to rubble
The story of man's inhumanity to man
is a long one
The world is still full of strife
Let us remember the fallen
and pray for better days
Daddy, there’s a hole in the big blue sky
Daddy, there’s a hole can you tell me why
Daddy, where are those buildings that made up eleven
Will all those people go to heaven?
Daddy why does mommy hide her eyes
When she talks on phone about last goodbyes
She says everything is gonna be okay
but she won’t let us go outside to play.
And Daddy why do you sit in my room at night
All alone in the chair without the light?
In remembrance of the victims and their families of 9/11.
Morning of sorrow
Morning of grief
When so many people
Have died
Shoulder to shoulder
They walked on the street
To help the people
Those who survived
So many heroes
So many dead
Many are left in fear
We will remember
Never forget
Let's hope the justice
Is near
Monotonous keyboards clicking
Redundant clocks ticking
Phones ringing, elevator doors swinging
Coffee pots brewing, vending machines spewing
Insouciant workers, carefree shirkers loitering
Clerks, secretaries previewing, managers reviewing
Visitors on stairs, in lobby chairs, lines queuing
Fate's dissonant chords o'er content hordes teeming
From Crescent's waning moon, spell of doom flinging
Across availing sky, a wailing strain is stringing
A portentous raven o'er torrentous swells winging
To his charted course, a venal force with guile clinging
Feral beast an imminent peril to prey quickly bringing
On the ethereal cusp perching, for crown jewel searching
Swooping down with force, beams from foundation divorce
Death's shadow in dust o'er screaming remnants streaming
Night's, palling darkness Day's ordained glint stalling
On this day, we were attacked;
On this day, we were mobbed;
On this day, our freedom was tested;
On this day, we all sobbed.
On this day, we all stood still;
On this day, we all held each other;
On this day, our lives were changed;
On this day, we tried to save our brother.
On this day, we all said a prayer;
On this day, we all hoped for the best;
On this day, our faith was strengthened;
On this day, we laid the brave to rest.
On this day, we will pause for our nation;
On this day, we will never break;
On this day, our country is united;
On this day, we stand for freedom's sake.
All these brilliantly shining currents
Of memories
Of words.
Of memories
Like waterfalls gushing out the earthen vessel.
A tragicly equipped troubadour tantalized
By living, at the movies,
Nodding just so.
Dangling above it all nearly.
The vision is almost pristine
The way the muses' hand stroked cross wise.
With every notion of that mysterious pen,
Horizons appeared
breeding for purity.
Creating direction!
The stammering presence of
His voice conquered worlds,
Til the ink became blood;
The precious muse poisoning 'til the pen was like a needle crawling
Over the skin of existence;
Leaving an honest, filthy trail
of bruised dreams.
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march 23,2010
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