Short 9 11 Poems
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~ Two columns of light ~
Blaze trails to boundless heavens.
We will not forget.
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A Nations Towering Pride;
Reduced to Memories of Sorrow and Pain.
09/12/2016
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Sometimes a poem only needs its title.
Sometimes though it’s clear
The lessons of history
Were never learned
In the first place.
(9/11/26)
~ clear September day -
a country brought to its knees ...
where it found its strength ~
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Sadness
Pain
From tragedy remain
The grief we relive each year again
But
The spirit revives within us all
Remembering the purpose of our countries call
It's not that serious, serious.
Seriously, it's not that serious.
Occasionally it's mysterious.
But really, how am I supposed to feel when I never really did heal?
years old microphones
grown kids ~twenty years~ bereaved
tapping tacit tears
beat hours beat ~TAPS~ trumpet tase
seared seats for the fallen’s kin
9/11/2021
i decided to get my bible out for awhile
and if it wasn't for Him, I wouldn't be walking another mile
and with all the people ascending into heaven
this day is now known as 9/11
Heart sunk to my feet.
Couldn't believe what I'd seen.
Planes hit the towers
as they crumbled in horror.
We will always remember.
Cory Long
Remembering 9/11
9-12-2011
Feelings of the rain gone by,
The dampness in the ground,
The dust and dirt gone from the sky
And newness all around.
Then again wetness falls
Awakening the fact
These birds that sing are heralding
Summers final act.
Towers turned to dust,
Pentagon ablaze in pain,
Still the Eagle Stands.
Turning our anger,
Pretending to be happy,
Quasi- war Lingers.
Give Islam its due.
Let them prove their peaceful cant.
Or loose the Genie.
Everyday that you are still absent
Is a day my heart longs you were here
Everyday since that horrible accident
Is a day that I shed a tear
Everyday I think of 9/11
Is a day I wish for a hero
Everyday I dream of you in heaven
Is a day I think of ground zero.
Today 11th of September
Second anniversary
Of the terrorist attacks on America
The attacks that lead us to war
To war on terrorism
A lot of people died that day
The date was 9-11-01
That is one day nobody will ever forget
We will always remember 9-11-01
Form:
Black smoke turning to gray,
Strong icons toppled,
On that day.
People of the world they say,
Great Heros were lost,
On that day.
Rising from the dusty way,
Our symbol of freedom,
On that day.
A nation that will not lay,
But did unite,
On that day.
America remember in your darkest moment
Murder fell from the sky the nation united
Etched together forever is your united grief
Remember in that single moment the world
In unison the world came together as one
Choosing to stand side by side as a friend
America your darkest day the world came
Death and fire consumes the air
Millions of people in despair.
These buildings fall quicker than the Dow
Many just wonder how
I am pulled out of school early
Even though it is just 10:30
I am in second grade
I know not what damage has just been made
I am just the age of seven
The date is 9/11
The wound (Haiku) 2014
A deep gaping hole
newly covered with scar flesh
a cemetery
the reflective pond
the bright thirteen year old trees
the lost souls still there
the money-men charge
fees to visit our worst time
Ah, America!
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Screaming filled the horrified air
The most horrified sound came from above
The jets, the screaming, the daunt faces
As the crash of the once beautiful Twin Towers filled the air tears of anger and regret
made a river of sorrow
All of this in the eyes of a child
Just beginning to learn the ways of the world
‘9/11’ did not change me
for I’m a veteran Israeli
From the horrors of Munich ‘72
to the ceaseless terror of the intifadas
From the nightly Hezbollah missiles
to munitions that shriek and whistle
From the river to the sea
~ 9/11’s everyday reality
terror filled morning
two felled towers shook the earth
darkness obscured sky
they answered the call
that bright September morning
for some was their last
badged and civilian
a nation’s colors shone bright
heroes every one
united purpose
all brothers for common cause
the day the world changed
Broken is the path that I have walked,
lost are the things that I never really had.
Broken are the dreams that still remain,
wrong are the ways I had been living.
Broken was the heart of such a lost soul,
changed is the life of the willing person.
Broken are the thoughts I no longer have,
healed is the wound that left such a scar.
Form:
Charon 2001
by Michael R. Burch
I, too, have stood—paralyzed at the helm
watching onrushing, inevitable disaster.
I too have felt sweat (or ecstatic tears) plaster
damp hair to my eyes, as a slug’s dense film
becomes mucous-insulate. Always, thereafter
living in darkness, bright things overwhelm.
Originally published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea
Every day one must die.
and if your not afraid you'r telling a lie.
Thousands stayed,
Thousands prayed,
Thousands helped,
Thousands yelped.
For what had happened was a terrible thing.
But on that day,
thousands got their wing.
As the wind blows,
you can hear them sing.
remember their smile,
remember their face,
because noone will ever take their place.
Form:
In mind, stand I among a crowd not cheering,
Ash floats as feathers toward a peaceful ground.
Mid crunching steel & rubble still smoldering,
I'm left today, to remember, death's eerie sound.
I'm now engulfed by sounds of sirens blaring,
I vision scores of broken bodies at every hand.
A sucker punch to our collective mid section,
And it's changed life's way in this great land.
Tomorrow is 9/11 the worst day in American history
We need to take a moment and pray
Thousands died in those beautiful towers
Many jumped to their deaths
Some we still can’t find 23 years later
The attack on the Pentagon was a vicious act
Those Heros on Flight 92 gave there lives to save fellow Americans
Terrorists remain in our world and we can never forget