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Abram Anderson Poem
The Stars and the Stripes,
Is the blood that we shed.
I pledge allegiance to the flag,
Running through my head.
The Home of the Brave,
And the land of the free.
Soldiers died to give their life,
For you, and for me.
The Stars and the Stripes,
Is the blood that we shed.
I’m proud to be an American,
Running through my head.
The Home of the Brave,
And the land of the free.
God Bless our USA,
For you, and for me.
Beautiful O Beautiful,
Are the Stars and the Stripes.
Scream it loud for all to hear.
Fight, Fight, Fight.
Copyright © Abram Anderson | Year Posted 2025
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Abram Anderson Poem
If a wall had eyes,
What would they see?
Rooms filled with clutter,
And messes of debris.
If a wall had eyes,
How would they look?
Would they see a villain,
A hero, or a crook?
If a wall had eyes,
Would we see them peep?
I wondered what they’d see,
A body stuck in sleep?
If a wall had eyes,
Would we feel them glance?
Staring at our souls,
When they get the chance.
I sit and I ponder,
If these walls had eyes.
While Staring at a wall,
I listen for replies.
I hear my conscience,
Whisper in my ear.
Look into the mirror,
And a wall will appear.
Copyright © Abram Anderson | Year Posted 2025
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Abram Anderson Poem
A roller coaster,
Is full of loops and twist.
This ride is full of life,
It’s one we can’t resist.
A roller coaster,
Is full of ups and downs.
Kids when they smile big,
And grownups with their frowns.
A roller coaster,
Is full of screams and shouts.
Ride it with some confidence,
Or ride it with some doubts.
A roller coaster,
Is full of starts and stops,
It’s slow when it’s climbing up
And pretty when it hits the top.
A roller coaster
Is full of corks and screws.
This ride is what we make it
So be careful what you choose.
Copyright © Abram Anderson | Year Posted 2025
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Abram Anderson Poem
Why are we born into this body that begins to die? A question that echos throughout my mind. Sometimes this echo speaks to me in the voice of a child that has never seen the face of evil. In my head I hear the voice whisper softly. Can this life last forever I hear the child ask? Not knowing the reality of its question.
I quickly hear another echo going throughout my mind. This echo was louder than the thunder in the sky, and as it banged, and as it roared. I hear the echos of a ferocious sigh. Unlike the joy from that child’s voice I had heard before. You could tell that this echo had seen the face of evil.
Echos and echos throughout my mind. One sounded very mean, and the other sounded super kind. Innocence was a beautiful sight for that child to see. Not a single care for anything in the world. Living with joy and flying kites aimlessly into the wind of that freedom. Echos and echos I hear as that wind blows, but then comes sighs and fierce anger as the storms start to show.
A voice of a man that has seen the face of evil echos throughout my mind. He speaks with force and begins to say. Life doesn’t last forever my Child and death is upon us all. Echos and Echos I hear throughout my mind. My joyfulness oh anger isn’t hard to find.
A child’s voice begins to speak. Death may seem scary oh angry man, but why focus on that when you can be alive. Shivers go down my back as I hear this echo through out my mind. The courage of that youthful voice is a true sight to see, so live your life oh angry man and you to can be free.
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Abram Anderson Poem
I look into a mirror,
Do I like what I see?
Staring at my conscience,
Reflecting back at me.
Inside of this mirror, there’s always more.
So don’t just look, at what’s lying on the shore.
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Abram Anderson Poem
The mind is a weapon,
The pen is a sword.
A mind of aggression,
Can’t be explored.
The mind is a weapon,
The pen is a sword.
A world in depression,
Can’t be ignored.
The mind is a weapon,
The pen is a sword,
A land in transgression
Can’t be restored.
The mind is a weapon
The pen is a sword
A heart of confession,
Can’t be abhorred.
The mind is a weapon
The pen is a sword.
My Spirits profession,
Is knowing My Lord.
Copyright © Abram Anderson | Year Posted 2025
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