Poems About: AMERICA
Poems on / about :
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277.America- my prejudices and truths
I guess it's always been a truth to me
That America has a failure destiny
Beyond that idea I could not see
But for these thoughts we'll pay a fee read more »Agnes Török
America is red, white, and blue,
the colors that stand so brave, and true.
Men in battle facing death,
Men in the world provoking crime, and theft. read more »Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
America is not looking after herself,
she is using Americans to look out
for someone else. She has lost her dignity,
her strength, her honor, her respect. read more »Alex Blea
Working men, and
And read more »Atef Ayadi
The best country in the world.
With great power and support.
For all people of the earth
America is the best. read more »Margarita Borzakiwska
282.America Lives (Written at age 14)
For you and for me,
With all she can give,
On land and on sea. read more »Sandra Osborne
283.thank you for my freedom
November 11th is Veteran’s Day
Where we will bow our heads and pray.
You have been in the big battle,
Where the guns shoot and rattle. read more »sam murphy
284.Triumphant Obama turns to sobering challenges
every human triumphant fight creates a feeling of uncertainty
of the future, thats the wonder of the mystery of human
experience, that no man has seen, the meaning of the
future, a wisdom that God had works wonder in every event read more »Antonio Liao
285.Once There, Now Gone
People crying, others dieing.
A hectic mess, already with press.
America's rejected, terrorist detected.
War at hand, we had no plan. read more »Courtney Violette
(Written in her fifteenth year.)
Must every shore ring boldly to the voice
Of sweet poetic harmony, save this? read more »Lucretia Maria Davidson
America is my favorite land.
It’s the best place to be:
From East to West, from North to South,
From sea to shining sea. read more »Philip Doolittle
288.The Drive Through
My father drives on, the rising sun
Just forward of his blind spot,
Pale faced and downward beaming
ear to ear into the flats of salt, then arches. read more »Braden Coucher