Poems About: AMERICA

In this page, poems on / about “america” are listed.

  • 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
  • 278.
    America Is

    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
  • 279.
    Disgrace

    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
  • 280.
    Happy Thanksgiving

    Happy Thanksgiving
    Working men, and
    Working women,
    And read more »

    Atef Ayadi
  • 281.
    America

    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)

    America lives,
    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
  • 286.
    American Poetry

    A FRAGMENT,
    (Written in her fifteenth year.)
    Must every shore ring boldly to the voice
    Of sweet poetic harmony, save this? read more »

    Lucretia Maria Davidson
  • 287.
    America

    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
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