Poems About: HERO
Poems on / about :
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217.Recognize The Day
Recognize The Day
Do you have to die in a foreign land
To be a hero today? read more »James Casey
218.A Little Girl
A lil girl screams out in the night,
her hero comes a running, read more »Lydia Kindle
219.When your hero falls
when your hero falls from grace, all fairytales are uncovered myths exposed. pain magnified and the greatest pain discovered.
you taught me to be strong, but im so confused to see you so weak.
you said, never to give up and it hurts to see you welcome defeat. read more »Mariah Smith
220.Hero's Live On Forever
There comes a time.
When you think all hope is gone.
Steps up a stranger,
And leads you through the dark. read more »Remy Cruz
221.PEGASUS and BELLEROPHONTE
His Creator was Sea God Poseidon
This winged-horse Pegasus demigod
Spiral horn on forehead his talisman
The Gods of Mt Olympus were awed read more »Ray Lucero
The Cowboy had a sterling heart,
The Maiden was from Boston,
The Rancher saw his wealth depart—
The Steers were what he lost on. read more »Ellis Parker Butler
223.Little Church (of Armenia)
Copyright ©2012 Brenda J. Roper Terzian
There was a little church
On a mountain side read more »B.J. Terzian
224..The Hero Within
Limit yourself to the easy
and the difficult you'll never try.
Easys need live on the fringe of the world
grubbing for nickels and dimes, read more »Adeline Foster
225.Retracing our steps
My fingers won't stop dancing on the keyboard until we get things right
We‘ve come this far to waste all we've labored for
May the labor of our heroes past never be in vain
How wasteful we've been with the resources our heroes labored for read more »Bamisaye Adeniran
226.Where Is The Passion? Where Is The Fight?
Where is the passion?
Where is the fight?
You once had a fire that
burned bright through the night read more »Argentine Tango
227.The fallen Hero
let no wind blown the dusk of the morning
breeze, the light of the early moist touches
the falling tears of every chick read more »Antonio Liao
228.The Tear Drops Of Hero's
the tears were spilled by many, for it was a stormy april day, the soilder weeped as the rain has come, their muddy uniforms were clear with sorrow, their onimous tears droped with thundering views of horrible lives, the dead had come to be buried while the survivors darkened souls shake in their roots, the drops are from thy faces not the rain, so as the dead are being lowered in the ground, the soilders bowed for the fallen in spontanoius fashion, so the throbbing vein of sadness finally popped as a great man read more »Timothy Long