1. When A Part Of America Died
September Eleventh Two Thousand and One
The Big Apple awoke, a new day had begun.
The Statue of Liberty was standing so proud
As God and Freedom were singing out loud.
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September Eleventh Two Thousand and One
The Big Apple awoke, a new day had begun.
The Statue of Liberty was standing so proud
As God and Freedom were singing out loud.
Whoa! This is an amazing poem. You're right, you never should've had a reason to write this, but I'm glad you did! It really warmed my heart. You are right about 9/11 banding America...
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Blood starts drippin' from the soldier's wound
Seeps like sewage 'neath the politician's room
Deep in the house, white fades to red
Very nice poetry. I am overwhelmed. The poet is great who understand teary and hearty feelings of the people towards our great soldiers.
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Have you seen the doctors who hardly get to sleep?
From sad weary eyes, silent tears they weep.
They're battling to save hundreds of lives,
Yet see so many dying right before their eyes.
Thank you, Azeezah. Your response is most appreciated... Beryl
As the morning bell was sounding
We settled in our seats,
And Ms. Williams wrote upon the board
The list of work we would complete.
I woke up to see the bright Connecticut sky.
My mom came in with a holiday twinkle in her eye.
She helped me get dressed and the morning flew by.
If you're anxious that all have been asked to stay home,
Take comfort in knowing you are not alone.
Tonight at 8, wherever you are,
I don't know how I'm feeling.
I think I feel all right.
I'm busy doing nothing
From morning until night.
Thank you so much, Nisreen. That's so lovely of you to leave a comment. When I wrote the poem, I certainly didn't think we'd still be going through it. I hope you and your family are...
No more shaking hands.
Don't touch your face.
Never stand too close
In a crowded place.
Excellent topical poem to us all over the world with what we are faced with. We must take responsibility not for just for him/herself and one's nearest and dearest but for all people of the...
Why must mothers say goodbye?
Every time children die -
The angels cry.
There are gaps and walls between us,
Yet we're close because we care,
And the distance is diminished,
For there's one enemy we share.
What will you remember
of the days we could not play?
When things were very different
from just the other day.
Another lovely poem by you. Keep writing - I am very much enjoying your work.
Best wishes, Ann.
God will paint rainbows in the sky
Once again for the world and I.
Signs that will tell us all is well,
Freedom from this grim living hell.
Dear Dinah,
I can't thank you enough. Your kind words have touched my heart. It's so nice to know the poets are being heard and read all over the world, that people like you are inspired by...
At the minute, times are tough.
The self-isolation can be rough.
Day after day, night after night.
The future unfolding is not so bright.
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I remember
Planes flying low
Smoke from the towers
Cries from the injured
Today our flag is flying low
as teardrops stain its cloth,
mourning yet another day
so many lives were lost.
How do I cope with the shame that I feel
And then look you straight in the eye?
And how do I claim to stand for what's right,
Then accept disregard for your lives?
I awoke to a pestilence, a pandemic across the nations,
Feeling anxiety, fear, and seeing massive condemnation,
Thinking, pondering, how could anyone thrive?
Dedicated to the victims of Sandy Hook Elementary
They were the ones who made us smile
And blessed our lives for a very short while.
Our political views mean nothing,
There are no sides to take.
Both young and old must be prepared
To fight for all our sakes.
The month was September and the day was quite nice,
But this was to change on the shake of a dice.
Two planes with hundreds of people on board
Were about to crash, so they tried to get word