September 11th Poems

Published: September 2021

Poems About Remembering September 11th

On September 11, 2001, the unthinkable happened as terrorists attacked the United States. Nearly 3,000 people died as a result. Terrorists flew two planes into the World Trade Center in New York City and one into the Pentagon in Washington, D.C. A fourth plane did not reach its intended destination. The courageous passengers aboard United Airlines Flight 93 fought to regain control of the aircraft, and it crashed in Western Pennsylvania. 

May we remember all the people who lost their lives that fateful Tuesday morning and those who've had to live with the lingering effects. May we also remember how we came together as a country to support one another. We thank all the brave men and women who were first responders that day and the military personnel who fought to keep us safe. We will not forget!

5 Poems About Remembering September 11th

  1. 1. When A Part Of America Died

    • By Ronald Doe
    • Published by Family Friend Poems September 2019 with permission of the Author.

    This is the very first poem I ever posted in the forum section of familyfriendpoems. Although it falls in the category of "ones I wish I never had a reason to write," it is one of my all time favorite poems that I am proud to say I have written. Please pray for our brave soldiers that believe in fighting for our country's freedom.

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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.

    Native New Yorkers were starting to enter
    The Twin Towers called The World Trade Center.
    They went to their office and they worked with pride
    On this day when a part of America died.

    The people of Boston were also at work
    Responsibilities they never would shirk.
    The traffic was brutal as it is every morn,
    But each day they brave it for the show must go on.

    Now Downtown was open, Logan Airport was too
    As people boarded their flights they had not a clue
    Terrorists were sitting right there by their side
    On this day when a part of America died.

    Now at 8:46, the whole world was in shock
    When there was an explosion that shook the whole block,
    And downtown Manhattan was like a war zone,
    For these terrorists attacked us right in our own home

    As the planes hit The Towers, there was a bad fire.
    The people were screaming as the flames grew higher,
    But through this disaster they still showed their pride
    On this day when a part of America died.

    The police and firemen didn't think of themselves.
    Not one person said, "It's every man for himself."
    For to those trapped inside each man was a brother.
    On their wounded shoulders they carried each other

    Although September Eleventh brought death and dismay.
    We all banded together in the U.S.A.
    We showed our courage, our strength and our pride
    On this day when a part of America died.

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  2. 2. Forever Remember

    • By Grace G. Frost
    • Published by Family Friend Poems September 2018 with permission of the Author.

    I was not born during 9/11, but my parents would tell me memories of that day. The family we lost. The friends who were killed. The heroes that gave their lives. I am now 13 years old. I dedicate this to Lawrence Patrick Dickinson, a man who died in the Twin Towers. His son was born 3 months later on HIS birthday and was named after him. He is a man who will always be remembered.

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    I remember
    Planes flying low
    Smoke from the towers
    Cries from the injured
    Calls for help
    People running
    Sobs from witnesses
    Heroes running in the towers
    Faces we will never see again
    I remember
    The towers falling
    Smoke filling the air
    People running for safety
    Screams of terror
    I remember
    The quiet
    People in the streets
    Heroes walking around the rubble
    Whispers in the streets
    I remember
    Victims not forgotten
    Heroes not forgotten
    Sacrifices not forgotten
    Memories not forgotten
    I remember 9/11

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  4. 3. In Remembrance Of 9/11/01

    This was written close to the anniversary of 9/11 as a poem to remember the tragedy that happened decades ago and to pay tribute to the everyday heroes that rose up during a very dark time.

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    The horror we endured that day,
    The shock, the pain, the fear.
    A nightmare unimaginable
    To those of us still here.

    Dust and ashes, souls swept away,
    A city brought down to her knees.
    The losses so horrendous,
    Visions too monstrous to believe.

    The devastating images
    In all our hearts remain.
    The destruction of humanity
    Left us all forever changed.

    The faces of those cruelly lost
    Are burned inside our minds
    And the mournful tears still resonate
    Of those loved ones left behind.

    The heroes and the victims,
    The acts of courage through that hell.
    The tales of stunning miracles
    That each survivor lived to tell.

    Human beings blindly reaching out
    To save the strangers in their wake.
    Risking all without a thought
    Just for someone else's sake.

    A ravaged, urban war zone
    Now just remnants of mankind.
    An incomprehensible catastrophe
    That stopped all sense of time.

    How could we ever rise again?
    Was there a way to make things right?
    Did any fight still live inside of us?
    Was there any hope in sight?

    We fought for our humanity!
    We carried on for those we lost!
    We kept on moving forward
    For those who paid so dear a cost!

    Decades have passed and here we stand,
    Our flag waves boldly in the breeze.
    It's our faith in God and country
    That now brings us to our knees!

    Names etched in bronze with pride and sorrow
    So the world remembers them.
    It's the power of their memory
    That helped to make us strong again!

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  5. 4. The Twin Towers

    • By Julia A. Grist
    • Published by Family Friend Poems September 2020 with permission of the Author.

    I was waiting for the TV repair man to come and was watching a news flash when the first plane hit! When he arrived, we carried on watching together and saw the second plane hit the second tower!! We stood stunned for a while then realized we both had tears in our eyes. I had to put pen to paper!

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    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
    To families and friends on the ground in their homes,
    Waiting for loved ones to use mobile phones.
    All we could do was watch things unfold.
    Unable to help made our blood run cold.
    As the planes hit the towers, folks got trapped inside,
    And having no warning, there was nowhere to hide.
    There was no other way out, so that is why
    People broke windows and jumped out to die!
    All we could hear was the deafening sound
    As both twin towers fell to the ground!
    The dust and the litter that shrouded New York
    Was totally horrendous and left nowhere to walk!
    Osama Bin Laden is the one we should blame.
    He and his followers show no pity or shame.
    We hope and we pray that they made it to Heaven,
    All those poor souls he murdered on nine eleven!

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  7. 5. When I Look At The American Flag

    • By Brandon Piazzola
    • Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008 with permission of the Author.

    When I look at the American flag, this is what I see.

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    When I just even glance at the American Flag, I feel a surge of pride.
    The stripes and stars gleam in the morning as we put it up to rise outside.

    I think of the people long ago fighting for our rights.
    When I am looking at the great flag, I think of being in those long ago fights.

    When I think of the flag, I think of being free.
    When I think of America, it's a great place to be.

    When we think of the flag, I realize that horrendous date, nine eleven.
    I think of those noble people who went to work and sadly passed on to heaven.

    I think of the two towers, proudly up high.
    They were sadly gone in one night.

    I can't imagine the people running down those long winding stairs.
    Those people must have been dodging those fiery glares.

    The man on the plane trying to stop the terrorists' way is a hero to me.
    I think that is the way everybody should try to be.

    When I look at the American Flag, I think of all the many blessings I have.
    I have a family, a house, a school, and a best friend named Trav.

    The American Flag is a great symbol to me.
    I hope that everybody can see what I see.

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