Poems about current events are relevant to our particular lifestyles. Some may choose to write about suffering and injustices that are occurring in the world and others may write about politics. Taking an interest in the world around you is a way of showing that you care about the other living things that inhabit the world together with us. Sometimes it is hard to get a handle on what is truly happening in the news. With the advent of the internet and social media, we have many sources to tap into in order to get an accurate picture. It is our responsibility to ensure our sources are reliable.
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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.
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.
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I don't know how I'm feeling.
I think I feel all right.
I'm busy doing nothing
From morning until night.
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...
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.
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The spring was a ghost, as winter wither'd away.
The bird's song was vapid, the flowers awaited May.
Alone we all sat, widows locked and shutter'd,
afraid of our neighbours, our bread went unbutter'd.
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I remember
Planes flying low
Smoke from the towers
Cries from the injured
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.
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,
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