Poetry 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 hard to get a handle on what is truly happening with the television news and radio. With the advent of the internet, we have multiple sources to tap into in order to get a more accurate picture.
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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.
A wonderful tribute poem for 9/11...
I remember the moment to this very day
When news of the horror came through to the UK.
The intense feelings of horror, shock and tears cried
On that...
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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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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.
Analysis of Form and Technique
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.
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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.
You taught me the ABC's and my 123's. Your musical genius will go down in history.
Your nickname was the King of Pop. You Never Stopped Until You Got Enough.
People of all ages learned to Rock With You, Billie Jean wasn't your lover and you Beat It too.
Your music was Black or White, Thrilling was your game. Now that you're not here the world will never be the same.
Michael Jackson saved my life when things starting falling apart for me. I believed in him and his music. His words of love and peace in each song he wrote and performed. When things got ugly...
Hurt, pain, suffering, people are dying.
What's going on? We're both crying.
Guns, hand grenades, and bombs too,
People running scared; they don't know what to do.
I can see what you write and totally agree with you, I may not be in a war but my family lived in Iraq until my brother got killed there. His family lives now in Netherland but they still...
We loved you all.
Now you've had your call.
We saw you smile,
And all the while
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