Patriotic poems for those who carry patriotism in their heart. Bring out the patriot in you with these inspirational Poems on patriotism. They will make you smile and teary eyed at the same time. Dedicated to all proud patriots!
Northumberland to Newcastle And Cumbria’s lofty hills. Durham down through Cleveland To Yorkshire’s misty dales. Across to dear old Lancashire It’s Mancs and Scousers too. Cheshire, Staffs and Shropshire The Severn lands of dew Across into the Midlands Leicester, Notts,
Years ago our forefathers had a vision That one day, their descendants will bear the title of their own To represent their ancient glory And value it at heart. Praising the mediums like our fathers did And ululating in procedure.
Just say no to corrupt politicians, lying and cheating with their secret missions. Hugging the baby in the camera’s eye then stealing its lolly and watching it cry. Just say no to the corrupt EU, actually achieving what Hitler failed
Faith was not taking him near the truth. Staring at reason his inner self became a burden on the whispering road. They were going to exhume the body of the martyr for finding the ethos of hope invoking the afternoon
As I remember my remedy in the natural scent of humanity, I am reminded the chewed kisses stamped on my forehead applauding my addition to the Zimbabwean population. I remember my first time drowned and dissolved in the newness of
Dark ink flows through trembling hands, telling of doom in distant lands with hate as fuel and tyranny it’s goal, the ink seeks to blacken the brightest soul. The sands of time blow soft through the dunes, sullied and tarnished
Known by tiranga, is our developing nation, Dreams come true, people play their part with passion ; Civilised,cultured lilliputs with big hearts, All together, love together is the dream for my nation…! Salute to the soldiers, their attributes and sacrifices,
The fish in the river died And the river became foul smelling. There was blood all over In containers both of wood and of stone. In houses both of Pharaoh and the peasants In nations, both of the government and
There was once a time, That I ran with a band of mercenaries. Sometimes I sit back in my leather-bound chair, And remember all of them, clear as day… The quick, sly Boston lad, Haphazardly dodges and shoots His way
Are angelic neurons fleshing inside a trans-Inquisition tavern? Another kind of speaking, pontificating globe? Can we feel the burning and sexing of the four seasons with the four elements, recycling earth, water, air, fire, to produce the quintessence of your
Death is so painful. When you lose someone you love it is so painful. The longing to see them once again is almost unbearable. Their memory will never be forgotten. Their loss can make you feel so rotten. You have
With an insatiable urge For your walk Chalk and Talk You illumine the dark With eternal spark. Teacher, you torch bearer You render meaning To the gist of living Burning and shining A lighting candle Every passing second That does
Splendor of the moon, Rising from the horizon, Makes me surrender, To its magnificence. The enchanted moonbeams, Entice the waves, Kissing the seashore, Form ripples in water. Tides of love swell the waves, The moonlight spreading across, Illusions of a
Thought that love was Sunshine and laughter Songs, blood moons and abrading stones Half-whispered words In the dusk of the Jacaranda tree. Thought that love was A magic mushroom of tenderness The daydream of a touch and The aberrancy of
Glad tidings to thee my lady Divine. Thy beauty, thine elegance thy civilised demeanor and graceful charm would each add priceless value to thy dowry. A thousand Princes would contend for thine heart, a thousand more for thine hand in
The ocean breeze blew through my hair On it, a hint of magnolias Or was that the incense you were burning At the altar of your daily prayer Filled my lungs with the dusks’ freshness The dance of the chimes
Mask is a object worn on face People use ‘coz they want themselves to be efface Mask is used for protection and disguise It usually give mortals a surprise A masked face is what people see And it is who
The snow-capped royal mountain Oversees the landscape beneath Like a mighty monarch seated On a throne high above the earth Spread at the feet below Flower beds form a velvet carpet Emanating fragrance and cheers And the magic of rainbow
“Sometimes your worst self is your best self The moonlight divides the shadows. The essence of a black rose. Butterflies flutter by through the air. Unaware they are there without a care. I grab thee adorable like a snuggle bear.
Walking bare footed on the turf of past With an unusual nonchalance for the changing season, Spring’s music echoed and died away so fast, But no songs or laments did reach this garden. Sweet fragrance of ripe fruits went unnoticed
With the outer rays of golden beam- the cloud will appear amidst the sunny rim, With the view of its black shade- the peacocks spring open their tails with a happy craze. Frogs croak as they welcome the rain- with
Behind closed doors bated breath, clasped hands, flesh caught fire.. Under the table lips lock, messy hairs clothes swung on the floor.. Fingers carving art on her chest; waists quiver… as he let his love enter her Softer spots… Deeper
A chaotic moments we did face, Filled with tension and bubbling of heads; Here the shouting came, There the things flew. Any day was emergency, Any day was important. Lamps did burn all night through, No food we did touch.
By the sea side On the beach With feet immersed in sand And washed now and then by the waves I stood watching the varying hues In the western sky. Amidst all the squeals of laughter, fun and chaos, there
You are a Goddess, held upright With hands that warm the soul and a voice that soothes. Like water you take any form. Spreading in a dream that falls like drops of reign. You are a Goddess, in the form
Sometimes I just sit and observe its serene soft white splendor It makes me calm, tranquil and peaceful and full of vigor Its pure white glow makes everything look calm and nicer Even people’s faces look friendlier illuminated whiter It
Heartbroken, Alone Silent Trapped by thoughts Strangulating In a dark dream of despair How long will I endure The silence of love How long will I bear The mass of dying hopes How long can I fight The curse of
“The past I hold in high esteem Thoughts on love never leaving As trees strained from the heat of the sun And memories silently grieving The winds that blows Decides where my love will go It may spread to east
“I do!” I really do! We decided to be together All I want is you and me up until the end Promise that I’ll be faithfully sweet. Bitterness in life, we’ll surpass it my dear. Misfortunes do come! I’m not
From Time’s first stirring of momentary dread Hope is crushed by tyranny where what might be lies broken Under a brightly garnered garland a siren of sweet promises. As if the stains of blood and tears were sweet red wine
you are not my gleaming sun you are not the soft, rhythmic beating of my heart you are not constant, sweet music to my ears, nor are you beauty and grace and personified you are not my winged golden seraph,