#national poems on Hello Poetry

AB Mar 2016

Poetry

Visceral reactions,
Overwhelming emotion,
Words flowing across the page,
Everything contained in the lines.

Life is poetry.
Poetry is our life.

The days we live,
The lives we carry on
It's all symbolism and imagery,
It's all poetry.

My stab at national poetry day

#poetry #life #day #is #images #national

Sharon Thomas Jan 2016

you are my friend...

If you become furious with every injustice!
He said once.
He fought till his last breathe..
he's still there,here and everywhere.
All the young men out there
He's more than that proud face on your tee & on the posters you see.

From Cuba to Kerala..His portrait hangs on every street
I say, it's not just about his proud face
           it claims the tale of a man who won a race!
           A race to raise humanity from vanity
Unlike the pastors who preach on peace with an ease
           He was pragmatic not dramatic
           Replaced fright with fight
           Placed righteous over mightiest
And yes he won that race to raise humanity back to sanity

You can either respect him for his dedication or detest him for his ruthlessness
You can either accompany the haters who call him a terrorist
Or follow the fellows who hail him as a REVOLUTIONARY
Nonetheless, he was victorious and victory lies with righteous alone!

Che was a rebel but not without a cause..
Yes for the Cubans !

#war #life #history #national #victory #revolutionary #heroes #cuba #socialist #che #communism #kerala #india #fight #race #humanity

Àŧùl Jan 2016

Dirtier (Indecent Incandescence Pt. 2)

It could have been dirtier if I had not shot myself,
After being disheartened by a cheating wife.

Now you might ask what dirtier than blood on the ceiling,
Even dirtier than a bullet through my lower jaw?

Yes I answer.

If I had chosen to stay alive,
And fix the matter once & for all.

If I had barged into her privacy,
Into the indecent incandescence.

If I had not shot myself,
And had shot them both.

Then my honour would have suffered,
Court martial is far worse than that.

I was tired from killing terrorists,
And I loved her too much to hurt her.

Even so, had I not promised her dad,
That I'll care about her just as he did.

And, had I not promised her mother,
That I'll hurt her never ever ever...?

So I chose the easier way,
I just shot myself dead.

Now she'll live peaceably,
And even I will definitely.

Not worrying about what they say,
Not worrying about the government,
Not worrying about the nation now.

I just hope my buddies will take care,
Of their own & the national security.

Part 2/3 of Indecent Incandescence

My HP Poem #953
©Atul Kaushal

#love #broken #heart #soldier #failed #national #security

Alem Hailu GKristos Sep 2015

Soaring With Wings of Success

“When we hand down
This flag to posterity
Paying prices of life
To the country's
Age-old sovereignty
It is with a word of caution
'This generation
Should accord due attention
To handing down
To the coming generation
A new Ethiopia
To fruits of development
A cornucopia!' ”

“Yes, grandpa
Working day and night
We shall take Ethiopia
To a new developmental height!

Once Ethiopia was great
How could we that forget?

The country's renaissance
Firm we shall advance!

For common growth
Resources we
Shall harness,
Allowing the region
Soar with wings of success!”//

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A poem I wrote on a flag day nothing the national feeling being eroded by cultural imperialism

#national #responsiblity #feelingflagaccepting

Jarrett Yap Aug 2015

Do I Love My Country?

Do I love my country?
Do I love my country?
Do I love my country?
To the question above, I simply reply ‘Yes’
But the more they ask, the more I question
Do I really love my country?

If I do indeed love my country
Why thoughts of migrating keep invading my mind?
Why do I feel like just running away?
Why do I feel as though there’s no hope?
Why am I, why am I not doing anything about it?

If I indeed do love my country
Why is it
That when the national anthem is playing
When in the past, I stood still wherever I may be
Frozen in my path and in my actions
Do not even dare to wipe a sweat
But now, but now,
It’s so easy to joke and to play
To tickle and to sway
To laugh with friends
When the Negaraku is being played

If my country, I do indeed love
Why is it that I look forward to National Day
For its holiday
And not for the reason of the day

I question myself again
Do I love my country?

A poem thought out in conjunction with National Day.

#day #malaysia #national #patriotism #58 #merdeka

Brent Kincaid Aug 2015

IGNOBLE CAUSE

We are suffering today
From a disease called hypocrisy.
And it is the basest enemy
Of freedom in democracy.
It substitutes a dollar amount
For lives and souls and hope
And tantalizes the population
With TV, ***** and dope.

By the time the population
Wakes up and catches on
A new batch of crooks exist
The old got rich, moved on.
Every campaign promise
They will fail to deliver.
They will lie to your face
And sell you down the river.

Our women are widows
Our children are orphans
The churches want money
For larger pipe organs.
They wring their hands
Subject abortion to scorn
But, abandon them to penury
As soon as they are born.

They say they want nobody
To receive free ride Medicare
Then freely give corporations
Un-needed trillions in welfare.
The chant against big government
Is a perennial marching tune.
They’ll decide the kind of ***,
And have control over wombs,

The world is a place today
Where the dollar comes first
And the children of the poor
Are usually treated the worst.
We are suffering today
From a disease called hypocrisy.
And it is the basest enemy
Of freedom in democracy.

#poetry #lies #of #cheating #country #hypocrisy #government #national #malfeasance #empoverisment

Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015

23June1988 10w

Awakened by cannonfire,
unmistakable,
LOUD.
Today is Luxembourg National Day

This is the final of fifteen 10-word poems I wrote this morning, 23 June 2015. I posted them here in the order in which I wrote them.

#day #celebration #national #luxembourg #cannon #neutral

Àŧùl Aug 2013

Get Your Hoes Out And...

Dig the ground,
Deeper & broader,
Large enough to accommodate,
And peacefully lay us,
The commoners to rest,
Without causing any disturbance,
To the Clout-clad looters.

Don't rest till you collapse lifelessly,
Into the mud extracted for digging,
Digging their trap deeper enough,
Deeper enough for all the clout,
'Cause you wouldn't even want,
Their zombies to be turn-out,
Escaping out stark naked,
Out in future to plight,
****** and blight,
Pester and fester
The future generation.

Oh but do we not know,
They will survive and flourish,
Indian or Russian or American or British,
The clout will always be there to ****/eat,
**** blood and eat meatballs,
Why they will survive,
And why the civilians suffer isn't riddle.

I refer to hoes as tools for digging, like the ones you might use in your gardens; the other meaning may also fit in with other combinations of similar words.

Clout-clad looters = Politicians

There's this globalization of the schemes of scams.

Hopefully, this lantern of questions will enlighten the way.

My HP Poem #401
©Atul Kaushal

#problems #integrity #national #global #patriotism

ArominizedM Jun 2015

Buhay ang langit sa piling mo

Nais ko lamang makita ang bayan,
Sigla ng unawa sa kasarinlan.
Bagkos natatanaw ang puot at pighati
Sa lupaing nais muling ibalik.

Bago sana idaing ang kawalan
Sarili muna'y puno ng kasiglakan
Bagamat pagtitiis ang ninais kabisaduhin
Pananampalataya sa Diyos ang dapat isa-isip.

#life #pride #independence #national #filipino #kasarinlan

SøułSurvivør May 2015

Arlington National Cemetery

Beautiful tribute
Tended lawns
Snow white crosses
In their throngs
Men sent out
To right the wrongs
Some were knighted
Some were pawns

There are lovely
Spreading trees
Bowing in the
Scented breeze
In the winter
There to freeze
There our nation's
On its knees

There are many
Stones for heads
Punctured by
The flying lead
There are widows
For those wed
The hearts are countless

They, too, are dead.

SoulSurvivor
Memorial Day
(C) 5/25/2015

If the hearts of wives, children,
Mothers, fathers and friends
Were to be counted the earth
Wouldn't contain the dead.

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#war #dead #hearts #memorial #national #cemetary #soldiers #arlington #loved-ones