#firefighters - Hello Poetry

Firefighters Thank you for your service Firefighters thank you for hard working people Firefighters thank you for saving lives of love ones Firefighters thank you to your family for letting you do for job Firefighters thank you for fighting when we can’t Firefighters thank you for everything you do but most of all thank you for being you Firefighters some may feel they do unnoticed but believe me we see you Firefighters again we thank you

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Aug 19, 2025

Aug 19, 2025 at 5:04 PM UTC

Lombardopoetry2018

Firefighters

Firefighters Thank you for your service Firefighters thank you for hard working people Firefighters thank you for saving lives of love ones Firefighters thank you to your family for letting you do for job Firefighters thank you for fighting when we can’t Firefighters thank you for everything you do but most of all thank you for being you Firefighters some may feel they do unnoticed but believe me we see you Firefighters again we thank you

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Among mankind's best— Brave, courageous Heroes who do no harm Assuaging our fear With fellow feeling and care Amidst viral strains' stealthy swarm Among mankind's worst— Mean, dastardly Zeros who do know harm Stoking pandemic fear Scamming the unsuspecting ear With a smiling swindler's charm Heroes & Zeros Best and worst of mankind— What a dichotomy! We'll keep hoping instead For a bright future ahead Daily coping with anxiety © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.

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Apr 12, 2020

Apr 12, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC

poetry2go

Heroes & Zeros

Among mankind's best— Brave, courageous Heroes who do no harm Assuaging our fear With fellow feeling and care Amidst viral strains' stealthy swarm Among mankind's worst— Mean, dastardly Zeros who do know harm Stoking pandemic fear Scamming the unsuspecting ear With a smiling swindler's charm Heroes & Zeros Best and worst of mankind— What a dichotomy! We'll keep hoping instead For a bright future ahead Daily coping with anxiety © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.

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You can call us all, including our dog, your hero men So when you need help quickly call 9/11 Rescue we try and save you we hope, from Gods sun filled heaven but sometimes we lose out to the devil in this ash scattered hell Climbing the steps and spraying the fire, that nobody's skin should've felt Bringing you out, one by one, just hold on tight to my safety belt. We are there to protect you, not to distress you Dressed in blue, pistol and taser at side, all in full view We arrest the speedsters, traffickers and all the gangsters Let the judges decide if the sentence should incur extra time for visitors Your lawyers, barristers and familiar jailbird friends Will testify, use false alibi to get you off and to make amends. We're racing to the scene with the medicine in the back Inside bed, needles and portable CPR machine, just in case of a heart attack We will revive the dead, patch up a sore head and even help mother with newborn So let us through with ease and don't for a second put your hand on the horn For one day, it might be you or your family or even a long lost friend That is waiting for the moving medical miracle machine in the end. We dress in disguise, mainly in tree green and dirt black On the back of tanks, falling from the sky and we won't take any flak We're here with orders from the guy at the top So don't get upset at us, when we come back with a hop We fight to protect the freedom of all mankind Just doing our job and hoping not to leave, anybody behind.

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Sep 10, 2019

Sep 10, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC

Fetchitnow

US Heroes

You can call us all, including our dog, your hero men So when you need help quickly call 9/11 Rescue we try and save you we hope, from Gods sun filled heaven but sometimes we lose out to the devil in this ash scattered hell Climbing the steps and spraying the fire, that nobody's skin should've felt Bringing you out, one by one, just hold on tight to my safety belt. We are there to protect you, not to distress you Dressed in blue, pistol and taser at side, all in full view We arrest the speedsters, traffickers and all the gangsters Let the judges decide if the sentence should incur extra time for visitors Your lawyers, barristers and familiar jailbird friends Will testify, use false alibi to get you off and to make amends. We're racing to the scene with the medicine in the back Inside bed, needles and portable CPR machine, just in case of a heart attack We will revive the dead, patch up a sore head and even help mother with newborn So let us through with ease and don't for a second put your hand on the horn For one day, it might be you or your family or even a long lost friend That is waiting for the moving medical miracle machine in the end. We dress in disguise, mainly in tree green and dirt black On the back of tanks, falling from the sky and we won't take any flak We're here with orders from the guy at the top So don't get upset at us, when we come back with a hop We fight to protect the freedom of all mankind Just doing our job and hoping not to leave, anybody behind.

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A skippity hop and muddy socks Sail boats and rain coats Semis and dump trucks Bubble baths with ducks Throwing a ball I love it all!! ***** feet and a sweet treat Firefighters and quad riders Lights and sirens and jolly lions Puppy heroes and horses with wings These are a few of my favorite things

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Nov 21, 2018

Nov 21, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC

Dani32316

Her Favorite Things!

A skippity hop and muddy socks Sail boats and rain coats Semis and dump trucks Bubble baths with ducks Throwing a ball I love it all!! ***** feet and a sweet treat Firefighters and quad riders Lights and sirens and jolly lions Puppy heroes and horses with wings These are a few of my favorite things

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We risk our lives everyday every time that we clock in, it's our way of life and what we do its the way it's always been. We wake at 3 am to bells ringing and sirens blare, we leap to our feet and go get dressed to fight deep in Hells lair. In the darkness we don our gear Strap on helmet and boot, as one these brothers all get up go sliding down the chute. We run to the truck now wide awake and with ease we slide in, we put on our headsets to hear each other all other noise becomes a low din. We race to the scene where smoke is showing no one knows who got out, we put on our airpacks and our masks to talk we must now shout. With axe in hand we enter therein the Devils home amidst the flame, we quickly search for everyone boy, girl, man and dame. The air is hot we can feel it through the clothe armor that we wear, but on we search through the building till we realize we're low on air. Another crew goes in In their hands the hose To find the seat of the flames It's advancement to oppose We cut the roof we pull the ceiling Our hands and feet lose all feeling We find a child we cover them up We rush back to the door We bring them to safety and go back in To check and search for more For hours the cycle repeats Till all is said and done The fire is out, we've done our job This time we won No fire is left and all are safe We put our tools and hose away And go back to the station Where hopefully we'll get to stay Our gears been scrubbed Time to rest our exhausted bodies We wake at 8 am to bells ringing and sirens blare, we leap to our feet and go get dressed to fight deep in Hells lair...

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May 14, 2017

May 14, 2017 at 10:32 PM UTC

ryan-long

A Fireman's Day

We risk our lives everyday every time that we clock in, it's our way of life and what we do its the way it's always been. We wake at 3 am to bells ringing and sirens blare, we leap to our feet and go get dressed to fight deep in Hells lair. In the darkness we don our gear Strap on helmet and boot, as one these brothers all get up go sliding down the chute. We run to the truck now wide awake and with ease we slide in, we put on our headsets to hear each other all other noise becomes a low din. We race to the scene where smoke is showing no one knows who got out, we put on our airpacks and our masks to talk we must now shout. With axe in hand we enter therein the Devils home amidst the flame, we quickly search for everyone boy, girl, man and dame. The air is hot we can feel it through the clothe armor that we wear, but on we search through the building till we realize we're low on air. Another crew goes in In their hands the hose To find the seat of the flames It's advancement to oppose We cut the roof we pull the ceiling Our hands and feet lose all feeling We find a child we cover them up We rush back to the door We bring them to safety and go back in To check and search for more For hours the cycle repeats Till all is said and done The fire is out, we've done our job This time we won No fire is left and all are safe We put our tools and hose away And go back to the station Where hopefully we'll get to stay Our gears been scrubbed Time to rest our exhausted bodies We wake at 8 am to bells ringing and sirens blare, we leap to our feet and go get dressed to fight deep in Hells lair...

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I always feel the steel of my bones begin to bend. The flame you left burning inside of me has not gone out. And, oh, believe me, it is easy to suit back up. It is simple to keep a straight face. Even when I hear your voice resound in the red walls, or when the thought of myself beneath you follows me into the dark.

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May 14, 2015

May 14, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC

farron

my armor, your heat

I always feel the steel of my bones begin to bend. The flame you left burning inside of me has not gone out. And, oh, believe me, it is easy to suit back up. It is simple to keep a straight face. Even when I hear your voice resound in the red walls, or when the thought of myself beneath you follows me into the dark.

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