#september11 - Hello Poetry

It was a crisp September morning Very unassuming When 20 trolls Jerks who would take 3000 Lives Lives plucked from this planet Brutally As the planes attacked there targets The world changed for ever 11 175 75 93

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Dec 16, 2024

Dec 16, 2024 at 9:41 AM UTC

RoxalanaMalone

9/11

It was a crisp September morning Very unassuming When 20 trolls Jerks who would take 3000 Lives Lives plucked from this planet Brutally As the planes attacked there targets The world changed for ever 11 175 75 93

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We wake up Every morning, Not knowing It may be Our last

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Sep 11, 2020

Sep 11, 2020 at 5:38 AM UTC

slydosted

9/11

We wake up Every morning, Not knowing It may be Our last

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Everyone now knows The unforgettable date That took so many lives And determined so many peoples fate "Sit down students watch T.V This is important information Which effects you and me" "Is this a movie?" "Is this for real?" "Look at those plane, they're aiming to **** All of a sudden There was a sound "Look at the building, it's starting to fall down!" No one was certain No one full knew The gravity of the situation Which grew and grew A few minutes later Another building was struck Seems like the United States Just ran out of luck When the situation diminished Lots of people cried Mourning over their loved ones That didn't survive United we stood Standing as one Recovering from the incident That had much damage done

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Mar 14, 2019

Mar 14, 2019 at 9:18 PM UTC

CandiLove

911: The Tragedy

Everyone now knows The unforgettable date That took so many lives And determined so many peoples fate "Sit down students watch T.V This is important information Which effects you and me" "Is this a movie?" "Is this for real?" "Look at those plane, they're aiming to **** All of a sudden There was a sound "Look at the building, it's starting to fall down!" No one was certain No one full knew The gravity of the situation Which grew and grew A few minutes later Another building was struck Seems like the United States Just ran out of luck When the situation diminished Lots of people cried Mourning over their loved ones That didn't survive United we stood Standing as one Recovering from the incident That had much damage done

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| two | | a nation | | twin | | built on | | towers | | ideals and | | rising | | grandest | | so high | | immigrant | | up into | | dreams | | the sky | | (and yes... | | repre- | | on slave | | senting | | labor too) | | soaring | | a nation | | ambition | | of mighty | | & wealth | | paradoxes | ------------------------------------------------------------ and then ...BOOM... world changed all all reduced broken to heaping by hateful piles of rubble brainwashed and raw emotion men drowned in tears & fears & rage.tears & fears & rage ------------------------------------------------------------ we rose from the ashes united in mourning national pride swelling emotions still swirling we warmly embraced neighbors and friends overwhelmed with grief paralyzed by anguish we explosively cursed those enemies who'd hurt us simmering in anger engulfed in fiery rage we boldly surged into war to defend and protect blinded by our deep-set fears dead-set on vengeance we let the years pass we still remember we still recover we still rebuild we still rise from what is clear but to where? please let us be wise

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Sep 11, 2018

Sep 11, 2018 at 7:16 PM UTC

MicMag

Rise & Fall & ...

| two | | a nation | | twin | | built on | | towers | | ideals and | | rising | | grandest | | so high | | immigrant | | up into | | dreams | | the sky | | (and yes... | | repre- | | on slave | | senting | | labor too) | | soaring | | a nation | | ambition | | of mighty | | & wealth | | paradoxes | ------------------------------------------------------------ and then ...BOOM... world changed all all reduced broken to heaping by hateful piles of rubble brainwashed and raw emotion men drowned in tears & fears & rage.tears & fears & rage ------------------------------------------------------------ we rose from the ashes united in mourning national pride swelling emotions still swirling we warmly embraced neighbors and friends overwhelmed with grief paralyzed by anguish we explosively cursed those enemies who'd hurt us simmering in anger engulfed in fiery rage we boldly surged into war to defend and protect blinded by our deep-set fears dead-set on vengeance we let the years pass we still remember we still recover we still rebuild we still rise from what is clear but to where? please let us be wise

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Never has this nation stood as tall As the day after its great fall But now? So many years after we've risen? Not in ages have we seen such division Divided we fall and united we stand? Have we somehow flipped the values of this land? That terrible day mourning hand in hand Has faded away to competing demands of Make Us Greats and Yes We Cans Now we stand opposed diametrically divided Wondering if ever again we'll stand happily united

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Sep 11, 2018

Sep 11, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC

MicMag

United?

Never has this nation stood as tall As the day after its great fall But now? So many years after we've risen? Not in ages have we seen such division Divided we fall and united we stand? Have we somehow flipped the values of this land? That terrible day mourning hand in hand Has faded away to competing demands of Make Us Greats and Yes We Cans Now we stand opposed diametrically divided Wondering if ever again we'll stand happily united

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You were fourteen in Dr. A.’s class when on that day you proclaimed to have learned nothing and on that day Dr. A. held no doctorate degree. You were fourteen in Dr. A.’s class when bodies: sick, overweight, in-shape fell from buildings and into to TV screens into history books, only to be stuck forever in a New York newsreel in their Tuesday outfits with Monday night’s love and touch brewing, aged and earthy, from their falling lives. If you listen closely on the eve of this day the wind still whispers their scent of perfume trails, still whispers what really happened that busy day in the clouds, in the sky. I was ten and can’t recall where I was or in whose company but like the waters stretched between Europe, Africa, and the America’s, I was (am) far removed, was (am) still putting together the blue-black lineage of my triangular history that drowned in the salty waters stretched, flowing between three continents. But fifteen years later, we (you and I) have overcome the billowing black clouds of Tuesdays the Monday night upsets, and the routed maritime of our ancestors. 15 years later you are still alive with your blue eyes and clear face, are still four years my senior are still my guiding light and sight of sun.

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Sep 11, 2016

Sep 11, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC

jayharrispoetry

My Sight of Sun on the 15th Anniversary of 9/11

You were fourteen in Dr. A.’s class when on that day you proclaimed to have learned nothing and on that day Dr. A. held no doctorate degree. You were fourteen in Dr. A.’s class when bodies: sick, overweight, in-shape fell from buildings and into to TV screens into history books, only to be stuck forever in a New York newsreel in their Tuesday outfits with Monday night’s love and touch brewing, aged and earthy, from their falling lives. If you listen closely on the eve of this day the wind still whispers their scent of perfume trails, still whispers what really happened that busy day in the clouds, in the sky. I was ten and can’t recall where I was or in whose company but like the waters stretched between Europe, Africa, and the America’s, I was (am) far removed, was (am) still putting together the blue-black lineage of my triangular history that drowned in the salty waters stretched, flowing between three continents. But fifteen years later, we (you and I) have overcome the billowing black clouds of Tuesdays the Monday night upsets, and the routed maritime of our ancestors. 15 years later you are still alive with your blue eyes and clear face, are still four years my senior are still my guiding light and sight of sun.

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Let the world always remember, That fateful day in September, And the ones who answered duty's call, Should be remembered by us all. Who left the comfort of their home, To face perils as yet unknown, An embodiment of goodness on a day, When men's hearts had gone astray. Sons and daughters like me and you, Who never questioned what they had to do, Who by example, were a source of hope, And strength to others who could not cope. Heroes that would not turn their back, With determination that would not crack, Who bound together in their ranks, And asking not a word of thanks. Men who bravely gave their lives, Whose orphaned kids and widowed wives, Can proudly look back on their dad, Who gave this country all they had. Actions taken without regret, Heroisms we shall never forget, The ones who paid the ultimate price, Let's never forget their sacrifice. And never forget the ones no longer here, Who fought for the freedoms we all hold dear, And may their memory never wane, Lest their sacrifices be in vain. 09-30-10b.

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Dec 30, 2011

Dec 30, 2011 at 1:31 AM UTC

alan-w-jankowski

We Shall Never Forget (9-11 Tribute)

Let the world always remember, That fateful day in September, And the ones who answered duty's call, Should be remembered by us all. Who left the comfort of their home, To face perils as yet unknown, An embodiment of goodness on a day, When men's hearts had gone astray. Sons and daughters like me and you, Who never questioned what they had to do, Who by example, were a source of hope, And strength to others who could not cope. Heroes that would not turn their back, With determination that would not crack, Who bound together in their ranks, And asking not a word of thanks. Men who bravely gave their lives, Whose orphaned kids and widowed wives, Can proudly look back on their dad, Who gave this country all they had. Actions taken without regret, Heroisms we shall never forget, The ones who paid the ultimate price, Let's never forget their sacrifice. And never forget the ones no longer here, Who fought for the freedoms we all hold dear, And may their memory never wane, Lest their sacrifices be in vain. 09-30-10b.

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today i asked my mom what happened on 9/11 here is how that conversation went me: what happened on 9/11 mom: Well, a plane crash- me: what really happened mom:(sigh) I was nursing you mom:i found out, by a phone call. it was grandma karen, she called and asked if your dad was ok me:Then what mom: I called him mom:he said he was hungry so he went to get mcdonalds before his flight me:wait, he was supposed to be on that flight? mom: he missed his 1st class boarding and they wouldn't let him on. me:wow mom: we were 5 minutes away from losing him. but that idiot wanted mcdonalds(crying) and he missed...his...bleeping flight!!! Mom: you were barely over a year and your father was nearly killed me:oh my gosh mom: me: mom: then, i turned on the news in time to see the second tower fall. me: mom: it was strangely beautiful, no, thats not the word.... it was captivating, like a bad car wreck you can't look away from. and the world stopped, and inside i was praying to god even though i had never prayed before in my life. me: mom: thats what happened on 9/11 me: mom: thats what happened

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Sep 10, 2014

Sep 10, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC

annacart

9/11

today i asked my mom what happened on 9/11 here is how that conversation went me: what happened on 9/11 mom: Well, a plane crash- me: what really happened mom:(sigh) I was nursing you mom:i found out, by a phone call. it was grandma karen, she called and asked if your dad was ok me:Then what mom: I called him mom:he said he was hungry so he went to get mcdonalds before his flight me:wait, he was supposed to be on that flight? mom: he missed his 1st class boarding and they wouldn't let him on. me:wow mom: we were 5 minutes away from losing him. but that idiot wanted mcdonalds(crying) and he missed...his...bleeping flight!!! Mom: you were barely over a year and your father was nearly killed me:oh my gosh mom: me: mom: then, i turned on the news in time to see the second tower fall. me: mom: it was strangely beautiful, no, thats not the word.... it was captivating, like a bad car wreck you can't look away from. and the world stopped, and inside i was praying to god even though i had never prayed before in my life. me: mom: thats what happened on 9/11 me: mom: thats what happened

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The bustle, The bristle, Many jeans, blue sky The Taxis, Yellow seams Knitting The city inside A memory, A vision, Of a faraway land Here now, Feeling strongly As death in a hand A corner Of horror Cries from the tomb I heard Her say Babies died in wombs Chaos, heroes Intimate revulsion Try Try again No anger, but sinking emotion The demons All saints Battled till the death This place Hallowed yard Did we meet the test? No laughter no matter We're still seeking the lost Their faces Etched smiles Remain hanging on the cross The weight Our burden? Who’s allowed to carry it now? Closed eyes Tears sting I approach the grave And bow.

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC

heather-louise-humphrey

Aftermath (The World Trade Center)

The bustle, The bristle, Many jeans, blue sky The Taxis, Yellow seams Knitting The city inside A memory, A vision, Of a faraway land Here now, Feeling strongly As death in a hand A corner Of horror Cries from the tomb I heard Her say Babies died in wombs Chaos, heroes Intimate revulsion Try Try again No anger, but sinking emotion The demons All saints Battled till the death This place Hallowed yard Did we meet the test? No laughter no matter We're still seeking the lost Their faces Etched smiles Remain hanging on the cross The weight Our burden? Who’s allowed to carry it now? Closed eyes Tears sting I approach the grave And bow.

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