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Saturday, 28 May 2016
Best 9 Memorial Day Poems 2016
Best 9 Memorial Day Poems 2016
Memorial day is the day which touches the heart of any person who have even a single person of feeling for his country. It is a day in which we remember the ones who gave their life's on battle-field just to protect us. I wonder how different the world would be today if they were not there for us.
Memorial Day Poems
Memorial day 2016 has come to mean in the start of summer and to be exact on 30th may, a period for picnics and grills, and an occasion to accumulate around the family. That feeling of happiness and joy is because of the sacrifice made by men and women who have battled for the opportunities and freedoms Americans hold today. Memorial day is a period to recollect that the American lifestyle is not shoddy yet rather has been acquired by the lives and blood of such a large number of veterans who have sacrificed their life for us.
So now let us begin with telling you guys some of the amazing poems which you can use on this memorial day.
We walked among the crosses Where our fallen soldiers lay. And listened to the bugle As TAPS began to play. The Chaplin led a prayer We stood with heads bowed low. And I thought of fallen comrades I had known so long ago. They came from every city Across this fertile land. That we might live in freedom. They lie here 'neath the sand. I felt a little guilty My sacrifice was small. I only lost a little time But these men lost their all. Now the services are over For this Memorial Day. To the names upon these crosses I just want to say, Thanks for what you've given No one could ask for more. May you rest with God in heaven From now through evermore. This Poem was composed by C W Johnson
This Poem is composed by C W Johnson for Memorial day and for remembering the soldiers, Oh I truly love this one.
Death of a Hero: Clothes soaked with blood, and blood on his boots As he breaths he gurgles blood He lays in the shadow cast by a wall of stone A million miles from home Eyes wide with fright. His brothers by his side. He quietly prays as he slowly dies As blood drains from his body, color leaves his face His blood waters the flowers in this God forsaken place They hold him so he doesn’t die alone. They hold him until they have to bag him and send him home. Tears leave streaks down a dirty face Sorrow and emptiness now takes his place With the utmost care they zip up the big black bag and wrap his body in an American flag. A hero is going home. This Poem was composed by Steve Carlsen
This Poem is composed Steve Carlsen, though it is not about the Memorial Day, but it really touches one's heart and makes them love the heroes of U.S.A. because of whom we really celebrate Memorial Day.
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A Mother's Tear: There's more to the story, than what just appears. A war written story, from blood and from tears. My son went to war, a very proud man. He fought in Iraq, on the hot desert sands. He witnessed his buddies, his comrades, his men, bleeding and dying, he witnessed their end. Where is Pvt. Tommy? He's blown up all around, his comrades spent hours, picking him from the ground. Sleeping in holes, dug in the sand, dreaming of home, but it's become foreign land. He can't tell his enemy, from family or foe, as he watches his friends sent out, with tags on their toe. He knows his Mama, is sleepless like him, and he tries to send word, whenever he can. He tries not to worry, his family at home, the horror that he faces, he faces alone. His mission is over, he's sent back to me, he fought for our freedom, but he'll never be free. He yearns for his buddies, that died over there. He's caught with the living, in a doubled looped snare. He screams in the night, for the battle still roars, as he lays in his bed, he re-lives all the horror. Nobody heard the fight, he still fights, except for his Mama, who comforts him every night. He never will be, the son I once knew, the war killed that part, for freedom, for you. Great Nation, Great Leaders, and all those who will hear, Freedom began on a mother's first tear. Poem composed by Amy Peterson
This one is People's favorite and everyone comes to tears while coming until the end of this poem. It's truly a masterpiece of telling a mother's feelings when such kind of heroes gives their life.
We Never Forget: Brothers and Sisters at rest we never forget the gift you give we still receive how could you know so young that your battle at all cost must be won Brothers and Sisters at rest may we, in your eyes pass your test and one day, with honor join your ranks Poem composed by Mitchell Browder
A short and sweet poem by Mitchell Browder on how we can never forget the gift that the veterans have blessed us with.
When you see millions of the mouthless dead:When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams in pale battalions go, Say not soft things as other men have said, That you'll remember. For you need not so. Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they know It is not curses heaped on each gashed head? Nor tears. Their blind eyes see not your tears flow. Nor honour. It is easy to be dead. Say only this, “They are dead.” Then add thereto, “Yet many a better one has died before.” Then, scanning all the o'ercrowded mass, should you Perceive one face that you loved heretofore, It is a spook. None wears the face you knew. Great death has made all his for evermore. Poem composed by Charles Sorley
Charles Sorley was the one who was killed at the age of twenty on 13th October 1915, in the Battle of Loos. He himself wrote "When you see millions of the mouthless dead" poem and it is truly amazing.
Remembrance Day: She stands in the cold Her black cloth coat Suits the occasion But fails to keep her warm Despite the gleam of silver At her breast.*
Her thoughts circle round:
“Why did we have another war? Didn’t we lose enough men already? Why did my sons have to die? O God, keep me upright. Help me not to scream Out their names.
“What will we have for dinner tonight? What would Joey and Bill have wanted? It’s so hard to have faith… It’s so hard to have hope… Why did my sons have to die? Jesus, you comforted your mother As she stood and watched you die. If I pray hard enough Will you bring comfort to me?
“If that preacher says ‘Noble Sacrifice’ One more time I’ll scream… I’ll scream out their names So hard the dead will hear me. Only this time, I’ll scream out loud Instead of in my heart.”
But she doesn’t scream… She stands beside the Honour Guard Who are older than her sons Were when they died.
The people nearby watch her, Wondering how she can stand So still, so calm, Knowing she lost two boys, Thinking she has lost her grief After all these years When to her it might Have been today. Poem composed by Clare Stewart
This poem by Clare Stewart, who is a Canadian, is just too perfect for Memorial Day, though its name is rememberance day which is a totally different holiday. Despite that when we read this poem it feels like it is written by Clare Stewart specifically for the memorial day itself.
Remember Me: I was once the pride of this country, The healthy, the young, the strong and brave, Then I quickly became the acceptable casualty In my country’s undeclared war In the name of national interest, A country where I was too young to vote! I went because I was still too young To know any better, though others Cleverly refused or ran away to hide. I never once dreamed my own government Would ever lie to its own people, But I was mistaken and they did for years. I fought their war in a hell for one year, Then came home and found another hell, Awaiting from the very people and country Who determined I go in the first place Then their war, suddenly became mine, And I was the convenient scapegoat! Today, I am the broken bodies and minds Shunted off, out of sight, behind heavy doors Of VA hospitals and mental wards to die. I am in wheel chairs and braces, in hospital beds; I walk the streets; I wander the railroad tracks, I sleep beneath the stars. Poem composed by Curtis D Bennett
This poem is by Curtis D Bennett who explains how he feels when someone forget him when he once was ready to give his everything for them. So this poem by him is to tell the people to remember the ones who fought for their safety and freedom.
Freedom Isn't Free: I watched the flag pass by one day. It fluttered in the breeze. A young Marine saluted it, and then he stood at ease. I looked at him in uniform So young, so tall, so proud, He'd stand out in any crowd. I thought how many men like him Had fallen through the years. How many died on foreign soil? How many mothers' tears? How many pilots' planes shot down? How many died at sea? How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, freedom isn't free. I heard the sound of TAPS one night, When everything was still I listened to the bugler play And felt a sudden chill. I wondered just how many times That TAPS had meant "Amen," When a flag had draped a coffin Of a brother or a friend. I thought of all the children, Of the mothers and the wives, Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives. I thought about a graveyard At the bottom of the sea Of unmarked graves in Arlington. No, freedom isn't free. Poem composed by Kelly Strong
A handful of old men walking down the village street In worn, brushed uniforms, their gray heads high; A faded flag above them, one drum to lift their feet- Look again, O heart of mine, and see what passes by! There's a vast crowd swaying, there's a wild band playing, The streets are full of marching men, or tramping cavalry. Alive and young and straight again, they ride to greet a mate again- The gallant souls, the great souls that live eternally! A handful of old men walking down the highways? Nay, we look on heroes that march among their peers, The great, glad Companions have swung from heaven's byways And come to join their own again across the dusty years. There are strong hands meeting, there are staunch hearts greeting- A crying of remembered names, of deeds that shall not die. A handful of old men?-Nay, my heart, look well again; The spirit of America today is marching by! Poem composed by Theodosia Pickering Garrison