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Have you ever considered how soldiers are praised for putting their life at risk to safeguard ours? You can have a clear idea though patriotic poems, for example!
Patriotism may be defined as a mood, a level of allegiance to one’s motherland, a moral concept, or anything else. This virtue motivates citizens to strive selflessly for the betterment of their nation.
True patriots make up a genuinely developed country. In other words, patriotism is prioritizing the country’s interests over one’s own. Many excellent poets have produced patriotic poems to express their gratitude for our country’s soldiers
For example, as a mark of gratitude for his independent nation, a well-known writer produced several patriotic poems.
Poems on patriotism are inspiring and motivational, and they all revolve around the erosion of constitutional liberties and what we can do about it. A great deal of patriotic poetry is based on the American Revolution. A fresh revolution is the topic of this patriotism poetry.
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Best Patriotic Poems
The best patriotic poems include Generations and Honoring Our Military by Joanna Fuchs. He was regarded as a true patriot for his country, and his love for the country was immense.
1. A Nation’s Strength
by William Ralph Emerson
What makes a nation’s pillars high
And its foundations strong?
What makes it mighty to defy
The foes that round it throng?
It is not gold. Its kingdoms grand
Go down in battle shock;
Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,
Not on abiding rock.
Is it the sword? Ask the red dust
Of empires passed away;
The blood has turned their stones to rust,
Their glory to decay.
And is it pride? Ah, that bright crown
Has seemed to nations sweet;
But God has struck its luster down
In ashes at his feet.
Not gold but only men can make
A people great and strong;
Men who for truth and honor’s sake
Stand fast and suffer long.
Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly…
They build a nation’s pillars deep
And lift them to the sky.
2. Country, My Country
by Amos Russel Wells
Fair with the beauty of heaven on earth,
Noble with honor’s immutable worth,—
Other lands also are noble and fair,
Slaughter and ruin are ravaging there;
Country, my country, give ear to the call,
Guarding the beauty and honor of all.
Rich with the store of a bountiful soil,
Laden with fruit of invincible toil,—
Wealth of the world is in peril to day,
Riches of ages are lost in the fray;
Country, my country, obeying the call,
Lavish your wealth in the service of all.
Strong with a young and exhilarant power,
Brave in the dark of a desperate hour,—
Other lands also heroic and strong
Pour out their blood in the battle with wrong;
Country, my country, where myriads fall,
Venture your life for the lives of them all.
Free with a liberty blessedly bold
Born of the struggles of centuries old,—
Justice and liberty, law and the right,
All are at stake in the resolute fight;
Country, my country, let nothing appall,
Dare to be free for the freedom of all.
3. A Song of Our Nation
by Anonymous
Crowding the eastern gates,
Crowding the western gates,
To these United States
From all the earth,
Here may they ever find
Welcome and solace kind,
Freedom of heart and mind,
Fortune and worth.
Here may we be as one,
Here may the right be done,
Here let our purpose run
True evermore;
Here in fair brotherhood
Seeking the common good,
Stand as our fathers stood,
Bear as they bore.
God of our liberty,
Keep us securely free,
Grant us on land and sea
Blessings of peace;
But for the stricken right
May we be firm to fight.
And may our honest might
Ever increase.
4. Where the Mind Is Without Fear
by Rabindranath Tagore
Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been
broken up into fragments by
narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from
the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches
its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the dreary
desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is lead forward by thee
into ever-widening thought and action-
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father,
let my country awake.
5. The Tyrants
by Joanna Fuchs
The tyrants are on the loose again;
They hate all but their own.
They give their lives to kill us,
To scatter our blood and bone.
They care not whom they murder,
Whether woman, man or child;
Their minds are full of fury;
Their sickness has gone wild.
To rule the world with violence
Is their one and only goal;
Terror is their method;
They want complete control.
We’ve seen it all before,
And we could not let it be;
We gave our lives for freedom,
For the world, and for you and me.
We fight all forms of oppression,
Helping victims far and near,
To keep the world from chaos,
To protect what we hold dear.
America’s the only country
That gives with its whole heart,
And asks so very little;
We always do our part.
So let’s unite again
To subdue our newest foe,
Whatever we must do,
Wherever we must go.
Let’s show the world once more
That America is blessed
With people who are heroes,
Who meet each and every test.
Famous Patriotic Poems
Many famous patriotic poems are based on the notion of the American revolution. Some small patriotic poems in English by famous poets such as Karl Fuchs are the founder’s ruler. A huge success.
1. Where the Towers Stood
by Joanna Fuchs
A burned-out crater lay in ruins for years,
While Americans, heartbroken, dried their tears,
A gaping maw where once twin towers stood,
A hole created by evil attacking good.
When terrorists bombed skyscrapers made of steel,
Americans struggled through a cruel ordeal.
Yet through this tragedy we found some good;
We found community and brotherhood.
Whenever a terrorist attack on us begins,
The American spirit rises, and always wins.
Our battle with these terrorists is not done;
Remember, nine-eleven, two thousand one.
2. Great, Strong, Free, and True
by Amos Russel Wells
Great, my country, great in gold,
Great in riches manifold,
Great in store of vital grain,
Great in trade’s benign domain,
Ever great in kindly deed,
All your wealth for all that need.
Strong, my country, armed in might,
Bold in battle for the right,
Ready for the testing hour,
Knowing not to faint or cower,
And your valor all possessed
For the weaker and oppressed.
Free, my country, nobly free,
Gracious land of liberty,
Free in word and free in thought,
Freedom’s fabric freely wrought,
Free to break the chains that bind
Wretched millions of mankind.
True, my country, grandly true
To the task that calls for you,
True in peril’s dire despite
To the challenge of the right,
To the far ideal plan,
Ever true to God and man.
3. On the Freedom of the Press
by Ben Franklin
While free from Force the Press remains,
Virtue and Freedom chear our Plains,
And Learning Largesses bestows,
And keeps unlicens’d open House.
We to the Nation’s publick Mart
Our Works of Wit, and Schemes of Art,
And philosophic Goods, this Way,
Like Water carriage, cheap convey.
This Tree which Knowledge so affords,
Inquisitors with flaming swords
From Lay-Approach with Zeal defend,
Lest their own Paradise should end.
The Press from her fecundous Womb
Brought forth the Arts of Greece and Rome;
Her offspring, skill’d in Logic War,
Truth’s Banner wav’d in open Air;
The Monster Superstition fled,
And hid in Shades in Gorgon Head;
And awless Pow’r, the long kept Field,
By Reason quell’d, was forc’d to yield.
This Nurse of Arts, and Freedom’s Fence,
To chain, is Treason against Sense:
And Liberty, thy thousand Tongues
None silence who design no Wrongs;
For those who use the Gag’s Restraint,
First Rob, before they stop Complaint.
4. The People’s Prayer
by Anonymous
God bless our dear United States,
Preserve the land from evil fates,
Lift high her banner fair and free,
And guard her bounds from sea to sea.
From foe without and foe within,
From open shame and hidden sin,
From boastful pride and greedy store.
God keep our nation evermore.
Forever may her friendly hands
Receive the poor of other lands
In kindliness of sisterhood,
And fill their arms with ample good.
Assailed by battle hosts of wrong,
God help our country to be strong.
Assailed by falsehood’s crafty crew,
God help our country to be true.
God hold the nation’s aim sincere,
God save her heart from coward fear,
God prosper her in true success,
And crown her head with worthiness.
God bless our dear United States,
Preserve the land from evil fates,
Lift high her banner fair and tree,
And ever guard her liberty.
5. In the Day of Battle
by Bliss Carman
In the day of battle,
In the night of dread,
Let one hymn be lifted,
Let one prayer be said.
Not for pride of conquest,
Not for vengeance wrought,
Nor for peace and safety
With dishonour bought!
Praise for faith in freedom,
Our fighting fathers’ stay,
Born of dreams and daring,
Bred above dismay.
Prayer for cloudless vision,
And the valiant hand,
That the right may triumph
To the last demand.
Short Patriotic Poems
Who says the token of gratitude has to be lengthy? As an example, short patriotic poems can be employed. Langston Hughes considers short poems on patriotism to be an art form.
1. My Country’s Wardrobe
by Emily Dickinson
My country need not change her gown,
Her triple suit as sweet
As when ‘t was cut at Lexington,
And first pronounced “a fit.”
Great Britain disapproves “the stars;”
Disparagement discreet, —
There ‘s something in their attitude
That taunts her bayonet.
2. An American Creed
by Everard Jack Appleton
Straight thinking,
Straight talking,
Straight doing,
And a firm belief in the might of right.
Patience linked with patriotism,
Justice added to kindliness,
Uncompromising devotion to this country,
And active, not passive, Americanism.
To talk less, to mean more,
To complain less, to accomplish more,
And to so live that every one of us is ready to look
Eternity in the face at any moment, and be unafraid!
3. When Our Land Was New
by Annette Wynne
When our land was new
And all untried
It was you
Who proved the guide—
Proved her guide to lead her so
She could live and grow.
When our land was new
And weak and small,
It was you
Who taught her all—
For your vision clear as sun,
Thank you, Washington!
4. The Tasseled Corn
by Edna Dean Proctor
The rose may bloom for England,
The lily for France unfold;
Ireland may honor the shamrock
Scotland her thistle bold;
But the shield of the great republic,
The glory of the West,
Shall bear a stalk of the tasseled corn,
Of all our wealth the best.
5. Song of Our Land
by Annette Wynne
Mountainland, fountainland, shoreland and sea,
God’s land thou art surely—His gift to the free;
How blest are thy children wherever they roam
To claim thee their country, their hope, and their home.
I love thee, my country, O great be thy fame;
I love thy dear banner—I honor thy name;
I’ll live for thee, die for thee, serve no land but thee—
My country forever, great land of the free!
Inspirational Patriotic Poems
Inspirational patriotic poems should have the goal of illuminating other people’s feelings for their nation. Khalil Gibran is most known for his poems about nationalism and patriotism. His work garnered him many admirers.
1. One Nation Under God
by Roger Robicheau
One Nation Under God we live
Think about all some had to give
We the people share freedom’s life
In a world of ever present strife
Be grateful to those who keep this true
Warriors of our red, white, and blue
They’re trained by those of great skill
Honed to perform, so strong their will
They show what love is all about
They’ll fight for us, there is no doubt
Defending bravely what we are
No holding back each heartfelt star
Highly praise these men and women
Giving thanks time and again
Those in uniform will always be
The golden pride of this country
2. Stand As One
by Robert Longley
Stand as one together
Let hate not take its toll
Stand up to oppression
Let freedom be your goal
Remember those now silenced
As others take their place
Don’t forget the voices
Or the look upon their face
They stand as a reminder
Of what was and what could be
Growing are the horrors
We once again might see
It isn’t just the fate
Of one country that’s at stake
All may stand to lose
From those who only choose to take
3. There’s No Land Like Our Land
by Annette Wynne
There’s no land like our land
Underneath the sky,
There’s no flag like our flag—
Keep it clean and high;
We must serve no other land,
Serve but ours with heart and hand,
Flag and land we pledge to you
Loyal service all life through
4. Soldier
by Ed Coet
I saw a burial with a bugler playing taps;
I turned to my father, “what happened?” I asked.
He clutched my hand and with a quiver in his voice,
he began to explain and his eyes became moist.
“My son,” he said, “this is rather difficult for me;
for an old veteran like myself this is tough to see.
In that coffin lies a genuine patriotic warrior,
an honest-to-God hero, an American soldier.
I appreciate that soldier and the service he gave,
and I honor his sacrifice as he’s laid in his grave.
He was honorable, selfless, courageous, and bold;
please remember him son, as you grow old.
The value of his service, I must explain,
if not remembered, will be lost in vain.
As a nation we’re nothing without soldiers like him;
and failing to remember would be a terrible sin.”
I listened in awe as my father spoke,
it seemed as if his heart were broke.
I suddenly remembered when he went to war,
and when he returned I thought nothing more.
I never asked why he walked with a limp,
and I didn’t care about why he was sick.
I was too busy enjoying the life that I had,
to realize that I had it because of dad.
I finally understood what my dad was about,
and it hurt so bad I cried out loud.
He sacrificed so much so I could be free,
and his battle scars were suffered for me.
It was my father’s spirit that spoke to me that day;
thank God I finally understood what he had to say.
I saluted his coffin as they laid him to rest,
and I thought about the medals pinned on his chest.
That I didn’t honor him sooner, I will always regret;
and I pledged that day to never again forget.
I’m proud that my dad was a patriotic warrior;
I’m honored to be the son of an American soldier.
5. Freedom
by Bartholomew Williams
Freedom is never free.
Respect our liberty.
Enjoy its many rights.
Expect it may cause fights.
Democracy survives,
Only if backed with lives.
May we not let it die.
Long Patriotic Poems
There are also a lot of long patriotic poems. The objective of these extended poetries is to explain the history or backdrop of the subsequent occurrence through verses or lines.
1. Ode
by Philip Freneau
God save the Rights of Man!
Give us a heart to scan
Blessings so dear:
Let them be spread around
Wherever man is found,
And with the welcome sound
Ravish his ear.
Let us with France agree,
And bid the world be free,
While tyrants fall!
Let the rude savage host
Of their vast numbers boast—
Freedom’s almight trust
Laughs at them all!
Though hosts of slaves conspire
To quench fair Gallia’s fire,
Still shall they fail:
Though traitors round her rise,
Leagu’d with her enemies,
To war each patriot flies,
And will prevail.
No more is valor’s flame
Devoted to a name,
Taught to adore—
Soldiers of Liberty
Disdain to bow the knee,
But ateach Equality
To every shore.
The world at last will join
To aid thy grand design,
Dear Liberty!
To Russia’s frozen lands
The generous flame expands:
On Afric’s burning sands
Shall man be free!
In this our western world
Be Freedom’s flag unfurl’d
Through all its shores!
May no destructive blast
Our heaven of joy o’ercast,
May Freedom’s fabric last
While time endures.
If e’er her cause require!—
Should tyrants e’er aspire
To aim their stroke,
May no proud despot daunt—
Should he his standard plant,
Freedom will never want
Her hearts of oak!
2. Stanzas on Freedom
by James Russell Lowell
Men! whose boast it is that ye
Come of fathers brave and free,
If there breathe on earth a slave,
Are ye truly free and brave?
If ye do not feel the chain,
When it works a brother’s pain,
Are ye not base slaves indeed,
Slaves unworthy to be freed?
Women! who shall one day bear
Sons to breathe New England air,
If ye hear, without a blush,
Deeds to make the roused blood rush
Like red lava through your veins,
For your sisters now in chains,—
Answer! are ye fit to be
Mothers of the brave and free?
Is true Freedom but to break
Fetters for our own dear sake,
And, with leathern hearts, forget
That we owe mankind a debt?
No! true freedom is to share
All the chains our brothers wear,
And, with heart and hand, to be
Earnest to make others free!
They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
They are slaves who will not choose
Hatred, scoffing, and abuse,
Rather than in silence shrink
They are slaves who dare not be
In the right with two or three.
3. The Old Mill by the River
by Isaac McLellan
Here in the years when life was bright
With dewy mornings and sunset light,
In the pleasant season of leafy June,
In each idle, holiday afternoon
I lov’d to wander with willow wand—
I lov’d on the river border to stand
And take the trout or the yellow bream
That leap’d, that glanc’d athwart the stream.
With broken window, with hingeless door,
Thro’ which the slanting sunbeams pour;
With leaning gable, and settling wall,
O’er which the draperied ivies fall;
With rafter moldy, worm-eaten beam,
O’er which the silken cobwebs stream,
Fast by the river-banks serene
The old forsaken mill is seen.
Its roof shows many a chasm and rent,
Its creaking vane is crack’d and bent,
In and out the swallows fly
Under the eaves their dwellings lie.
The leather-wing’d bats, when day is dim,
Thro’ vacant rooms and granaries skim;
Its shingles that ages ago were new,
Splendid with painters’ lavish hue,
Are faded now and swing in the gale,
Scarce held by the loosen’d rusty nail;
The clapboards rattle and clank amain
In gusts of the snow-fall and the rain,
For the dust of many a lapsing year
Hath writ its wasteful chronicle here.
The dam o’er which the waters pour
Is settling and crumbling by the shore;
The slippery logs and mossy stone
Yield to the current one by one;
And swift thro’ many a rent abyss
The spouting rivulets foam and hiss,
And soon must the crazy fabric decay,
And the torrent sweep uncheck’d away.
The water-wheel so black and vast,
With beam like a battle-vessel’s mast
That once would churn with mighty sweep
The boiling waters so dark and deep,
Lies now a wreck in humbled pride,
Trembling with each assault of the tide.
Under the crumbling, blacken’d wheel
The crystal bubbles circle and reel;
Over and under the eddies boil
Round molder’d timber and rotting post;
In many a circling ripple they coil
In sudden plunge, in wild turmoil,
Now seen an instant, then quickly lost.
4. The Star of Liberty
by Lucretia Maria Davidso
There shone a gem on England’s crown,
Bright as yon star;
Oppression marked it with a frown,
He sent his darkest spirit down,
To quench the light that round it shone,
Blazing afar.
But Independence met the foe,
And laid the swift-winged demon low.
A second messenger was sent,
Dark as the night;
On his dire errand swift he went,
But Valour’s bow was truly bent,
Justice her keenest arrow lent,
And sped its flight;
Then fell the impious wretch, and Death
Approached, to take his withering breath.
Valour then took, with hasty hand,
The gem of light;
He flew to seek some other land,
He flew to’scape oppression’s hand,
He knew there was some other strand,
More bright;
And as he swept the fields of air,
He found a country, rich and fair.
Upon its breast the star he placed,
The star of liberty;
Bright, and more bright the meteor blazed,
The lesser planets stood amazed,
Astonished mortals, wondering, gazed,
Looking on fearfully.
That star shines brightly to this day,
On thy calm breast, America!
5. The Plainsmen
by Charles Badger Clark
Men of the older, gentler soil,
Loving the things that their fathers wrought
Worn old fields of their fathers’ toil,
Scarred old hills where their fathers fought
Loving their land for each ancient trace,
Like a mother dear for her wrinkled face,
Such as they never can understand
The way we have loved you, young, young land!
Born of a free, world-wandering race,
Little we yearned o’er an oft-turned sod.
What did we care for the fathers’ place,
Having ours fresh from the hand of God?
Who feared the strangeness or wiles of you
When from the unreckoned miles of you,
Thrilling the wind with a sweet command,
Youth unto youth called, young, young land?
North, where the hurrying seasons changed
Over great gray plains where the trails lay long,
Free as the sweeping Chinook we ranged,
Setting our days to a saddle song.
Through the icy challenge you flung to us,
Through your shy Spring kisses that clung to us,
Following far as the rainbow spanned,
Fiercely we wooed you, young, young land!
South, where the sullen black mountains guard
Limitless, shimmering lands of the sun,
Over blinding trails where the hoofs rang hard,
Laughing or cursing, we rode and won.
Drunk with the virgin white fire of you,
Hotter than thirst was desire of you;
Straight in our faces you burned your brand,
Marking your chosen ones, young, young land.
When did we long for the sheltered gloom
Of the older game with its cautious odds?
Gloried we always in sun and room,
Spending our strength like the younger gods.
By the wild sweet ardor that ran in us,
By the pain that tested the man in us,
By the shadowy springs and the glaring sand,
You were our true-love, young, young land.
When the last free trail is a prim, fenced lane
And our graves grow weeds through forgetful Mays,
Richer and statelier then you’ll reign,
Mother of men whom the world will praise.
And your sons will love you and sigh for you,
Labor and battle and die for you,
But never the fondest will understand
The way we have loved you, young, young land.
Patriotic Poems about America
Patriotic poems about America stated that the country needs its sense of self-identity and nationality, which it might achieve via the use of a flag. Howard Schnauber wrote patriotic poems about the American flag.
1. Freedom in America
by Joanna Fuchs
Freedom in America
Isn’t really free;
We often pay a price
To keep our liberty.
Remember those we loved,
Who fought for us, and died;
And those we never knew
For whom others mourned and cried.
At home our “war” for freedom
Is sadly overdue;
We’ve let corruption stage
A sad and grievous coup.
No longer can we brush off
Dishonesty and greed,
Lust for wealth and power;
We can’t, we won’t concede.
Complacency is weakness
Patriots can’t afford;
We have to act on wrongs
That cannot be ignored.
We must give up some time,
Spent on other pleasures,
To restore America’s freedom,
To keep America’s treasures.
Money spent on trifles
Must now go to our cause:
Get rid of the offenders,
Constitutional outlaws.
Freedom in America
Isn’t really free
It’s up to American patriots;
It’s up to you and me.
2. Country of Freedom
by Amos Russel Wells
Country of freedom, be free in thy heart:
Free from the shackles of prisoning pride,
Free from the liar’s contemptible art,
Free from allurements that tempt thee aside,
Free from the crafty and treacherous guide,
Free from the ravening greed of the mart,
Free from the snares that in opulence hide,—
Country of freedom be free in thy heart!
Country of freedom, find freedom for all:
Freedom for thinkers’ adventurous quest,
Freedom for greatness to spring from the small,
Freedom for better to grow to the best,
Freedom for justice’s rigorous test,
Freedom for progress in hut and in hall,
Freedom for labor’s unwearying zest,—
Country of freedom, be free for them all!
Country of freedom, be free for the earth:
Over the bloody and desperate main,
Far in the regions of darkness and dearth,
Challenge the tyrant’s unmerciful reign,
Pierce to the heart of his evil domain,
Win for thy brothers the lands of their birth,
Shatter the prison and sever the chain,—
Country of freedom, be free for the earth!
3. America the Beautiful
by Katharine Lee Bates
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassion’d stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness
America! America!
God mend thine ev’ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.
O beautiful for heroes prov’d
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country lov’d,
And mercy more than life.
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev’ry gain divine.
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears.
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.
4. O Ship of State
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
Sail on, O UNION, strong and great!
Humanity with all its fears,
With all the hopes of future years,
Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
We know what Master laid thy keel,
What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel,
Who made each mast, and sail, and rope,
What anvils rang, what hammers beat,
In what a forge and what a heat
Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Fear not each sudden sound and shock,
’T is of the wave and not the rock;
’T is but the flapping of the sail,
And not a rent made by the gale!
In spite of rock and tempest’s roar,
In spite of false lights on the shore,
on, nor fear to breast the sea!
Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith triumphant o’er our fears!
5. What Constitutes a State
by Sir William Jones
What constitutes a state?
Not high-raised battlement or labored mound,
Thick wall or moated gate;
Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned;
Not bays and broad-armed ports,
Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride;
Not starred and spangled courts,
Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride.
No:—men, high-minded men,
With powers as far above dull brutes endued
In forest, brake, or den,
As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude,—
Men who their duties know,
But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain,
Prevent the long-aimed blow,
And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain:
These constitute a state;
And sovereign Law, that state’s collected will,
O’er thrones and globes elate,
Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
6. My Country ‘Tis of Thee
by Gregory Richard Barden
I live here
In the United States
Yes, I’m proud
Proud of where I live
Blessed to have been born in a place
Where I can chase a dream
Where I can speak my mind without fear of punishment or death
Worship, (or not), in the way I choose
Get healthcare, schooling, and assistance in a number of ways
Learn to drive and get a license when I reached 15
Vote at age 18 in a democratic process
And follow the interests I decide on, freely
These are extraordinary things
When you think of the restrictions
Of much of the rest of the world
I was taught from an early age not to take these things for granted
And that many of my opportunities and rights
Had been paid and fought for
By the energies and lives of our people in military service
I’m thankful for that
Whatever others may say, to me this is the greatest country
We are usually the first to be called upon
When another country needs help
And usually the first to respond, in any way we can
But we are also the largest target
And take much of the blame for negative things that happen
No matter where it is
And yes, that bothers me.
There IS no perfect place, and certainly not this
But it is a land of freedom and opportunity
And people move here from all over the world for those reasons
I was blessed to be born when I was –
When a kid could go for a walk and not end up on a milk carton
But I was even MORE blessed to be born WHERE I was
And I thank the heavens every day
That I am an American.
Patriotic Poems for 4th of July
There is always one thing evident while defending the USA. A collection of patriotic poems for July Fourth. We’re absolutely critical that it is. Emma Lazarus wrote one of the finest patriotic poems for the 4th of July.
1. The New Colossus
by Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
2. The Gift Outright
by Robert Frost
The land was ours before we were the land’s.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England’s, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.
3. Concord Hymn
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set today a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
4. I Hear America Singing
by Walt Whitman
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
Patriotic Poems for Independence Day
Every year, flag-hoisting rituals, parades, and cultural activities are held to commemorate Independence Day. A compilation of patriotic poems for Independence Day is recited, honoring our liberation heroes in honor.
1. I Love My Nation
by Anonymous
With Himalayas in the north
Indian ocean in the south
Arabian sea in the west
Bay of Bengal in the east.
I love my nation
With developed culture
And beautiful sculpture
The people have no rest
To do their work best.
I love my nation
They give us rice in ration
They dress in latest fashion
They do many inventions
Which are about fiction.
I love my nation
With number of hill station
Which are God’s creation
It give us protection
And save us from tension.
2. Independence Day
by Anonymous
On this Independence Day
we remember the years past.
We honor this very day
for our flag, old glory, has last.
On this Independence Day
two centuries ago, we
declared our independence
for justice and liberty.
Let us celebrate with joy and honesty
Happy Independence Day!!!
3. Our Independence Day
by Roger J. Robicheau
With our first fourth on that seventh month began
A declaration of how we would forge our life
In signature, John Hancock did lead by action
The beginning of a nation which has firmly stood
As we stop to embrace our Independence Day
We should reflect back from this sixth millennium year
Looking to the many trials we have faced as a country
Most vividly, to that infamous September morn
We have never, and never will succumb to threat
Our rigid foundation is of, by, and for the people
We heed the message of President John F. Kennedy
It is what we do for our country that stands us tall
As good citizens we put our trust in God, and each other
Under one flag we stand, united for all the world to see
Our Stars and Stripes form the Old Glory we so revere
And how gallant are those who march with our colors
As Americans, we hold freedom as a certainty
Our bravest have given their all to this end
If not for their willingness, we would not be
The cost of liberty demands this commitment
So many have endured the precious loss of loved ones
We must stay aware of the tragedy they live with
For they, more than any, feel the total cost of sacrifice
Praise their fallen heroes, they left freedom for us
My Dear Americans, as we take time to celebrate
This independence held so deep in our hearts
I hope that the following thoughts of America
Bring forth emotion, for the USA that we love
We shall always be ‘the land of the free’
We shall always be ‘the home of the brave’
We shall always hear ‘God Bless America’
We shall always love ‘Mom and Apple Pie’
4. Where
by Rabindranath Tagore
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
5. Independence
by Dr John Celes
My sleep got disturbed, thrice that day;
I could not sleep tho’ a holiday;
My mind was filled with thoughts unclear;
I got up in the morn, much earlier;
‘Twas India’s Independence Day!
Thunder, lightning filled the night’s Sky;
The day much overcast did fly;
The Rain was just a drizzle that day;
Wetted the ground of mud and clay;
‘Twas 15th of August, a rainy day.
The pea-birds howled and groaned that night;
The Rain made them shiver with fright;
Though ten, it looked like six in the morn;
The Sun behind the clouds had gone;
The Sky ground-glass remained that day.
The leaky tap-waters that fell,
Raised wavelets, ploppy-toned and swell;
Rain-drops on cables looked like pearls;
Dropped, formed again, enticing souls;
It looked it would rain long that day.
Rain-drops hanging beneath fir-twigs;
Glittered in the scarce light like figs;
The whole tree was aglow, alit;
A thing of beauty, don’t miss it!
The Sky looked like a barred-white board!
A frail, brown-skinned, bony human,
With sack on head, bent-back, he ran!
The Indian was agonizing!
Tho’ people keep sermonizing!
Fifty years after Independence!
What good was done for the common-man?
Patriotic Poems for Kids
The word patriotism can be a bit difficult for children. There are many patriotic poems for kids that can help them understand what it takes to be patriotic and how to be one.
1. Home of the Brave
by Roger Robicheau
Through the feel of war they brave this day
How proud they stand, their unselfish way
Our soldiers bear what we cannot see
They assure our right to live life free
Each trained will face an unknown fate
Our support they need, don’t hesitate
Just imagine how this land would be
Without their courage – catastrophe
All the liberties we have grown to know
Would not exist, this life would go
Find a thankfulness within your mind
Speak gratitude for our bravest kind
Have the willingness to show you care
For fallen heroes, hold back no tear
Reach out to God with his guiding light
For our troops do pray, both day and night
America raise your flags to wave
For we truly are ‘home of the brave’
2. Indian Children
by Annette Wynne
Where we walk to school each day
Indian children used to play—
All about our native land,
Where the shops and houses stand.
And the trees were very tall,
And there were no streets at all,
Not a church, not a steeple—
Only woods and Indian people.
Only wigwams on the ground,
And at night bears prowling round—
What a different place to-day
Where we live and work and play!
3. That Fateful Fourth
by Roger Robicheau
Our will was strong, our want was great
Let freedom reign, what better fate
We journeyed long from Plymouth Rock
The time was clear to end all talk
That fateful fourth our courage showed
Americans – and how we glowed
We won the right to be self known
Our independence, clearly shown
The test of time has stood us tall
Through bravest hearts, some forced to fall
We’ll always cherish those we’ve lost
Their gift to us, their total cost
Today we face another foe
And stand together, all do know
Please often pray to God above
He’s seen our hearts, He knows our love
4. To My Country
by Marguerite Wilkinson
Beams from your forest built my little home,
And stones from your deep quarries flagged my hearth;
Your streams have rippled swiftly in my blood,
Your fertile acres made my flesh for me,
And your clean-blowing winds have been my breath.
Your prophets saw the visions of my youth,
The dreams you gave have been my dearest dreams,
And you have been the mother of my soul.
Therefore, my country, take again at need
Your excellent gifts, home, hearth, and flesh and blood,
Young dreams and all the good I am or have,
That all your later children may have peace
In little homes built of your wood and stone
And warmed and lighted by the love of man!
5. Liberty Bell
by J. P. Dunn
Ring on, ring on sweet Liberty Bell
For peace on earth, good will to men.
A story true, ye kindly tell,
From Bunker Hill down to Argonne.
Ring on, ring on sweet Liberty Bell
In every clime where freedom dwells
Your sweetest strains and imparting knells
On New Year’s eve was heard again.
Ring on, ring on sweet Liberty Bell
Peal after peal, your music swell
Beneath the blue the white and red
That waves so proudly today o’er the living
And so sacredly o’er the dead.
Patriotic Poems in English
Small short patriotic poems in English can be a road to understanding the revolution of America. Patriotic poems in English includes the New Colossus by Emma Lazarus and The Divine Source of Liberty by Samuel Adams.
1. Land Of Mine
by Line Gauthier
Mine is a land of golden rivers
And glowing sunsets that melt your heart
A long history of native people in harmony
With lush wildlife and four seasons
Rich forests covering vast expanses
Mine is a land of golden rivers
Where sockeye salmon race up rapids
And eagles soar great heights
Cool calm breezes summoning the night
As the moon rises to cast her spell
Mine is a land of golden rivers
That run wide from coast to coast
Maritimers greeting each morning sun
As it ascends over mountain ranges
Caressing this topography called Canada
Mine is a land of golden rivers
2. A Hymn of Brotherhood
by Anonymous
People of peoples, from far o’er the ocean
Gathered in pilgrimage hopeful and free,
Gladly we yield thee a grateful devotion;
Son of all climes, we are loyal to thee.
Deep in the ages thy freedom is rooted.
Liberty groping through desperate years;
Now in America flowered and fruited.
Still it is fed with our blood and our tears.
Not in the languor of ease and contentment,
Not in the pride of a blinded conceit,
Daring thy foes with a manly resentment,
We shall not falter nor fear a defeat.
Land of all peoples, to all is thy duty;
Heir of the ages, how great is thy debt!
Laden with power and riches and beauty,
Those who bestowed it thou shalt not forget.
Now in the power the nations have given,
Country, our country, be brotherly brave.
Strive till the last cursed chain has been riven;
Thou who art ransomed, be eager to save!
3. Soaring Dreams
by APJ Abdul Kalam
Our’s is a land of sages,
Known for bravery for ages.
None can with it compete,
Its culture none can beat.
Whatever caste or religion,
All live here in unison.
With rivers, sweet fountains,
it’s a land of high mountains.
Its green forests are pretty,
And are source of prosperity.
Let’s for it work hard,
For its safety, be on guard.
4. This Land We Love
by Roger Robicheau
How beautiful this land we love
We cherish all good people of
With pride we call this home our own
Oh how our seed of freedoms grown
American is what we are
Our time has nurtured us so far
For truth and justice we do strive
Our laws are meant to not deprive
We know we’re not the perfect place
As we are of the human race
In God we trust along our way
His goodness near, both night and day
So please do stop and pray awhile
Ask help in facing each new mile
And now I’ll end with words so clear
Concerning freedom we hold dear
Let Grateful Thought – Well Deep Inside
For Soldiers Brave – Our Country’s Pride
5. Honor Our Military
by Joanna Fuchs
Let’s honor our military,
The men and women who serve,
Whose dedication to our country
Does not falter, halt or swerve.
Let’s respect them for their courage;
They’re ready to do what’s right
To keep America safe,
So we can sleep better at night.
Let’s support and defend our soldiers,
Whose hardships are brutal and cruel,
Whose discipline we can’t imagine,
Who follow each order and rule.
Here’s to those who choose to be warriors
And their helpers good and true;
They’re fighting for American values;
They’re fighting for me and you.
Final Thoughts on Patriotic Poems
Patriotic lyrics or patriotic poems make a lot of sense when it comes to recognizing the value of patriotism. Patriotism is the emotion and expression of love for one’s homeland, as well as a sense of belonging to those who share similar feelings. If you lack patriotism, these poems are just for you!
Patriotic themed poems were written by those who understand the hard work and sacrifice that the military and soldiers do for their country. They give up their sleep to safeguard ours.
Many poets, like Annette Wynne, Walt Whitman, and Ralph Waldo Emerson, have written superb patriotic poems as a tribute of their gratitude.
There are numerous different types of poems on patriotism. It encompasses the American Revolution, often known as Independence Day, which falls on July 4th.
Topics such as Patriotic Flag Day, Patriotic Memorial, and Patriotic Veterans are addressed in other poems. This demonstrates the significance of patriotism and love for our nation for it to grow.
