Poems About: AMERICA

In this page, poems on / about “america” are listed.

  • 265.
    Happy Thanksgiving

    Happy Thanksgiving
    Working men, and
    Working women,
    And read more »

    Atef Ayadi
  • 266.
    A HEARTY CONGRATULATION OF PRES. BARACK OBAMA

    a One Hundred Days, a beginning of dream come true, a
    start that waits the flourishing wish to reach, the jubilation
    remembered at the soil of American people's victory of
    this 21st century, in the continent of the East read more »

    Antonio Liao
  • 267.
    God's Sense Of Humor

    And God created man!
    Yellow, black and white men
    They all love each other?
    Yellow men in Asia read more »

    Doris Dzameshie
  • 268.
    We Turn To The United States

    When your country comes under attack
    By nature or evil forces
    Who do you turn to for help?
    Which country do you think is going read more »

    Winston Harding
  • 269.
    Trust in America

    Trust in America... read more »

    Agim Bacelli
  • 270.
    America no more

    This is my country
    Land of the free
    America the beautiful
    Yours for a small fee read more »

    nicola cleary
  • 271.
    America Lives (Written at age 14)

    America lives,
    For you and for me,
    With all she can give,
    On land and on sea. read more »

    Sandra Osborne
  • 272.
    America Is

    America is red, white, and blue,
    the colors that stand so brave, and true.
    Men in battle facing death,
    Men in the world provoking crime, and theft. read more »

    Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
  • 273.
    Wankers

    Being born Ignorant; in America
    it feels strange to know nothing.
    And of this your secret most will lie
    never to be so sure, safety. read more »

    Is It Poetry
  • 274.
    America

    The best country in the world.
    With great power and support.
    For all people of the earth
    America is the best. read more »

    Margarita Borzakiwska
  • 275.
    American Poetry

    A FRAGMENT,
    (Written in her fifteenth year.)
    Must every shore ring boldly to the voice
    Of sweet poetic harmony, save this? read more »

    Lucretia Maria Davidson
  • 276.
    The Drive Through

    My father drives on, the rising sun
    Just forward of his blind spot,
    Pale faced and downward beaming
    ear to ear into the flats of salt, then arches. read more »

    Braden Coucher
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