Poems About: AMERICA

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

  • 277.
    Free

    We are supposed to be a great nation
    Under God is where we should be
    Somewhere, somehow, someone is slipping
    America is no longer free read more »

    Edwin Robinette
  • 278.
    America- my prejudices and truths

    I guess it's always been a truth to me
    That America has a failure destiny
    Beyond that idea I could not see
    But for these thoughts we'll pay a fee read more »

    Agnes Török
  • 279.
    thank you for my freedom

    November 11th is Veteran’s Day
    Where we will bow our heads and pray.
    You have been in the big battle,
    Where the guns shoot and rattle. read more »

    sam murphy
  • 280.
    Once There, Now Gone

    People crying, others dieing.
    A hectic mess, already with press.
    America's rejected, terrorist detected.
    War at hand, we had no plan. read more »

    Courtney Violette
  • 281.
    Barack Obama!

    Victory is ours,
    Dark hair, Brown Skinned six one and a half feet tall,
    The 44th President of America stood before us all,
    With the words of hope and aspiration read more »

    Nathan Gwira
  • 282.
    America The Powerful

    America the powerful, defender of the meek,
    around the globe you fight the crime, democracy you seek.
    You did not shy away at all, from roasting all those Nips,
    and stand there, proud, so white and tall, with brave words on your lips. read more »

    Herbert Nehrlich
  • 283.
    Tacky America

    America
    What used to be a great country, all ruined
    From the Bad Lands,
    The mountain ranges read more »

    Charles Orwell
  • 284.
    America

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    Cleveland Gibson
  • 285.
    I'll Be Taking America

    I'll be taking America from the inside
    And giving her of my complete love
    Where clouds from the high sky glide
    And drift with my heart songs above read more »

    Peter S. Quinn
  • 286.
    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
  • 287.
    The Senate and The Gun

    Senate.
    Sen is old.
    Old + ate.
    The new on a plate. read more »

    Hardik Vaidya
  • 288.
    Am I an America Too? -new-

    Am I an America Too?
    Am I the America they
    Put in the history books
    Or the one they talk read more »

    Khilil Mays
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