Poems About: HERO
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217.The Tear Drops of Hero's 2
I can hear them falling from miles away, The tears were spilled by many, For it was a stormy April day, The soldiers weeped as the rain has come, Their muddy uniforms were clear with sorrow, read more »Timothy Long
The Cowboy had a sterling heart,
The Maiden was from Boston,
The Rancher saw his wealth depart—
The Steers were what he lost on. read more »Ellis Parker Butler
219.Recognize The Day
Recognize The Day
Do you have to die in a foreign land
To be a hero today? read more »James Casey
220.The Hero Entering The Beast's Lair
Standing outside the door,
the hero hears the sound of a monstrous creature taking massive breaths.
in white robes, read more »Jon McIntosh
The only one who can make me smile.
The only one who can get me out of this mess.
I know you can save me.
You're my hero. read more »tina anderson
222.Into the Darkness (part 1 of 5) 'Intro'
The day gives way to darkness
The darkness becomes eternal
Within the darkness is shadows
Shadows of the fallen read more »Rikki Giovani
223.The Battle Field Of Life
Many have been wounded on the
battlefield of life. Wounded, in
their homes, streets and back
alleys of social interaction. read more »(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
Do you know any Hero's? I do, I know a few.
One is from way back when, the rest are here and now.
One stands out from all the others, and no it's not my brother.
Hero's put their lives on the line to save people they may never know. read more »Dixie Tanson
225.Where Is The Passion? Where Is The Fight?
Where is the passion?
Where is the fight?
You once had a fire that
burned bright through the night read more »Argentine Tango
226.To the hero of toil
Another days labour for the man at the front
another days work of sweat and of grunt
of straining of muscle of tendon and joint
no praise for the hero of toil read more »Charles M. Moore
227.Hall Of Heroes
We walk through the hall of heroes as decorated warriors
War makeup clings to our skin
Draping all over our clothes are our weapons
Daggers, swords, bows and arrows, clubs, and war hammers read more »Justin Gildow
I'm shattered like broken glass
Bruises and scars lie on me
I look in the mirror
And I see nothing but lies read more »ESPN CHICK