Love Poems About America or America Love Poems
by Honestly J.T. |
Categories: america, for her, for him, friend, friendship, growth, how i feel, international, journey, love, racism, school, social, together, truth, uplifting,

One World

Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same, 
That runs deep within our veins.

If we could lift up each other,
And know that we all care.
If we help our sisters and brothers,
There's a bond that we'll share.

©2013 Honestly JT

by michael tor |
Categories: joy, love, sad, satire, sorrow,

You Wont Steal My Joy

  The Las Vegas shootings were Horrific. 
The people running as the rapid fire was 
sounding off in the background!
  The wild fires in California, fifteen people
 dead, and it is not controlled yet!
   Hurricanes Maria, Irma, Jose, southern 
coast is devastated, Puerto Rico is in need
of help!
   Pizza Gate Pedophile rings in America!
   Players kneeling and disrespecting our flag
 for which Men and Women have sacrificed
 their lives for.

                   Enough is Enough!

      You will Not Steal My Joy, I reach for the remote
 and turn off the "Joy Stealer" the TV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Michael Tor  Inspired by Andrea Dietrich

by Mark Koplin |
Categories: patriotic,

America The Great

America The Great

I love this great country, may she stay the course
We’re protected by God and American brute force

Her life-giving blood is for you and me
She holds many wonders, from sea to shining sea

Through blood, sweat and tears, she’ll weather all time
We are still very young, but forever in our prime

Our people are diverse, an enduring breed
Blessed by God, every color and creed


by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: africa, america, community, culture, earth, race, self,

This is not a poem--- A singled out page


Hey, Poets stop by, give me a shout out.
Tell Me Where You Are From;)
I promise I won't show up on your doorstep.

If you are having a bad day, let me have it
If you have awesome news, don't be greedy 
By all means  --- SHARE THE NEWS!!!

.................  LOVE THE POET DESTROYER 

by John Hardison |
Categories: america, god, patriotic, spiritual,

In This Land

In this land there is a mighty voice that can
sing a mighty song.

Often it is a song of I don’t belong and all sort
of other things that are wrong.

This mighty voice can herald itself in the
grateful praise of being strong.

All while asking what else is to be spawn in a
struggle to do no wrong.

Should it be we shall live in all eternal
knowing wrong being strong.

It is God’s place to be so strong and
to know all wrong.

So it is in praise to him we should knell as we
spawn our grateful song.

There is one more thing in his Love
eternal song

We all belong.

by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: discrimination, history, humanity, immigration, political, racism, social,

Make America White Again

"Make America White Again"
Will never make any sense
Despite the tweets of "GENIUS" Trump
Or Republicans like Pence

Brown-skinned people filled this land
From one end to the other 
And though they had their differences
"Eve" is everyone's mother

Though some are prone to cast a stone
Or ridicule their brother
What makes a nation great again
Is love for one another.

by Tom Quigley |
Categories: america, political,

A Greased Eel In A Vat of Astroglide

Slipperier than a Greased Eel In a Vat of Astroglide
That Hillary’s sociopathic streak is a mile wide
In case you haven’t noticed, the fix is in
But her followers love her even if she’s guilty as sin
We all think she should be a woman of greater convictions 
Both moral and criminal, given her total lack of friction
She’s got a layer of Teflon thicker than Gotti
And to the Secret Service, a mouth full of potty
She looks crookeder than even a barrel of snakes will
Phonier than A William Jefferson Clinton three dollar bill

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Sponsor: Jesse Day

by True Love |
Categories: america, anger, anxiety, baby, death, divorce, dream,

Sangmi Please Travel

No, I won't come,
because you don't want me to come!
Even though this is the last chance to see you, 
I won't come.
Even though every cell of my body is crying,
I won't come.
Even though I need to come
just like I need to breath,
I won't come.
Even though I'm dying, 
I won't come.
It's the most difficult decision 
I've ever made in my life. 
However, it is much easier for me 
than to continue rending my dignity. 
I'm tired of my love for you!
I'm tired of myself and you!
I will never come to you!
keep ignoring me, Sangmi
and please, travel!

by Mike Gentile |
Categories: america, friendship, how i feel, loss, relationship,

Like the Beach Needs the Sand

Why do people walk away
     Am I so easy to leave
Despite the effort and the love
     Too often, I grieve

Do I do the same to others
     Have I done so in the past
Is it just life’s complications
     Causing good things not to last

Perhaps, there’s no awareness
     Communication nowhere found
That’s caused this dark blue feeling
     I keep losing so much ground

Insecurities take over
     Not knowing where I stand
I know that I need people
     Like the beach needs the sand

by William Darnell Sr. |
Categories: america, christian, devotion, freedom, inspiration, life, poems,

I Know This

As I walk through this world,
I know this...
I have had many blessings...
As I walk through this world,
I know this...
I have had many curses...
As I walk through this world,
I know this...
I have met many friends...
As I walk through this world,
I know this ...
I have lost many friends...
As I walk through this world,
I know this...
I have had many failures...
As I walk through this world,
I know this...
I have achieved great feats...
As I walk through this world,
I know this...
I have found much hatred ...
As I walk through this world,
I know this...
I have found so much love...
I know this...

Categories: confusion, death, faith, father, forgiveness, life, loss, love, body,

life in america

in            her heart i n her body she froze  mevmerize by the  time that she had to 
into her body man that dude

by Ann Foster |
Categories: america, childhood, christmas, encouraging, endurance, jesus, love,

Gentle On My Mind

Gentle on My Mind

You play along the edges, 
of every memory worth having. 
You have been there since, 
I care to look back. 
I was stupid, 
and dangerous. 

You… ever were patient, 
kind, and slow to anger, 
walking a measured gait. 

You speak in a voice, 
that melts my heart. 
but your real words, 
more often are unvoiced,
but always felt, 
tangibly… changing
the fixed temperament 
left behind, 
in the wake of users, 
defilers of dreams. 

You make me look up at the stars. 
You make me find new paths…
You are a cold drink, 
to my parched journey.  
Now I no longer…
walk alone. 

by Curtis Moorman |
Categories: america, beautiful, christian, environment, jesus, joy, spiritual,

Bio Modified - Southern Gentleman


Being courteous, sentimental, compassionate, helpful to others 
I love Jesus, Southern Gospel Music, and Family
It is my plan to buy a new car, travel, and be on my own
Blessed to feel content, at peace, and filled with joy
My fear is not being ambulatory, losing  my eyesight and being bedridden
Meet President Trump, restore late model cars, and sing bass in a gospel quartet
I am a resident of the great State of Georgia, one of the original 13 colonies

18 April 2020
For the contest sponsored by Dear Heart

by Weydene Winster |
Categories: africa, america, animal, birth, color, culture, faith,

Worldly greeve

If we just let go...
If we just let go 
To not live in fear 
To just go with the flow 
I think the world may just be a better place 
The world may... just turn out allright
Where peace could live and love could embrace.

If the soul is so dark that not even a sprinkle of white 
Paint could cover it 
What has become of our species...?
We cant just go with the flow
Sometimes it can be poisonous
We cant live fearless when danger is all around us .

Everybody is doing something for selfies reasons
The world might never be a better place
The world might never turn out to be allright
We can choos... 
We can choose in which direction we want to go!

by Hi-Dong Chai |
Categories: america, change,

How America has changed

How America has changed

(First Sunday in Austin, Texas, 1955)
I go to church 
Ten minutes early
To meditate and pray

I hear an organ playing
“In Christ there is no east no west
In Him no south no north
One great family bound by love
Throughout whole wide earth’

I open my eyes
I look front and back
All pews are filling up

I look to my right
I look to my left
No one comes
Sits in my pew

What’s happening?
I wonder
Do I smell?

I look around again
No blacks
No browns
But all whites

Except me


You know the answers
All I can say is
I am grateful to be an American

by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories: adventure, america, analogy, anti bullying, appreciation,

tap and tinkle

the reason radicals are slapping labels on you
{treating you like an old worn out suitcase}
is because you're strong and refuse to be silent
one thing they love is a dog that rolls over
one thing they fear is a fighter who throws down
never give in to the blowhorn -cancel crowd
never be silenced because silence is death 
for you and our faith-fight to the last man
at times you've got to tap them in the mouth
tinkle on their camp fire then lay'em to rest-

by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: america, care, change, love, uplifting,

What I'd Like to See for America

A country where people help one another
  Where everyone calls the other his brother
A country with less intrusive government
  Where politicians require the people's consent

A country that respects its forests and lakes
  Where oil isn't spilled and the earth doesn't quake
A country where light and life are revered
  Where killings and murders equal zero each year

A country where progress is measured by love
  Where marriages flourish, where soft coos the dove

                   March 08, 2021 - C
           What You Really Want Contest
           Sponsor: Richard Lamoureaux

by Hilo Poet |
Categories: america, destiny, imagery, inspirational, life, peace, together,


ONENESS The heart of my ancestors beat not, but their love does, all in one accord, our drums beat for them, and our love always once again, beats our heart, we are united, warrior and peace pipe, in the light of the sun. Date: 08/31/2019 howmanysyllables 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5

by Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis |
Categories: america, black love, courage, freedom, hope,

Black Folks Got Rhythm

Black folks got rhythm
full movements
undeterred, and
flexible as four winds.
How low can we go?
with limbo
it's in our hands
with early rising;
planting seeds of joy,
washed in ray of hope -
we dance on sturdy grounds
with gems to unearth.
The whole world watch and wait
what instruments of weight and
measure will bring us together?
Once upon a time we reeled,
like dervishes; only we were ship wrecked!
the wave of One Hand,
we now stand like those chosen,
at the parting of the sea.

by Jack Gibson |
Categories: 12th grade, patriotic,


Make America Great Again.
How could this be offensive?
If you express your love for their country,
People start to get defensive.
But if people let their patriotism run free, 
We will continue to be free men.

by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: america, love,

Our Loved Land

We love it, we laud it, we honor its name.
We want to protect it,  this country of ours.
Our forefathers bought it with blood, sweat and tears.
They left it with words we must never forget.

Simple men served it and saved it for us, 
And folks for its honor are willing to die.
They've come in great numbers from all of the world,
To states melded together, one nation to be.

Her skirts are voluminous, lengthy her reach.
She's gathered us here in harmonious way.
Our love gives her riches and wealth ever more,
Filling her corners, West, East, North and South. 

As we teach our children of her worth and beauty,
America must always be loved by us all.

by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: america, hope, inspiration,


    Destruction and obstruction.
    Cities burn, run by herds!

     Anarchy, you see,
     Is no mirror of democracy!

     Businesses destroyed.
     Free running shoes, girls and boys?

     Patriots simply do not steal.
     They love this land, with utmose zeal!

     Have faith, have enormous hope.
     Mature Americans are not dopes!

             May 31, 2020
              11am PST

              Poem# 1,308

by Mario Vitale |
Categories: abuse, america, angst,

Believe in Hope

through the duration of time to think sublime
heroes are made through like hellos
the wrestling with the window
one to embark on its solstace
throughout the duration of time so fine
with love to climb upon
long lines formed in desolation
burst inside with appreciation
live long &  prosper
keep your mind in heavenlies
illusively through a dream
meadows are plain in view
horizons of beautiful personifications
each door we close there's always one opened
search your heart to help impart the meaning
believe in hope
so far to cope
down to your last thin rope
love has hope we can share
let's look above to the heavenly love
sare with others a brand new you

by lisa craig |
Categories: america, appreciation, change, community, emotions, faith, feelings,

Covid 19 What can it mean

Covid 19 what can it mean....
sweeping the World with a vengeance it seems...
A call to love one another caused by extremes....

Will we all come together to answer the Call...
bypassing deep divisions among us all...
refusing to let one another fall...

The Truth of the people is now what we see...
I care for you and you care for me
revealing the only division came from the media on TV....

We are deeply United in answering the Call
putting our trust in the God that created us all
refusing to again listen to the divisive that want us all to Fall!!!

by DM Babbit |
Categories: america, analogy,


If only we were perfect,

Perfect minds
  in perfect bodies
  hearts full of love and understanding
  complete and whole 
  with the universe at large;
we are a people lost
with deaf ears 
      that forget how to listen
with blinded eyes
      that refuse to see
these human hearts and unseen souls
  forgo the mysteries of life
living for
  something more, someone greater
than we are 
  and so we remain struggling
imperfect beings.