Memorial Day Poems

Memorial Day Poems are for the patriotic holiday in the United States of America called Memorial Day!It is usually celebrated on the last Monday in May.It is celebrated in remembrance for the brave service of men and women who have given their lives for their country. Originally, Memorial Day honored those who had died in the Civil War. Now, it honors those who died in the Spanish-American War, World War I, World War II, the Korean War, Vietnam and Desert Storm.










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Memorial Day Poems

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There are many of us round the world
We've grown up without a father;
If given a choice about it
I know what I would rather.

My Dad meant the world to me
I find it hard to see;
The news doesn't look like much
It doesn't make much difference to me.

It's too late I can never see him now
Insurgents, enemies are they really all that bad;
All I know on special days like this
That I'm very mad and sadder than sad.
Maggie-May

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I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
and then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.

I heard the sound of TAPS one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That TAPS had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.
Kelly Strong

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Memorial Day Poems

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A handful of old men walking down the village street
In worn, brushed uniforms, their grey heads high;
A faded flag above them, one drum to lift their feet-
Look again, O heart of mine, and see what passes by!

There's a vast crowd swaying, there's a wild band playing,
The streets are full of marching men, or tramping cavalry.
Alive and young and straight again, they ride to greet a mate
again-
The gallant souls, the great souls that live eternally!

A handful of old men walking down the highways?
Nay, we look on heroes that march among their peers,
The great, glad companions have swung from heaven's byways
And come to join their own again across the dusty years.

There are strong hands meeting, there are staunch hearts
greeting-
A crying of remembered names, of deeds that shall not die.
A handful of old men?-Nay, my heart, look - well again;
The spirit of America today is marching by!
Theodosia Pickering Garrison

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Memorial Day Poems

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We are sad within our memory,
Lonely are our hearts today,
For the one we loved so dearly
Has forever been called away.
We think of (him)(her) in silence,
No eye may see us weep,
But many silent tears are shed
When others are asleep.

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Courage is almost a contradiction in terms.
This means a strong desire to live in the form
of readiness to die
GK Chesterton

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There are those who can never be forgotten
As long as our hearts beat alive;
For their courage and their devotion
Their sacrifice means we can thrive.

Our true appreciation must stay within our hearts
So that they haven't given up their lives;
Whilst we waste the choices that they've given us
For peace and perfection we must strive.
Maggie-May

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