My Poems

[HeelerBlue1]

Here are some of my poems.one of them is about a Greyhound i had and the other is about what happen on 9/11.


In my last hour,I helped an older man out of the fire.

In my last hour,I held someone's hand.

In my last hour,I told non-believers about God,hopeing they would get saved before the plan hit.

In my last hour,I held a child's hand and told her a story to comfort her.

In my last hour,I helped other's over power the hijackers,Knowing i would not make it.

In my last hour,I told my wife i loved her.

In my last hour,I cried.

In my last hours,I died for my country in RED,WHITE and Blue.

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Theses colors won't run,You can make us bleed and cry,but theses colors won't run.

Theses colors won't run,We're American you may have scared us for now,but theses colors won't run.

Theses colors won't run,You can push us around, and beat us but theses colors won't run.

Theses colors won't run,You see we're proud to be called ''Americans'' our colors won't run.

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He Was:Big and black and white.

He Was:Goofy and so loveable.

He Was:A big teddy bear when you needed one.

He Was:Mr. smiley face,and he loved to smile.

He Was:A loveable dog-and who ever met him,kewn it.

He Was:Always there when you had a bad day.

He Was:Mr.brown eyes when he got into trouble.

He Was:Sometimes shy but always came around.

He Was:A very good racer,Even if he loved to play on the track.

He Was:A people lover and a butt sniffer.


He Was:A big mamma's boy!






I hope you all like them :)

[Outlander]

Ouch...

People have a tendency to forget the individual suffering as time moves on.

Thank you for the reminder. (not sarcasm) - Touching.



In my last hour,I helped an older man out of the fire.

In my last hour,I held someone's hand.

In my last hour,I told non-believers about God,hopeing they would get saved before the plan hit.

In my last hour,I held a child's hand and told her a story to comfort her.

In my last hour,I helped other's over power the hijackers,Knowing i would not make it.

In my last hour,I told my wife i loved her.

In my last hour,I cried.

In my last hours,I died for my country in RED,WHITE and Blue.

[imrad]

i noticed that you repeat a lot and you get a little tired of the same thing over and over. i do really like the idea and other content of your poems. good work