Poems about bravery and sacrifice
Courage Quotes (4319 quotes)
(Marvel) Steve Rogers: Bravery & Sacrifice
What is courage? What defines a courageous act? It is said that the brave and cowardly person are both fearful. However, it is the brave one who faces his fear and does what needs to be done. We will be faced with many things that scare us throughout our lives. How can we become the kind of people that face our fear and do it anyway? Human growth takes place when we take small steps.
There is also an I Miss You poem, for those whose loved ones are in the military. Remember those we loved, Who fought for us, and died; And those we never knew For whom others mourned and cried. At home our "war" for freedom Is sadly overdue; We've let corruption stage A sad and grievous coup. No longer can we brush off Dishonesty and greed, Lust for wealth and power; We can't, we won't concede. Complacency is weakness Patriots can't afford; We have to act on wrongs That cannot be ignored. We must give up some time, Spent on other pleasures, To restore America's freedom, To keep America's treasures.
O lonely heart so timid of approach, Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips To the faint touch of tender finger tips: What is your word? What question would you broach? Your lustrous-warm eyes are too sadly kind To mask the meaning of your dreamy tale, Your guarded life too exquisitely frail Against the daggers of my warring mind.
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Courage - Poem by Claude McKay
The Unknown Soldier I am the unknown soldier, forgotten and ignored When once the war is over and peace and quiet assured We fought for you and country and now that we are dead We rest in quiet exclusion, 'cause nothing more is said Of how we did our duty, that you may sleep in peace When once the foe was vanquished and the strife of war had ceased The country called upon us to do what needs be done To oust the vicious enemy and ensure the war was won Our near and dear ones blessed us and sent us full of pride To defend our country's honour and some were new wed brides We went and fought your battles, most of which we won Many never came back; all were mother's sons Our bodies they do lie there, on hill and vale and plain Exposed to all the elements of snow and ice and rain So many were so anxious, some still do wait in vain What can you do to lessen our loved ones grief and pain? Our last rites were not given; we died a soldier's death Our eldest sons kept waiting; their hopes could not be met We went and did our duty, we do not ask for much Only a place of honour, our loved ones hearts to touch A place where they can think, of happy days gone by To pray on the lonesome morrow and if need be stand and cry Although we've left earth's orbit and need to rest in peace Our souls are not past caring, our pain will never cease Till you and the country's leaders create a haloed space For a fitting war memorial on valour and honour based Continued: Her men they fought, the rivers ran all red Image: A column of Indian armed police officers patrol in the mountains seeking inflitrated Pakistani paratroopers during the Second Indo-Pakistani War in September
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In Honor of Our Military. Search this site. Somewhere in the night a quiet professional is waiting. He does not care that he is tired. That his hardened body is sleep deprived.
But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed. Build as doth the lowly coral,— Give yourselves. That shall endure. Would ye build that generations Yet to be may call you great? Would ye have your lives' creations O'er the ages tower elate? Hearken then a world-old moral,— Abnegation, meek and pure.