Best 911 Poems
911 the Falling Man ComethThe falling man, one photograph captured in time
An unforgettable image, imprinted on this mind
He represents us all, weather we like it or not
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Categories:
911, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
911 Aftermath Misguided HatersYou walk through the metal detector
You look at me with a deep seated scorn
You loath that I made you remove your stuff
You had to take off your shoes belt and jewelry
You’re thinking “I’m no criminal or terrorist so why me”
I am only doing the...
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Categories:
911, fear, on work and
Form:
Verse
911 We Will Never ForgetTo *key3
How bad can it get, don't ask me that question
I'm on the 97th floor terrified,
hanging from a window, gasping for breath
You want to know,
if I put faith to the test
On the phone to my wife, saying I love you...
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Categories:
911, america, murder, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Remember 911I often sit and wonder why
People do the things they do
I am thinking of a day ten years ago
When heaven's population grew.
I can remember it like it were yesterday
For when i heard about it I cried
On September 11 2001...
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Categories:
911, dedication, memorial, pride, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
Categories:
911, heart, love,
Form:
Senryu
Within the Trenches 911 Dispatcher TributeWithin The Trenches
911 Dispatcher Tribute
Nine one one, What's your emergency? Keeps replaying in her head.
When she lays down at night and she can't sleep instead.
Her mind keeps going backwards to when her heart began it's fall.
Memories of the other end the night she got the...
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Categories:
911, appreciation, conflict, courage, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
911—underground Overtime Night Workers (Acrostic)Nine Eleven—a dark day lives of many workers were stolen away
Individuals worked all night; stayed; without seeing the light of day
Nose to the grindstone below floor level they labored productively
Effectively moving papers, stacks, racks, speedily and so selectively
Encouraged basement overtime; more taxes paid; they worked...
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Categories:
911, history, introspection, life, loss,
Form:
Acrostic
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911, animal,
Form:
Ninette
Rescue 911Look after Joe our mother said
We promised we would do it
She needed a break from all of us
And went out of town for a visit.
It was the spring of '93
The blizzard had ruined my place
So Sam was helping clean up my yard
Little did we know
We'd...
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Categories:
911, family, imagination, spring, mother,
Form:
Ballad
Stott 911********Note:**********
This is a poem in tribute to Doctor Gearldine Stott at the Medical Center, Hampton, VA and her Nurse Hatton who has alway's stood behind me in my time of need....Also, my friend Steve, who is a funny and delightful guy!
When I was lost and...
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Categories:
911, death, dedication, devotion, friendship,
Form:
Bio
Dialing 911DIALING 911
towering building, dressed in pinstriped suit,
healthy, quietly dying. flying without web,
without wings. an abnormal workday,
smokes in...
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Categories:
911, america, dark, sad,
Form:
Concrete
Hope Beyond 911In the evil
Festering dark shadow
Of September 11
Hope rises
Grows out of
Bone fragments
The building blocks
Of humanity...
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Categories:
911, absence, angst, faith, hope,
Form:
Free verse
911Today I prayed to God and cried.
Thousands of innocent people have died,
by a senseless heinous act,
thats become an international fact.
Our country was violated by evil men,
who thought they had a reason to sin
against our people and our pride,
to die as cowards by our side.
Our airplanes...
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Categories:
911, dedicationpeople, prayer, people,
Form:
Couplet
Warm Reassuring BranchesCuddled in complacency
Assuring herself nothing will change
She is content
Personified oak
Wrapped in warm bark
Warm reassuring branches
Perfect husband
Happy children
Wonderful life
911 happens
To her
Tearing her limb from limb...
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Categories:
911, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
If I Could Change the Past -911
September eleven, two-thousand-one-
dark age of homeland terror had begun.
If only I could change this horrid past-
alleviate deep pain from grief at last.
Three thousand souls were lost forever, then;
three hundred forty-three were brave firemen,
so many whom I'd come to know before,
when they'd stop by our fire...
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Categories:
911, bereavement, death, family, farewell,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter