Category: Poems

Angels In Uniform
D. Mayhew

I am a proud father of a U.S. Marine stationed in Iraq at this time. The year and a half that he has been in the Marines has done wonders for not only him, but for me as a father. When he graduated from High School, he had no goals, wasn’t sure what he wanted to do or be, since then he has come to realize that not all hard working U.S. citizens are in the public work force. He has made my wife and I very proud when he stands tall, looks you straight in the eyes when speaking with you. I am by no means a professional poet but I do dabble a bit, one night while thinking of him and others overseas I come up with this little poem. I hope you enjoy. read more

I AM THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
By Howard Schnauber

I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is "Old Glory".
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up and see me. read more

Once a Marine is always a Marine. I wrote a poem about an “American Soldier” I am spreading this poem all across America because the soldier is what is protecting our freedom. D. Henry

American Soldier
by D Henry

I am an American soldier, I’m strong and I’m Brave.
I must keep up a good fight, for the people that I save.
No matter what circumstances may come to my path
The enemy will shed as they see God’s wrath.
This sweat, this desert, the thirst of us all.
We are proud to serve our country for the enemy will fall.
This battle, this war, will come to an end.
My purpose for freedom for the time that I spend.
Hurray! For America, over land of the free,
For I am an American soldier, From Sea to shining sea. read more

In Memory of
Sgt. Leeds, O.E.
Jan 16, 1929 to March 19, 2001

A Marine… My Father
by Laura Ann

Just a young man of twenty three,
you devoted your life to the U.S.M.C.
The Few, the proud… Semper Fidelis.
By heart you know “The Hymn’s” every chorus.
You taught us as children to sing every word,
and Proudly you welcome the song that you heard. read more

A Marine, A Brother
by Gary Arney USMC 1966-69 7th FMF, 5/28th

A Marine Has Died Today! He was born of the womb, and raised by his parents. It could have been that his dad and his grand dad were Marines, but A Marine Has Died Today! He played cowboys and Indians and Army with his friends in his youth, he played sports and chased the girls In High School, But A Marine Has Died Today! He was too young to drive and too young to drink, but old enough to kill and to die. He may have volunteered, he may have been drafted, but he fought not just for his country but for himself and for his friends, A Marine Has Died Today! He went to a place called Boot Camp-a place where he learned how to march, learned the history of weapons, and learned about himself. He worked hard and was yelled at a lot; he was broken down and rebuilt like a motor being worked on and fixed stronger than it was before. He went to school to learn his trade-the art of killing, the art of caring, and the art of being cared for. A Marine Has Died Today! He may have died in combat, he may have died at home, but as long as we never forget him he will never truly die!! A Marine Has Died Today! read more

A United States Marine
by Don Kozak

They stand in line, their faces taunt, their eyes stare straight ahead. A deadly gaze they pierce right through, their backs cannot be breeched, fingers tight in a vice like grip the steel in their hands, not a hair is out of place.

The uniform is proudly worn; the chest could burst its buttons.
Dark and blue with blood red piping, golden buttons polished true. To finish off the leather neck his mane is high and tight, his cap is white, and his buckle bright, the brass is shining through. Everything upon his chest he’s earned through blood and sweat. read more

A Marine
by Cpl. Louis A. (Tony) Gilman

As you scrambled off the bus
And raced toward the yellow footprints
The Drill Instructors yelled at you to reach,
You began to change.

You suffered intense pain, physical & mental anguish
For the next 12 weeks and took it all, because you wanted to be
One of the best. You must have run hundreds of miles with those
Crazy men in Smokey Bear hats yelling at you to move your ass,
Pick up the pace, you maggot!
80 of you at the beginning, learning to work as a team,
to overcome, to adapt, to win. read more

In All Seasons
Kathleen C.

For I miss you in the winter
In its shades of white and gray
With the chilling snow and sleek ice
putting nature on display.
The shining sun has gone to slumber
and the days are long and trying.
The silence is only broken up
by the sounds of the icicles chiming. read more

Sgt Grit,

My name is Sara Figgins and a Christmas poem I wrote for Cpl Mark Olsen who is stationed in Camp Lejeune, North Carolina.

All I want for Christmas
Sara Figgins

All I want for Christmas,
Although your far away,
Is for you to know I think of you especially today,

All I want for Christmas,
Although your boots are filled with sand, Is for you to know I care about you in a far distant land, read more

Thanks for your terrific news letters. The poem I?m sharing was written 3 days before I was critically wounded by a VC sniper near Quang Tin Vietnam in 1967. By the grace of God, I survived and after many months of recovery I was medically discharged from the Corps. I?m sharing my writing to honor those heroes I left behind so many years ago and to honor all the brave men and women who are now serving this great nation that we proudly call America. read more