Best 9 Memorial Day Poems 2017

Memorial day is the day which touches the heart of any person who have even a single person of feeling for his country. It is a day in which we remember the ones who gave their life's on battle-field just to protect us. I wonder how different the world would be today if they were not there for us.

Memorial Day Poems

Memorial day 2016 has come to mean in the start of summer and to be exact on 30th may, a period for picnics and grills, and an occasion to accumulate around the family. That feeling of happiness and joy is because of the sacrifice made by men and women who have battled for the opportunities and freedoms Americans hold today. Memorial day is a period to recollect that the American lifestyle is not shoddy yet rather has been acquired by the lives and blood of such a large number of veterans who have sacrificed their life for us.

So now let us begin with telling you guys some of the amazing poems which you can use on this memorial day.

We walked among the crosses
Where our fallen soldiers lay.
And listened to the bugle
As TAPS began to play.
The Chaplin led a prayer
We stood with heads bowed low.
And I thought of fallen comrades
I had known so long ago.
They came from every city
Across this fertile land.
That we might live in freedom.
They lie here 'neath the sand.
I felt a little guilty
My sacrifice was small.
I only lost a little time
But these men lost their all.
Now the services are over
For this Memorial Day.
To the names upon these crosses
I just want to say,
Thanks for what you've given
No one could ask for more.
May you rest with God in heaven
From now through evermore.
This Poem was composed by C W Johnson

This Poem is composed by C W Johnson for Memorial day and for remembering the soldiers, Oh I truly love this one.

Death of a Hero: 
Clothes soaked with blood, and blood on his boots
As he breaths he gurgles blood
He lays in the shadow cast by a wall of stone
A million miles from home
Eyes wide with fright. His brothers by his side.
He quietly prays as he slowly dies
As blood drains from his body, color leaves his face
His blood waters the flowers in this God forsaken place
They hold him so he doesn’t die alone.
They hold him until they have to bag him and send him home.
Tears leave streaks down a dirty face
Sorrow and emptiness now takes his place
With the utmost care they zip up the big black bag
and wrap his body in an American flag.
A hero is going home.
This Poem was composed by Steve Carlsen

 This Poem is composed Steve Carlsen, though it is not about the Memorial Day, but it really touches one's heart and makes them love the heroes of U.S.A. because of whom we really celebrate Memorial Day.

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A Mother's Tear: There's more to the story,
than what just appears.
A war written story,
from blood and from tears.
My son went to war,
a very proud man.
He fought in Iraq,
on the hot desert sands.
He witnessed his buddies,
his comrades, his men,
bleeding and dying,
he witnessed their end.
Where is Pvt. Tommy?
He's blown up all around,
his comrades spent hours,
picking him from the ground.
Sleeping in holes,
dug in the sand,
dreaming of home,
but it's become foreign land.
He can't tell his enemy,
from family or foe,
as he watches his friends sent out,
with tags on their toe.
He knows his Mama,
is sleepless like him,
and he tries to send word,
whenever he can.
He tries not to worry,
his family at home,
the horror that he faces,
he faces alone.
His mission is over,
he's sent back to me,
he fought for our freedom,
but he'll never be free.
He yearns for his buddies,
that died over there.
He's caught with the living,
in a doubled looped snare.
He screams in the night,
for the battle still roars,
as he lays in his bed,
he re-lives all the horror.
Nobody heard the fight,
he still fights,
except for his Mama,
who comforts him every night.
He never will be,
the son I once knew,
the war killed that part,
for freedom, for you.
Great Nation, Great Leaders,
and all those who will hear,
Freedom began
on a mother's first tear.
Poem composed by Amy Peterson

This one is People's favorite and everyone comes to tears while coming until the end of this poem. It's truly a masterpiece of telling a mother's feelings when such kind of heroes gives their life.

We Never Forget:  Brothers and Sisters at rest
we never forget
the gift you give
we still receive
how could you know
so young
that your battle
at all cost
must be won
Brothers and Sisters at rest
may we, in your eyes
pass your test
and one day, with honor
join your ranks
Poem composed by Mitchell Browder

 A short and sweet poem by Mitchell Browder on how we can never forget the gift that the veterans have blessed us with.

When you see millions of the mouthless dead:When you see millions of the mouthless dead
Across your dreams in pale battalions go,
Say not soft things as other men have said,
That you'll remember. For you need not so.
Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they know
It is not curses heaped on each gashed head?
Nor tears. Their blind eyes see not your tears flow.
Nor honour. It is easy to be dead.
Say only this, “They are dead.” Then add thereto,
“Yet many a better one has died before.”
Then, scanning all the o'ercrowded mass, should you
Perceive one face that you loved heretofore,
It is a spook. None wears the face you knew.
Great death has made all his for evermore.
Poem composed by Charles Sorley

Charles Sorley was the one who was killed at the age of twenty on 13th October 1915, in the Battle of Loos. He himself wrote "When you see millions of the mouthless dead" poem and it is truly amazing.

Remembrance Day: She stands in the cold
Her black cloth coat
Suits the occasion
But fails to keep her warm
Despite the gleam of silver
At her breast.*

Her thoughts circle round:

“Why did we have another war?
Didn’t we lose enough men already?
Why did my sons have to die?
O God, keep me upright.
Help me not to scream
Out their names.

“What will we have for dinner tonight?
What would Joey and Bill have wanted?
It’s so hard to have faith…
It’s so hard to have hope…
Why did my sons have to die?
Jesus, you comforted your mother
As she stood and watched you die.
If I pray hard enough
Will you bring comfort to me?

“If that preacher says ‘Noble Sacrifice’
One more time I’ll scream…
I’ll scream out their names
So hard the dead will hear me.
Only this time, I’ll scream out loud
Instead of in my heart.”

But she doesn’t scream…
She stands beside the Honour Guard
Who are older than her sons
Were when they died.

The people nearby watch her,
Wondering how she can stand
So still, so calm,
Knowing she lost two boys,
Thinking she has lost her grief
After all these years
When to her it might
Have been today.
Poem composed by Clare Stewart

This poem by Clare Stewart, who is a Canadian, is just too perfect for Memorial Day, though its name is rememberance day which is a totally different holiday. Despite that when we read this poem it feels like it is written by Clare Stewart specifically for the memorial day itself.

Remember Me: I was once the pride of this country,
The healthy, the young, the strong and brave,
Then I quickly became the acceptable casualty
In my country’s undeclared war
In the name of national interest,
A country where I was too young to vote!
I went because I was still too young
To know any better, though others
Cleverly refused or ran away to hide.
I never once dreamed my own government
Would ever lie to its own people,
But I was mistaken and they did for years.
I fought their war in a hell for one year,
Then came home and found another hell,
Awaiting from the very people and country
Who determined I go in the first place
Then their war, suddenly became mine,
And I was the convenient scapegoat!
Today, I am the broken bodies and minds
Shunted off, out of sight, behind heavy doors
Of VA hospitals and mental wards to die.
I am in wheel chairs and braces, in hospital beds;
I walk the streets; I wander the railroad tracks,
I sleep beneath the stars.
Poem composed by Curtis D Bennett

This poem is by Curtis D Bennett who explains how he feels when someone forget him when he once was ready to give his everything for them. So this poem by him is to tell the people to remember the ones who fought for their safety and freedom.

Freedom Isn't Free: 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.
Poem composed by Kelly Strong

A handful of old men walking down the village street
In worn, brushed uniforms, their gray 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!
Poem composed by Theodosia Pickering Garrison

These two poems are truly masterpieces and an amazing work in the industries of Poem. I thought to add more poems but after reading these two, I hardly believe one would want any other.

Words have tremendous power to conquere someone's mind and Poems are the best way to use words. These Poets have truly provided some of the greatest poem in the vast collection of poems that we have, However, what they have also provided is to bring the lifes of the veterans who have protected our country. These were some of the best words I can provide you for Memorial Day.

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