|Best Poems About / On HERO
Some wear a mask, others a cape,
Some just pass this life unknown,
Some do leave you yet agape:
For being loved but doomed to be alone.
A hero can be anyone;
But it's such a burden that you accept:
To make up for all what you've done,
Or save some tears that aren't yet dropped.
You can simply wear a mask,
Or sink yourself in steel;
For they but in your presence bask:
As safe is all they feel.
When I was young I had
A hero of my own;
And when times got dark or bad:
I'm told how he'd into a hero grown.
So whether you have a gun,
Or just some tissues hold;
Whether you wrestle or run,
Or tell some tales untold.
You don't have to save the day,
Or even save the world;
Sometimes a simple 'Are you okay? '
Is better than to into fire've hurled.
Some wear a shirt, some wear a skirt,
Some are holding on although they idols are,
Some do but their best efforts exert:
To make others feel they're not that much afar.
'When I grow up I want to be like you.'
But the hero was hanging by a thread.
'It's what you believe in that makes you do what you do;
You need not some power to smiles spread.'
Some live so long, some die young,
Some are just like you and me,
Some are famous, some are unsung,
Some know nothing else to be.
Some are still alive, some are long dead,
Some live forever inside an unforgetting heart,
Some we've heard about or sometimes have read,
Some without knowing have been heroes from the start!
'I wake up every morn wondering where my hero'd gone.'
And though the hero lives inside, he is down below!
Ordinary to others, but to him he was an icon.
'I hope someday I'll be like him, just Somebody's Hero.'
Danny The Dreamer Boyd
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Garden of Heros
I walk amongst a garden.
A garden of heroes
Young and old.
My life is full of riches.
My Heroes are Gold.
My Great Grandfather fought in World War 2,
He had no injury
But still came home to us.
And Great Grandfather gave me Grandpa.
Uncle Rick fought in Viet Nam,
The loudest battle there ever was.
Dad was in Desert Storm, Iraq.
Korea called our family,
To sent a hero too.
They heard about the garden
Of heroes that we grew.
The rows are bearing labels.
Of heroes planted there
I water my garden heavily
With tears of hope and prayer.
I know you have a garden,
Of heroes like mine.
Whose names we cant remember,
Of heroes that pick
When it comes time to harvest,
Will be taken from our gardens
Because we grow the best
Of the heroes
Of air, Land, and Sea.
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our mind is a virgin forest of killed friends...
'our mind is a virgin forest of killed friends.
And if I talk to you with fairy tales and parables
it is because you listen to it more sweetly, and you can't talk of horror because it's alive
because it doesn't speak and moves
it drips the day, it drips on sleep
like a pain reminding of evils.
To speak of heroes to speak of heroes: Michalis
who left with open wounds from hospital
may have talked of heroes when, that night
he was dragging his foot in the blacked-out city,
was screaming feeling our pain 'in the dark
we go, in the dark we move...'
Heroes move in the dark.
G. Seferis, Teleftaios Stathmos
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A hero is always at odds
with the existing norms
he meets resistance at every step,
at the altars of norms.
A hero is for change
for he understands
the weakness of the present,
he brings a new wave
at the expense of his own life
for a tomorrow better than today.
A hero is in you and me,
only if we listen to
our inner voice,
if we do not give into
the temptations of little comforts,
we meet every moment, at every step.
A hero is immortal,
he lives through the ages
because he stands for a cause
while others live in a world of comforts
without raging against a million injustices
and disappear in thin air
without giving a fight.
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