Can you find me a great poem to read for Monday, 9/11?

Question

I need a great poem about loss or what happened on 9/11 to read for a high school audience on Monday...I read "Names" by BIlly Collins last year.

Answer 1

Couldn't you find it by yourself??? It has to come from your heart not from your computer!

Answer 2

This has been read before because of the similarities to 9/11.

http://www.gametec.com/poemdujour/Sept1.1939.html

Answer 3

you're so so great. i'm no sturdy at pretending it constantly shows in my face and then notably quickly it falls out of my mouth in great parts of profanity and then i've got faith undesirable and the two drink or cry it is worse. I actually have a stash of properly by no skill techniques. i admire your poetry, i admire your relaxing so with you i do no longer ought to pretend.

Answer 4

This is a poem written on Wednesday after the tragedy that took place here in America "by a young adult named Kirsten Porter, a member of Floris UMC in Northern Virginia. she had written it as a lament and hope for reading at a worship service at their church.

ONE NATION UNDER GOD

God where were you yesterday?
I looked for you everywhere
You were so hard to find
my father came home from Bible study
dropped his car keys, a bag of groceries, his Bible to the counter
and looked at me
"This is a crazy world," he said
in a voice pained and flat
I did not understand
until he turned on the T.V.
God did you see?

the television flashed black and white footage
two hijacked planes flying into New York
crashing into the World Trade twin towers
God where were you?
when New Yorkers ran through the streets
tucking their faces in their shirts
and ash and smoke, death and dying all around in my America?

a women on the radio said it was like confetti
white confetti falling from the skies
I thought of Virginia's white snows in winter
the silvery fall from the skies
was that what death was like?
Virginia winter confetti

there were men, women
did you see them, God?
jumping from the buildings
like birds with clipped wings
did you hold their hands
when they made the leap
into your world?
the Trade buildings
came tumbling down
like a child's wooden block tower

God did you see?
another hijacked plane crashed into the Pentagon
and still another crash in Pennsylvania?
were you sitting next to the woman
who called her husband on the cell phone
and said good bye

did you know there were children at school
studying Geometry, History - the neat type-set of grammar texts
did you know some of these children
came home, fatherless or motherless, changed in one day?

God I tried to eat yesterday
but my bowl of cereal tasted like ash and death
God I tried to sleep yesterday
but my heart hurt
and I kept waking
to the memories of police officers
pulling people from the wreckage
like treasures from a buried chest
brave firefighters choking on smoke and tears
fighting the fires, the death
Americans saving themselves, each other
and then I found you God

later " Attack on America" was the headline
I tried to say it out loud
but the words sounded strange on my lips
in my America?
land of the free , the 4th of July,
desert storm, the America I pledged to in grade school

the 50 stars I counted over and over from my desk
the flag I learned to fold in Girl Scouts
parades and campaign buttons,
the field trips to DC museums and monuments
the pride in my voice on the trip to Europe
when the German man asked where I was from
and I smiled back and answered
"Ich bin von den Vereinigten Staaten"
"one nation under God-Liberty and Justice for all"
dear God this all happened in my America

did you see the tears of Americans
I thought I heard you crying with the country
You were with us yesterday
and today
when we move through the debris
waking from a terrible dream
yesterday is a toss and tangle of sheets

Mayor Guiliani is on the screen
his face is drawn like a dark curtain
his shaking hand is squeezed by another leader
and he speaks sadly but proudly
insists we go back to life
live as normal as possible
eat at restaurants, drink coffee at cafes
talk, walk the streets holding hands
but also pray, give blood
pull the last of the living from the rubble

God this happened in my America
but so did the saving, the prayer services
the candlelight vigils
the long line to donate blood
the officers giving their lives
You were with us yesterday

God you are with us today
and I need to feel you, remember
the saving in my America
because my dad said this is a crazy world
and I'm only 22 God
learning to put trust in a world I can't always trust
for now I'll put my trust in you
and my trust in America
because this is still my America
my waving flag of the stars and stripes,
my promised freedom

God I see you so clearly today
You are holding my America
crying for my America
opening your hands

You set my America free
because we are ready to fly on our own
because God was with us yesterday
and God lives in America today"

Answer 5

I think if you close your eyes and listen the people of 911 will speak to you. qwrite it down