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911 people died, 911 tears came.
It's hard to remember Sept. 11th, 2001.
People died trying to help us.
Millions, Billions.
We can never forget that day.
I don't remember, my mind does, my parents, my family does.
The 911 hurt people made them cry made them scream.
A terrible event in history.
Soldiers fighting to save us our lives.
Our family.
On Sept. 11th each year it's a day to remember many people died,
how many tried to save our lives.
Many went home, home to God.
Who cried?
Who got hurt?
Who suffered?
How many died?
These are unanswered questions.

Jessica


That September day
When terror came not by plane
But by heart as one.

MissAngel


Ten long years ago
Two twin towers had a very important role

All of a sudden
Terror exploded in their hometown
Their killer, a half-dead plane, knocked them down
Ransom and robbing
Aching, head-throbbing.

Two twins, one and the same
Now two tombs, with little remain
We cannot forget our legends, our past
They'll remain with us as long as memory is
Still. Forever to last.


Nine years ago, on a beautiful day,
Nine years ago, God took you away.
We watched some jump, while others burned,
So many lessons to be learned.
We will always remember the ones who died,
And remain in our hearts with American pride.

Jane Mewhinney


Two towers
Shone
Brightly grasping the early ray of the morning sun

The same sun
That sparked a memory
Many years ago
Vanished
Under a sudden cloud
of the dark shadows
That bewitched the twins
Swallowed them whole
But no twin would ever have left the other alone

They were made together
They flew away together
Once place, though, we'll see our brothers 'gain
Ten years younger we were then
But they live in our memories forever
This is not their fate
Not the end

By MissAngel


~ 9-11 ~


A movie that has come to life.
September 11 is the day loved ones died.
Why, they say, terrorists attacked that very day.
They hit the twin towers, boom it crashed.
Fire among us roar the fire hose splashed.
Many frightened absentminded indeed.
Why must the terrorists do this terrible deed.
They highjacked four planes making loved ones die
Taking each down not one survived.
Every witness was hypnotized
Each not realizing what happened in the very eyes.
I for one was 3 at the time not knowing what happened,
    blank was my mind.
Nine years later now I know,
I weep because of those who lost theier own souls.
The third plane flew into the Pentagon,
A sad look among others begun.
Lastly the fourth plane crashed into a field,
Because passengers tried to re control and all were killed.
My heart is heavy, my soul is sore.
I guess because I have some family in New York.
If they were gone it would be a tragedy,
Thinking of their bodies under the rubble cries me to sleep.
When I think of it my eyes form water falls.
Now every September 11 we celebrate, some sing proud and tall.
Silent night they croak, sucking up their tears they choke.
They sing like gospel singers but depressed,
I suggest one day we can suppress this attack and forget.

From,
Tyra
soon to be writer


Burting Light

As morning's perfection introduces hope for the day, 
foreboding evil lurks in the wings.
Unaffected, they forge through steadily embracing
adventure of flight gliding forcefully, 
terror unfolds.

Within cherished seconds symbolization of Red, White
and Blue explodes a profusion of orange and crimson, 
while life's evanescent fragments scatter against a 
crisp panorama-fire bursting bright. 

Surreal horror unfolds as melting buildings slowly collapse, 
smoky rubble of destruction gradually cascades 
         down 
            down                                             
               down... 

Billowing haze engulfs the city revealing a haunting 
raven cloud,
the Melting Pot transforms into imposing chaos, 
the tang and taste of death ascends.

Days pass, stark declaration and ghostly reality
envelops helpless hearts as quiet spectators observe 
hellish images streaming news and radio, 
seared pictures expose demonic atrocities beyond thoughts. 

Digesting unpredictable horror layered with
  insurmountable pain,
inconceivable tragedy eventuates our country, our world, 
evil boldly rearing its diabolical and ideological head.

Void of fathomable words to conceptualize cold 
  calculated abhorrence, 
troubled hearts grasp for numbing anesthetics, anything,
leaving impressions of desperation drawn from
  non-acceptance and blood-soaked helplessness.

Forever in our hearts and memories....

by Linda Balboni


I feel the pain, I feel the hurt. It’s 9-11 all over again!
I wear the flag upon my shirt. It’s 9-11 all over again!
I see something, it is a plane. It’s 9-11 all over again!
It is off course; pilots insane? It’s 9-11 all over again!
Why is this crashing into me? It’s 9-11 all over again!
I feel the fire; I see debris. It’s 9-11 all over again!
People fall right from the sky. It’s 9-11 all over again!
People yell and children cry. It’s 9-11 all over again!
Another comes within an hour. It’s 9-11 all over again!
It crashes into the other tower. It’s 9-11 all over again!
Before long, two towers fall. It’s 9-11 all over again!
Some run away; others crawl. It’s 9-11 all over again!
Ashes and dust fly all around It’s 9-11 all over again!
Steel and glass, tumble down. It’s 9-11 all over again!
Husbands dead, wives are gone. It’s 9-11 all over again!
The families pain lingers on. It’s 9-11 all over again!
We must hope; we must pray. It’s 9-11 all over again!
Pray for our enemies on this day. It’s 9-11 all over again!
Pray that they will understand. It’s 9-11 all over again!
We are one and united we stand. It’s 9-11 all over again!
For love of God and fellow man. It’s 9-11 all over again!
They must know, they must see. It’s 9-11 all over again!
That we stand for liberty! It’s 9-11 all over again!

===================================
So what have we learned?
"We must remain One Nation Under God
or we will be One Nation Gone Under!"

God Bless the USA!

Copyright © 2009 by John Michael Domino
All Rights Reserved.


Days go on but never forgotten
for all those people who died
and those who tried
Days go on but never frogotten
pain we go through each day
will always stay
We remember September 11 2010.

by Jen S.


Heaven Cry

Who goes to work, expecting that to be the day she will die?
Riding the subway, drinking the morning coffee quickly,
    and dreading the day with a sigh.
Nothing unusual that sunny September day...just the usual
rush of commuters, Manhattan's normal way.
Students, workers, traders, and visitors, going on their way, to school,
    work, interviews, and tours---a typical NYC day.
No one went to work, expecting it to be the day to die, but others
    who witnessed it all, could honestly hear Heaven CRY.


by W. White


Tears Fell Softly...

My daughter wrote this poem when she was 15 after 911
happened. It is meant to be read and printed as two towers.
It is dedicated to all those whose lives was lost. To all of
you who served and are serving in the military for our
safety and FREEDOM, THANK YOU from the bottom of
our hearts...

...911
by Meg Caro

Tears fell softly
And the world cried
We stood by and watched
As thousands died

Hate crimes done cruelly
And no one knows why
How could this happen?
Why did they die?

The towers fell quickly
Like the tears from our eyes   
We couldn't stop it
And no one knows why

Emotions a mess
So many distressed
Our freedom attacked
And burned all the rest

Taken unjustly
It was not their time
How could this happen?
Why did they die?
Still running swiftly
The tears from our eyes
Afraid of the future
So many died

Fear took control
As smoke filled the sky
A shadow of darkness
Covered our lives

The days went by
And still the world cried
Disbelief in our hearts
And tears in our eyes

But stronger we stand
Smiling through the pain
A prayer to all those
Who lost family in vain

United through hope
We will not give in
GOD BLESS AMERICA
We surely will win...


Celsius 911

by Wesley Edwards

A new dawn
A new day
Innocent as a fawn
A plane sway
Twice as a pawn
Smoke filled the air
Innocent souls cry in despair
Agony and terror reign in the rubble
For only our Maker's bubble of Love
Can evacuate the souls to Heaven
For what is a monument without a memory
To level an uneven keel
For what life is, we take for granted
Fortunate to kneel before our Maker and Taker
As we from time to time lose conscious
Cruelty is the way of mankind
Precious indeed are the ways of our Maker Taker
Redeemer of Love Mercy and Grace
For farewell we may leave this World in vain or peace
But He knows all and has the grandest peace of all
And for all

Forever in Spirit.


The Ruins

Let the stars and stripes fly high No more lost lives
This is the time to invoke peace
The violence of that day
The Ruins
It's Proof
Twisted Metal yet to fall
I see it from my window
The sun the radiant splendor of aqua sky
Turned to black rain
The Towers fell matted twisted the horror the silence
Tragedy that punched us all in the gut
The loss of the brave, innocent and determined to save
The Ruins
Pain and flames, smoke, screams, anguish, misery Dust to Dust
Flow of violent prayers aimed at NYC
    at the heart and soul of the city the world
The twins no more our loved ones no more
As if devil was unleashed that day and walked New York 9-11-01
The Ruins
The rain of tears, sorrow the days that followed
    seeing loved ones searching
But angels surrounding us all to show them the way
Pain and hate we have to put it on Ice
Peace invoked that is the aim
The Ruins

By Tamara

This helmet sits on its rack
Its man never to come back
Badly burned and incrusted with ash
Heavily melted and badly smashed
This helmet surves as a reminder
To you we will never forget

By Chad Gustafson

What a terrifying day in history
Some even compare it to Pearl Harbor
Both are devastating attacks
Surprising and deadly
Both killed many
And both had sequence
Here’s some info to help conger the severity of 9/11/01

The first hit in the sequence
We noticed the noise and then the boom
American Airlines Flight 11 crashes
Into the World Trade Center North Tower
It slammed into the building
Exploding with fire and smoke
Instantly kills over 1,000 civilians

Less than twenty minutes later
We get hit again
United Airlines 175 crashes
Into the World Trade Center South Tower
Straight into the building
Exploding and burning
Over 600 died in the second crash

A bit over an hour later
American Airlines 77 crashes into the Pentagon
It smashed into the infrastructure
Blowing up on impact
Instantly killing 125 military officers and civilians
Distributing smoke and debris everywhere
And causing a portion of the Pentagon to collapse

At the same time
United 93 hits an open field in Pennsylvania
FBI and CIA officials claim that the plane was
    targeted towards the White House
But the pilot was stopped by passengers
Some think it was shot down due to how the remains were found
Bush had indicated several times
that he would not hesitate to shoot down an aircraft
    that was a known threat

In less than twenty minutes
The Twin Towers collapse
Filling Manhattan with heavy debris
Many New Yorkers were killed over 20,000
And many traumatized over 400,000
Over 1,000,000 tons of debris was cleaned up
This was a very destructive attack

Common heroes struggle to save freedom
Number of firefighters and paramedics killed was 343
Number of NYPD officers was 23
Remember the firefighters, the policemen,
The medical personnel, rescue workers,
And all the common people
That helped others on the attack sites during the actual disaster
And those who helped to clean up in the aftermath of 9/11

Pearl Harbor lost less than 3,000
9/11 seems to be worse than Pearl Harbor
More problematic and destructive
We’re still brushing off the debris of the Twin Towers
Holding our breath when we wake outside
And jumping at every noise from the sky
Even those who only heard are traumatized

BY Jessica - Chaos Rings Freedom's Bell

Who could reach the lower floor, could survive
Who could respond to the call, did their best
Who could say goodbye, would leave a message
Who could pray to God, prayed their hearts out
Who could see the planes, knew there was no mercy
Who could be there, would never forget
Who could hear a message, wept for hours
Who could see their family again, cherished each moment
Who could see the pain, felt the fear
Who could say they had lost, would be respected
Who could relate to the victims, comforted them
Who could save the survivors, risked their life
Who could be greatful, praised our heroes.

Danniella

REMEMBER THAT DAY IN SEPTEMBER,
    THE NOW INFAMOUS DATE OF 9/11?
WHEN EVERYONE IN THE WORLD
    PRAYED FOR THOSE PEOPLE SENT TO HEAVEN?
WE WATCHED IN SHOCK AS THE PLANES CRASHED.
    WAS IT FIVE, SIX OR SEVEN?
LEAVING NEW YORK LOOKING LIKE
    AN EXCAVATION SITE THAT JUST HAD A CAVE IN.

MOST OF THE VICTIMS WERE UNAWARE,
    SITTING AT DESKS DOING THEIR JOBS.
NOT REALIZING THAT THEY WOULD BE
    PART OF AN EVENT CAUSING GLOBAL SOBS.
OR THE PEOPLE ON THE GROUND
    THAT WOULD SOON BE ASH COVERED MOBS.
AFTERWARDS SURVIVORS FRANTICALLY SEARCHING
    FOR THEIR TOM, LUCY, JANE OR BOBS.

OR THOSE POOR PASSENGERS, SOME REALIZING THEIR FATE
    AND FIGHTING FOR THEIR LIVES.
SOME UNAWARE OF THEIR PLIGHT, SITTING WITH THEIR FAMILIES,
    SONS, HUSBANDS AND WIVES.
PASSENGERS READY TO BATTLE WITH THEIR FOES, WILLING TO USE
    CANES, BATONS OR KNIVES
TRYING TO REACH THE COCKPIT WHILE THEIR PLANE DOES
    FRANTIC TWISTS AND DIVES.

I CANT EVEN IMAGINE AT THAT MOMENT
    WHAT THEY WERE FEELING OR EVEN THINKING
AS THEY CHARGED AHEAD WITH THEIR DECISION,
    NOT ONE FALTERING OR EVEN BLINKING.
I WONDER IF THEY KNEW THE END WAS NEAR
    AS THEIR PLANE WAS SLOWLY SINKING.
I LIKE TO PICTURE THEM IN MY MIND
    AT THAT MOMENT JOINED TOGETHER ARMS LINKING.

I REMEMBER WHERE I WAS THAT DAY TOO.
    I HAD JUST COME OUT OF THE SHOWER.
STANDING THERE IN DISBELIEF,
    WATCHING CNN SHOWING THE BURNING TOWER.
I FELT SICK TO MY STOMACH
    AS IF I HAD EATEN SOMETHING TART AND SOUR.
HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN IN A COUNTRY
    THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO WIELD SO MUCH POWER?

FOR DAYS AFTERWARDS I WAS IN A FOG
    WITH A WIERD FEELING IN MY HEART.
THINKING OF ALL THOSE PEOPLE
    WHO WERE NOW JUST NUMBERS ON A DEATH CHART.
OF THE MOTHERS WHO LOST THEIR LOVED ONES,
    THAT ARE NOW PERMANENTLY APART.
OR THE COUNTRY ITSELF. HOW DOES IT REBUILD AGAIN,
    WHERE DOES IT START?

EVEN THOUGH THERE WAS ON THE GROUND
    AND IN THE AIR CHAOS AND ANXIETY
THERE WERE SEVERAL HEROES, MALE AND FEMALE
    OF EVERY TYPE AND VARIETY.
PULLING PEOPLE TO SAFETY, RISKING THEIR LIVES
    IN THE ULTIMATE ACT OF CHARITY.
GIVING US MOMENTS OF JOY
    IN THIS OTHERWISE GRISLY SCENE OF REALITY.

NO I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT DAY
    AND THOSE SCENES OF TERROR ON THE SCREEN.
WEEPING FOR THE VICTIMS
    AND REJOICING FOR THE HEROES IN BETWEEN
WATCHING THE SMOKE FILLED TOWERS
    IN FLAMES AND STARTING TO LEAN.
HOPING I WILL NEVER AGAIN
    HAVE TO WITNESS WHAT I HAVE HEARD OR SEEN.

STUART LENNON

Never imagined I'd see the day,
that I'd look evil in the eyes.
Millions watch, millions pray.
while loved ones fall from the sky.

Now I've seen the face of evil.
looked the Devil in the eyes.
Can we go back to where we were,
with loved ones falling from the sky?

What is to come, and what will be?
Questions certain to arise.
Can we ignore what we've seen,
our loved ones falling from the sky?

Shout aloud! Awake from slumber!
Wipe the sleep out of your eyes!
The Day of Alarm is upon us!
Loved ones falling...from the sky.

William Darren Napier (Sept. 2001)

copyright ©2006 William Napier

September 11th was one tragic day.
I hope it never happens again.
For the people that still mourn
September 11th will never be forgotten.

by Georgia

AS I LOOK BACK ON THE YEARS GONE BY
I STILL WONDER WHY EVIL CHOSE TO FLY
AND TAKE AWAY OUR SPECIAL TIMES
OUR LOVES AND PARENTS THOSE FRIENDS OF MINE

RELIGION FAITH COLOUR AND CREED
WAS NO EXCUSE FOR THIS DEADLY DEAD
THE FANATICS WHO TOOK AWAY THEIR LIVES
HAD NO SECOND THOUGHT FOR HUSBANDS AND WIVES

TO SEE THE TOWERS CRASH AND FALL
BECAME THE MOMENT IN LIFE FOR US ALL
AND STIRRED AN ANGER DEEP WITHIN
AS NO ONE COULD ACCEPT THIS TERRIBLE SIN

BUT NOW WE SEE THOSE WHO COMMITTED THE CRIME
AS MISGUIDED MEN WHO WERE LOST IN TIME
MISLED AND DIRECTED BY AN DESPERATE SOUL
TO FULFILL AN EVIL MURDEROUS ROLE

NOW FROM THE ASHES WE HAVE GROWN STRONG
AND COMITTED OURSELVES TO RIGHTING THE WRONG
A NATION TOGETHER FOCUSED AND TRUE
BEHIND OUR FLAG OF RED WHITE AND BLUE

SO THE MILITARY FOLK ON DISTANT SHORES
REMEMBER ONE THING AS YOU FIGHT OUR CAUSE
NO AMOUNT OF THANKS CAN EVER REPAY
YOUR EFFORTS TO PREVENT ANOTHER SUCH DAY.

ROY BURGESS

THROUGH THE MISTS OF EVIL, THERE IS HOPE

By Peter J. Henry


They walk through the valley of death,
They walk in terror and fear.
They walk with tears in their eyes,
For they know that evil has been here.

They see the dust in the street,
Their only thought is of home.
But the mists of evil cloud their way,
And all they can do is roam.

Finally, a hand reaches out to them,
It’s as beautiful as can be.
It touches them on their weary shoulder,
And leads them to the land of the free.

As they sit, they look back,
Wondering how they will ever cope.
But this they know, deep in their heart,
That even through the mists of evil, there is hope.


May God bless those who lost their lives on
September 11, 2001 and their families.

Peter Henry

Hearts and Hands


Built strong
Upon the foundations
Of a million dreams,
The stalwart twin shadows
Awoke, again
To the predictable bustle of a
Manhattan September.

The proud
Glass and steel,
Attached resolutely to the base
Of the shadows,
climbed ever higher,
Eclipsing stunted neighbors
As daybreak's warmth glinted
off its reflective face.

Yet, as rituals of morning transpired,
A turbaned terror,
Unknown to the soils of America,
Boarded wings of steel,
With baggage of mayhem.

Silent flew their fate
As wheels of commerce
Intermingled forever
With the unfufilled beatings
of a thousand hearts.
The twins exploded in fiery panic
As glass and steel tombs collapsed,
With a magnitude
Heard coast to coast.

The States of America
Became, again
United,
Joining hearts and hands
To thwart evil cowardice,
Reminding us
To never
forget.

By Rick De Jong

Resurgence


Hope.
Always an
Ingredient of our existence,
Was packed
Not so carefully away,
When the towers fell.

Anger, rage and unrest
Crowded out
The forgiving and now unheeded
Hope,
As we sought hard
To define
The direction of
Our future.

Yet,
As mangled steel was
Slowly separated
From broken hearts,
A gleam of understanding,
Not unlike
Our children's voices,
Enlightened the remaining
Dark crevices and
Canyons of contempt...
Rebuilding walls and
Opening doors
To a brighter,
Richer future,
And a resurgence of
Hope.

By Rick De Jong

Arms of Peace


Supporting
A nation's
Collective and
Grief laden angst...
The eleventh
Day of September
Again dawns,
For the seventh time
Since the twins...
Once, resplendent in
The glowing Eastern light,
Then, a terrible and unthinkable tomb...
Now, a continuing monument
To the thousands
Of American patriots
Who would have wished for another day
To say goodbye,
To the land,
And the families they loved...
Still, reminds us
Of the high toll
Paid for freedom,
So that our children
May live
In the unforgetting but
Protective arms
Of peace.

By Rick De Jong

That day of doom.
The day of sadness.
The day that many died.
The day of prayer.
The day of hope, fate, and change.
The day that should be remembered has the day of lesson...
September 11, 2001.

by Oscar Ixtupe


911


Numbness settles, congealing ash
My senses no longer in tune
To the world around me
Around me
As evening sets
And reality sets
And congeals

What happened that crisp clear day
Was no accident
No Act of God
No wage of war
No sense or purpose
No sense.

Stood there, watching, like everyone else
As the second bomb (my god, there are people there)
And my reality exploded
Inside and out
Fear.
Watching as those towers fell
As my security fell
As my senses fell
As my fences fell

I worked there, just a few months ago
Not long ago
Why wasn't I there that day
Instead of watching it replay
Hour after hour, clip after clip
From every angle,
From every home and office
The disbelief
The shock
The numbness

It still hasn't eased; I thought it would
My senses haven't returned yet
My feelings nonexistent
I don't want to talk about it
Or share my grief
Or pretend im ok

O God what happened to me?
And will I ever return to
What was normal?
A month, two months, a year later
Will there still be people down there?
Will I still be down there
Numb, without a care
And do I dare
Dream to feel again
To love again
To want again?

I don't want this anymore
This corpse of cold stone in my shadow
I don't want this fear
Of faceless hate,
Of endless nights
And plagues
Of fear and hate
And
shadow.

By Kyle Rothgeb


-----------V for viva------------


Remember remember the eleventh of September,
When our hearts were stricken by grief,
On a crisp Tuesday morning,
A tragedy that brought somber,
When the skies roared fiercely,
With four united birds descending,
An alarming ominous warning,
A tragic day of prayer and tears.

Remember remember the eleventh of September,
A day that will forever be remembered,
A very lugubrious mood,
Over the blood that pooled,
Blood that simmered stained the soil that day,
When voices went silent by an event so violent,
And hope seemingly extinguished.

Remember rememeber the eleventh of September,
When the glimmer of emergency numbers,
Sent out sirens cries,
But far too late for would be heroes,
Who rushed into pending doom,
Still simmers the faint glow of embers,
Amidst the fallen rubble of memories now,
And wrenched twist fused metal,
Set a sepulchral tomb forever in our souls.

Remember remember the eleventh of September,
We should never forget that tragic event,
And forever remember the eleventh of September,
The day our hearts stood still.

G. Elizarraras

In the bright September morning
without warning to us all
A few thousand lives were shattered
and we watched two buildings fall
And a billion souls felt empty,
and the flags at half-mast fly
In the memory of the innocent
which didn't have to die.

We've lost brothers, sisters, cousins.
We've lost family and friends
But we've made the choice not to forget
their lives and tragic ends
Though we've had our share of troubles,
we have put them all aside
As a Nation grieves we find ourselves
defending them with pride

We're a Nation of Survivors
with one heart we share a tear
But we live to serve the memory,
not giving into fear
Though they try to take security
with the things they've done and said
All their acts of inhumanity
bring unity instead

So we stand here as a family...
One Heart, One Soul, One Voice
We are challenged by this moment,
and united here by choice.

God Bless America
Lisa Vance, Jr.

VOICES FROM UP UNDER


For we will always remember
two birds who shared a vicious story,
causing havoc and destruction
to our memory
our hearts and our glory.
Visions of falling figures
jumping in desperation
for they had no freedom.
Crossing over to the light
knocking on heaven's door
known as His Kingdom.
Courageous men in uniform with badges,
and some with fire hoses and axes
are now missing in action.
And as the chain of events unraveled
this mountain of blazing thunder
opens my heart
to voices from up under.
I come to you, in honor of these brothers,
with great gratitude and respect,
for they took a vow
to honor, serve and protect.
For on this tragic day of events
we all lost a mother,
a father,
a sister,
a brother,
a friend,
and a partner,
who's never been more honored.
For I am the voice speaking out to you
on this day,
wishing you the very best,
needing to show our support,
love and respect.
But time is of the essence,
now can we bow our heads,
close our eyes
and pray...
Father,
We are all here to celebrate
and to commemorate a treasure
we found in our brothers.
For this is a simple thank you,
for the gift of hope.
for this is the rope
that gave us all
a choice to grieve and cope.
May you continue to bless our heroes,
until we meet again.
With love,
signed...
THE VOICES FROM UP UNDER
Tiffany Saxon, a poet, lives in Euclid, Ohio.


September eleven was very sad,
We will never forget that very bad day,
We screamed and cried and we prayed and prayed,
Though people were people were heros that tried to survive,
We will never forget that terrible day.

By Sarah


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