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Patriotic Poetry: Respect My Place

Updated on June 13, 2013

Look at the lines set into my face,

Look how the smile in my eyes is almost gone.

I’ve seen things no one else should see.

Committed my fair share of rights and wrongs.

I am by no means perfect.

In fact, I’m quite flawed,

But please don’t write me off.

Like I don’t matter at all.

I worked hard to get

Right where I am

I don’t ask for pity for my struggles.

Just act like you give a damn.

I paved the way

With these two calloused hands,

So the ground you tread on

Could be more fruitful land.

And all I ask,

Is you respect my place,

Treat me like a man

Not a waste of space.

Have you thanked a homeless war veteran today?

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      MickeySr 5 years ago from Hershey, Pa.

      I don't count myself a poet, but more a word-smith - I too sometimes approach a poem as an adventure to share an idea within a specific meter and with words that rhyme . . . I'm often not trying to be astoundingly beautiful or to offer some grand new truth, etc - just sharing a thought within a prearranged scheme (probably more entertaining myself than trying to create the next great poem).

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      Jose Velasquez 5 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      It's funny, because I started writing the poem without a specific theme in mind. I just listen to music, and words start coming to me. Once I see where a poem is headed, I can find some clever ways to put ideas together. I liked writing this one a lot.

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      MickeySr 5 years ago from Hershey, Pa.

      It may seem odd to say that I love how you use words, since we all use words all the time and this is, after all, poetry, but, the way you interweave ideas ("I don’t ask for pity for my struggles") with material information (". . . these two calloused hands") is, I think, brilliant.