When I think of the word anthem it reminds me of the song the national anthem that was wrote long ago. The national anthem is still sung today like before games.
The National Anthem is a very proud song in America. It is our freedom song. The dream of America, the hard ships we face, the triumph we gain, is all presented in the national anthem. it is a country wide salute to America.
Each morning at school we do the national anthem. It is very good to do the anthem because it shows you care. If you don’t do it then you should at least try.
We sing the national anthem at citizenship .We sing it to represent of the people in war and are freedom because of them .When I think of the word it makes me thing of how we have freedom and that the people in war gave us freedom.
The national anthem is not just a song. The anthem is for our country during the civil war. Have you ever wondered? Well during the war they sang as the bomb and rockets went off. So don’t say that the national anthem is just a song.
As the song played and stadium began to rise, she scanned the crowd. Something was not right. Something had happened. She had seen something but had not gotten a good glimpse at it before she had moved behind the pillar. The high notes of the song soared over the crowd as her heart sank.
I heard the anthem over the roars and cheers. It was faint, but it still struck my heart. It shouldn’t have…I don’t know why it did. Any patriotic feelings I had held for my country vanished over a year ago. But in this moment…my future uncertain as it is, whatever unknown that’s waiting for me on the other side of that wall, has made me nostalgic…
The national anthem played before all the football games. It became something of a tradition. Then, one man refused to stand for it. And others followed him. To protest the way African Americans were treated in the country, I think. And suddenly the national anthem doesn’t play before sporting events anymore. People didn’t even really notice. It’s just the way it always had been
The national anthem blared from the loudspeakers, and when it was finished, Lartiana, our alien leader walked out. She and her two guards had landed on earth a few years ago and had hypnotized most of the people into liking her.
I am constantly wondering what song would become the soundtrack for my current life. What verses and what chords will empower my mood and ambitions for the present moments.
I will not sing our national anthem. You cannot make me do it. The words mean nothing to me as I stare at a flag that melts into red, white, and blue streaks of paint. It all bleeds into the bay, and I am left with nothing but a vague understanding of principles like “freedom” and “liberty,” statements tossed around like a hot potato that people can barely touch. No, I will not sing our anthem, because I don’t feel free or brave.
That melodic epiphany that floats between the lips of teenagers. The vibrating thrill of your throat-muscle enunciating some symbolic word among a crowd. Life-speak undulating across your tongue like so many separate atoms becoming one. And so you can’t help but sing your own chords against the steady stream of spirit-dance.
The anthem of the broken, is remarkably similar to the whole, just as the ballad of two completely different countries reflect the same empty promises over and over. But looking between the two of them, tossed on such opposing paths, it was hard to tell who was who.
The people sang an anthem that rolled the rage off their tongues. For now it was the only possible way to rebel. Other actions would be planned in due time.
lawn mowers humming through
air heavy with sunshine,
phoebe birds and blue jays and chickadees as
an ecstatic harmony,
and in the distance, a baseball game with
low, cheering crowds:
the anthem of summer
Steady drum of thoughts, familiar patterns—safety in predictability. Swells like crescendos puff my eyes, pride like a river, rushing to crush opposition like a waterfall, the minor chords making major decisions in its direction. My land, roadways of veins, sacred and star-spangled, under siege for eternity. Tied down at the bottom of the river, music like an eraser, using pride to erase away reason for pride. Self-destructing hymn celebrating the self for seeing the self as unprivileged; the self as equal to every other self and every other psalm. A beat that strips all rights to selfishness, all rights to sadness, jealously, anger, even unbridled joy. The beat drums on, ‘you-have-no-right-to-feel-this-way-you-have-no-right-to-feel-this-you-have-no-right-to-feel-you-have-no-right-no-right-no-right.’ Without notice it grew from a murmur to a chant carved in grey-matter walls. Dissenters make their battles on the streets, leave their marks externally, and the rest point their pudgy fingers full of neurons and sing the song; ‘see the destruction when you think you are owed, when you think you have rights, when you ask for more than empty stomachs and starving hearts.’ On the brink of revolution, still holding back, accepting no rights, rocking to the hallow thump-thump-thump of the drum behind my ribcage; yet never satisfied, hopes and battle scars scream lest they be forgotten under a sad hum, fighting to believe someday the right to be, the right to feel, will be validated.
God. Anthems are so heavy and scary. It’s either extremely political or extremely personal, usually on opposite ends of the spectrum. Both equally scary in my opinion. Anthems seem much to me like tattoos. I’m too scared to commit to anything. Too scared to really go for anything that might stain me. Like a belief in something. Like an anthem
It rang out like a fist in the air. A triumphant call to arms. Though the army felt nothing, wanted nothing, and needed nothing but orders, it was custom to play the anthem all the same. Though they were just machines, filled with programs and bits and bobs, it was still considered important. Stray too far from tradition and suddenly the automation became real, and that was bad for moral among the living.
Anthem is a song/poem type thing that recites something.For example the National Anthem is an anthem which is kinda abveous because it is in the name.
Me favorite anthem is party anthem that is a song.that is all I listen to all day long.
When we go to citizenship we sing the nations anthem the Star Spangled Banner.
When I think of the word anthem it reminds me of the song the national anthem that was wrote long ago. The national anthem is still sung today like before games.
The National Anthem is a very proud song in America. It is our freedom song. The dream of America, the hard ships we face, the triumph we gain, is all presented in the national anthem. it is a country wide salute to America.
Each morning at school we do the national anthem. It is very good to do the anthem because it shows you care. If you don’t do it then you should at least try.
We sing the national anthem at citizenship .We sing it to represent of the people in war and are freedom because of them .When I think of the word it makes me thing of how we have freedom and that the people in war gave us freedom.
I like the anthem because it is the national anthem the anthem has a lot of detail
The national anthem is not just a song. The anthem is for our country during the civil war. Have you ever wondered? Well during the war they sang as the bomb and rockets went off. So don’t say that the national anthem is just a song.
A anthem ia a pledge that is used for schools and country’s.
It is like music like the national anthem
Anthem is cool it sounds cool it looks cool to I love anthem
I love anthems. It symbolizes a certain topic through song. My favorite anthem is the National anthem. Anthems are a thing all around the world.
We have and national anthem we sing in the morning and followed by a pledge that we also say.
At school we face the flag and say the national anthem. This is something we do every day in our classroom. We do this daily each day in the morning.
It is like music that’s what it sounds like to me
Anthem is like national anthem like for your state from your president of the untied states. When I think of Anthem I just think of national anthem
An anthem is a song/poem type thing which for example the National Anthem.Everytime I hear the word anthem I think of the National Anthem.
I think of anthem is a food.
When I think of Anthony I think about the national anthem.We sing it every day at school.
Reminds me of The National Anthem.
When I hear the word anthem I think of songs idk why. But I just do. There is a song Anthems and they aren’t real anymore it’s a old song.
Anthem is a national song that other people enjoy from the nations.
As the song played and stadium began to rise, she scanned the crowd. Something was not right. Something had happened. She had seen something but had not gotten a good glimpse at it before she had moved behind the pillar. The high notes of the song soared over the crowd as her heart sank.
I heard the anthem over the roars and cheers. It was faint, but it still struck my heart. It shouldn’t have…I don’t know why it did. Any patriotic feelings I had held for my country vanished over a year ago. But in this moment…my future uncertain as it is, whatever unknown that’s waiting for me on the other side of that wall, has made me nostalgic…
The national anthem played before all the football games. It became something of a tradition. Then, one man refused to stand for it. And others followed him. To protest the way African Americans were treated in the country, I think. And suddenly the national anthem doesn’t play before sporting events anymore. People didn’t even really notice. It’s just the way it always had been
The national anthem blared from the loudspeakers, and when it was finished, Lartiana, our alien leader walked out. She and her two guards had landed on earth a few years ago and had hypnotized most of the people into liking her.
I am constantly wondering what song would become the soundtrack for my current life. What verses and what chords will empower my mood and ambitions for the present moments.
strong, empowering theme of a country or similar organization. should be designed to make others feel unified and strong.
strong, empowering theme of a country or similar organization. should be designed to make others feel unified.
I will not sing our national anthem. You cannot make me do it. The words mean nothing to me as I stare at a flag that melts into red, white, and blue streaks of paint. It all bleeds into the bay, and I am left with nothing but a vague understanding of principles like “freedom” and “liberty,” statements tossed around like a hot potato that people can barely touch. No, I will not sing our anthem, because I don’t feel free or brave.
“Anthem”
That melodic epiphany that floats between the lips of teenagers. The vibrating thrill of your throat-muscle enunciating some symbolic word among a crowd. Life-speak undulating across your tongue like so many separate atoms becoming one. And so you can’t help but sing your own chords against the steady stream of spirit-dance.
The anthem of the broken, is remarkably similar to the whole, just as the ballad of two completely different countries reflect the same empty promises over and over. But looking between the two of them, tossed on such opposing paths, it was hard to tell who was who.
The people sang an anthem that rolled the rage off their tongues. For now it was the only possible way to rebel. Other actions would be planned in due time.
national song of any country. sense of patriotism is created in the hearts of people
lawn mowers humming through
air heavy with sunshine,
phoebe birds and blue jays and chickadees as
an ecstatic harmony,
and in the distance, a baseball game with
low, cheering crowds:
the anthem of summer
Steady drum of thoughts, familiar patterns—safety in predictability. Swells like crescendos puff my eyes, pride like a river, rushing to crush opposition like a waterfall, the minor chords making major decisions in its direction. My land, roadways of veins, sacred and star-spangled, under siege for eternity. Tied down at the bottom of the river, music like an eraser, using pride to erase away reason for pride. Self-destructing hymn celebrating the self for seeing the self as unprivileged; the self as equal to every other self and every other psalm. A beat that strips all rights to selfishness, all rights to sadness, jealously, anger, even unbridled joy. The beat drums on, ‘you-have-no-right-to-feel-this-way-you-have-no-right-to-feel-this-you-have-no-right-to-feel-you-have-no-right-no-right-no-right.’ Without notice it grew from a murmur to a chant carved in grey-matter walls. Dissenters make their battles on the streets, leave their marks externally, and the rest point their pudgy fingers full of neurons and sing the song; ‘see the destruction when you think you are owed, when you think you have rights, when you ask for more than empty stomachs and starving hearts.’ On the brink of revolution, still holding back, accepting no rights, rocking to the hallow thump-thump-thump of the drum behind my ribcage; yet never satisfied, hopes and battle scars scream lest they be forgotten under a sad hum, fighting to believe someday the right to be, the right to feel, will be validated.
God. Anthems are so heavy and scary. It’s either extremely political or extremely personal, usually on opposite ends of the spectrum. Both equally scary in my opinion. Anthems seem much to me like tattoos. I’m too scared to commit to anything. Too scared to really go for anything that might stain me. Like a belief in something. Like an anthem
Bright lights, a shining hope.
A reassuring thought and word.
A mighty voice among a crowd.
All shapes and sizes of a principle.
A belief.
An anthem.
It rang out like a fist in the air. A triumphant call to arms. Though the army felt nothing, wanted nothing, and needed nothing but orders, it was custom to play the anthem all the same. Though they were just machines, filled with programs and bits and bobs, it was still considered important. Stray too far from tradition and suddenly the automation became real, and that was bad for moral among the living.