Thanks Poems | Poems That Say Thank You

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    The White Feather Poem by Ernestine Northover

    A pure white feather floats silently towards the ground.
    As it lands, I pick it up,
    and rest it gently in the palm of my hand.

    Perhaps it’s a delicate fragment from an Angel’s wing,
    possibly, a token of heavenly love,
    or maybe, I see it as my own delight in a gentle white feather.

    But as my eyes alight on this fragile plume,
    my spirit lifts,
    and I have a feeling
    that my Guardian Angel is near me,
    and is ever watchful.

    I believe this perception will always stay with me,
    and each time I glimpse a pure white feather
    I will offer thanks to my
    imperceivable protector.

     

     

    A Nature Lover’s Diary Poem by omar ibrahim

    i love the river between the banks
    beshrew a drinker who doesn’t give thanks

    i love the breeze hitting my face
    it’s from my God, a very huge grace

    i love the culver flying free
    holding a branch of an olive tree

    i love the sun of a shiny day
    throwing on my flower a pure, yellow ray

    i love the penguin standing on the ice
    i love the cat chasing the the mice

    i love the nature.it’s beautiful and great
    beshrew a beholder who doesn’t meditate

     

     

    . I Can’T Stop Loving Her! (Dark Poem by Eyan Desir

    Behind her doors, live a pool of joy.
    Whiles smiles cover our face
    A mist of confusion
    Awaits at our gates
    After days of gladness
    The bitterness of love kicks in
    Like hungry dogs we fight!
    Spitting words that can break a heart!
    Like branches we fall apart
    Her memories torture my head
    Loneliness keeps creeping in
    Whiles love sucks the air I breathe
    My mind finds it difficult
    To erase her sweet memories
    Enough my heart surrenders!
    I’m back knocking on her doors.

     

     

    Again Thanks-I-Am-Giving~~~~~(Ghazal) Poem by Susan Williams

    In my life there is room after room of good things
    my man is one room for whom thanks-I-am-giving.
    .
    I do not know what good seeds I have been sowing
    but for not reaping from my bad deeds thanks-I-am-giving.
    .
    Every day my life kite through the sky is tripping
    and through good times and bad times is zipping but thanks-I-am-giving.
    .
    The morning breeze a brand new essence is bringing
    and blessings like flowers are budding and blooming and thanks-I-am giving.
    .
    When adventure comes a-horseback and hoofbeats are reigning
    then the hills are ringing and singing with thanks-I-am-giving.

     

     

    If I Weep Poem by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

    If I weep, if I come with excuses, my beloved puts cotton wool in his ears.
    Every cruelty which he commits becomes him, every cruelty which he commits I endure.
    If he accounts me nonexistent, I account his tyranny generosity.
    The cure of the ache of my heart is the ache for him; how shall I not surrender my heart to his ache?
    Only then are glory and respect mine, when his glorious love renders me contemptible.
    Only then does the vine of my body become wine, when the wine-presser stamps on me and spurns me underfoot.
    I yield my soul like grapes under the trampling, that my secret heart may make merry,
    Though the grapes weep only blood, for I am vexed with this cruelty and tyranny.
    He who pounds upon me puts cotton wool in his ears saying, “I do not press unwittingly.
    If you disbelieve, you are excusable, but I am the Abu’l Hikam [the expert] in this affair.
    When you burst under the labor of my feet, then you will render much thanks to me.”

     

     

    Thank You Dad (Father Father Father Father) Poem by Udiah (witness to Yah)

    Dad,
    A great many thanks for all you have done
    Without you my life would not have begun
    You have been there when I most needed you
    You have helped to guide me my whole life through
    We have shared both the good times and the bad
    But most of all, thank you for being my dad
    I love you

     

     

    A Mountain Speaks Poem by James B. Earley

    That distant valley
    Far below
    Was I…as a child
    ……..Eons ago

    I’ve known great happiness
    Shared…such strife
    As that of the dinosaur
    Struggling for life

    From a simple existence
    I’ve seen Man grow
    In the scheme of evolution
    I’ll watch……him go

    I question……my being
    Invariably…I find
    …..A mere speck of sand
    On……God’s beach…of time

    Author’s note: The poem addresses Mt. Tamalpais, geographically to the immediate north of San Francisco’s Golden Gate Bridge. (The Mountain is sometimes known as ‘The Sleeping Maiden, ‘ of Native American legend.) From my home, overlooking the northeastern perimeter of San Francisco Bay, I am blessed with a spectacular panorama of this magnificent creation! Viewing the Mountain, north to south, one can imagine the figure of a reclining female with an abundance……of long…flowing hair.

    During periods of intense reflection, considering the Mountain….its splendor…its circumstance…its aggregate history…its future…its reticent humility…and the arrogant juxtaposition of Mankind, I often wondered, should the Mountain speak…What would it have to say? This work is the manifestation of untold hours of meditative thought…….a spiritual rendition of extraordinary…..time….and place!

    Thanks to Rani Turton……whose observation was the catalyst inspiring the author’s remark….

     

     

    I Have A Fire For You In My Mouth Poem by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

    I have a fire for you in my mouth, but I have a hundred seals
    on my tongue.
    The flames which I have in my heart would make one mouth-
    ful of both worlds.
    Though the entire world should pass away, without the world
    I possess the kingdom of a hundred worlds.
    Caravans which are loaded with sugar I have in motion for
    the Egypt of nonexistence.
    The drunkenness of love makes me unaware whether I have
    profit of loss therefrom.
    The body’s eye was scattering pearls because of love, till now
    I have a pearl-scattering soul.
    I am not housebound, for like Jesus I have a home in the fourth
    Heaven.
    Thanks be to Him who gives soul to the body; if the soul
    should depart, yet I have the soul of the soul.
    Seek from me that which Shams-e Tabrizi has bestowed, for
    I have the same.

     

     

    Birthday, Birthday, Happy Birthday Poem by Udiah (witness to Yah)

    This is a very special day
    Your friendship has filled my life far beyond what words can say
    I give thanks to the Lord for sending you my way
    That’s why we celebrate today
    Happy Birthday!

     

    Let These Be Your Desires

    Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself
    But if your love and must needs have desires,
    Let these be your desires:

    To melt and be like a running brook
    That sings its melody to the night.
    To know the pain of too much tenderness.
    To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
    And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
    To wake at dawn with a winged heart
    And give thanks for another day of loving;
    To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
    To return home at eventide with gratitude;
    And then to sleep with a prayer
    For the beloved in your heart
    And a song of praise upon your lips.