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Poem Details | by
arthur vaso |
Categories:
bereavement, dedication, farewell,
One red candle of dying flame
I pour one glass of Bordeaux, into yesterday
A meal for one, as autumn leaves become undone
A sad clown’s face
Reflects back to me
Thanksgiving is lonely
When all your friends are dead
Poem Details | by
Janice Canerdy |
Categories:
bereavement, happiness, holiday, memory,
Sometimes it’s hard to choose one memory
to deem the most significant of all.
Thanksgiving, though, is different. I find
that one by far is sweetest to recall.
Thanksgiving 1999 would be
the final holiday we all would share.
We feasted, talked, and dozed all afternoon.
The next year, there would be one empty chair.
Our dying father wouldn’t make it through
the holidays. Though life would never be
the same, I smile remembering that last
Thanksgiving all the family would see.
Date: November 12, 2019
Contest Title: A Thanksgiving Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Poem Details | by
Kevin Moran |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, boyfriend, child, christian, confusion, courage, dad, dark, faith, father, forgiveness, freedom, god, grief, growing up, happiness, hope, inspirational, jesus, life, love, pain, passion, people, prayer, recovery from..., relationship, religion, religious, sad, spiritual, teen, thank you, thanksgiving,
I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.
Poem Details | by
Diane Lefebvre |
Categories:
bird, farm, grief, humorous, thanksgiving,
Poor Thomas Turkey,
Alone in his pen.
Sits solemn and scared,
For they 'did in' his hen.
They took her off Sunday,
Then snuffed out her life.
And now he's alone,
Cause they've eaten his wife.
Thanksgiving now over,
He preens with relief.
He can muster a gobble,
Along with his grief.
He pecks round his pen,
For some 'scratch' sprinkled there.
Grows quite happy again,
Not remotely aware . .
That Christmas is coming
For family and friend,
And for Christmas, at dinner;
They'll eat turkey again.
© 2015 Diane Lefebvre
Poem Details | by
Smail Poems |
Categories:
adventure, animal, april, autumn, baby, beautiful, beauty, business, caregiving, child, childhood, cowboy-western, dad, dance, dark, death, dedication, devotion, dream, easter, education, faith, family, flower, food, happiness, happy, life, love, miracle, mystery, people, rain, science, seasons, summer, thank you, thanksgiving, tree, tribute, uplifting, work,
Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.
©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013
Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
grief,
My Thanksgiving Haiku
This was Turkey day (5)
And I have heard many say (7)
Tums without delay (5)
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Poem Details | by
Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories:
abuse, adventure, beauty, caregiving, change, dedication, devotion, education, faith, innocence, jealousy, light, love, sympathy, thank you, thanksgiving,
Those pitiless days ’re enough to puzzle the compassionate mind.
A phenomenal gesture, soon sued to have downplayed the legit,
That even the impartial impact was bandit with words.
Not so funny ’re those days
That devils 're clad in bigotry .
And soon ready enough
To poison soups
Meant for the entourage.
Pitiful quill perhaps has taken over this weakening wit.
Now struggles continue.
Exclusive parcels to all the greenery gestures.
Your compassionate touch is well noted
And well felt.
Thank you so much for the deliverance.
Penned by:
Abdulhafeez Oyewole
18/5/2013
Previous contested poem title: 5 Minutes Challenge
For: Russell Sivey's "Complete Your Poem" Contest.
Poem Details | by
Scribbler Of Verses |
Categories:
black african american, christian, courage, death, dedication, dream, education, faith, goodbye, grief, hate, history, home, hope, inspirational, jesus, journey, life, love, memory, metaphor, people, political, prayer, religion, religious, social, spiritual, thank you, thanksgiving, tribute, uplifting, dream, dream,
MLK...
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)
they shot you down
all those years ago
but
your dream lives on
and always will
for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream
there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for
and much, much more
to fight for still
so
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
that
we shall overcome
someday...
(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)
Poem Details | by
Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories:
courage, dedication, devotion, sympathy, thanksgiving,
To be recogonised...
Doesn't mean you are the best
...Now it should be clear.
For you yet to win..
Mustn't stop you from dreaming
...belief in yourself.
Poem Details | by
Virginia Mitchell |
Categories:
bereavement, death, emotions, farewell, feelings, humor, metaphor,
Somber Thanksgiving-
Hospital bedside mourning
The turkey has passed
.
Poem Details | by
Reason A. Poteet |
Categories:
cancer, car, death, jobs, thanksgiving,
acrostic
2 Two family members died this past year.
0 Zero was the amount of my last raise.
1 One car needs new tires, the other new brakes.
5 Five trips to my oncologist since June.
G Gratitude understands that God is near.
R Remembering the still, peaceful waters,
A anyone could acknowledge His blessings.
T Turbulent spheres call for more patient faith - -
I insight into an overgrown forest.
T To give thanks when the terrain is hilly
U underlines our belief that God knows best.
D Deep faith disregards difficulties
E expressing praise for 2015.
posted 6 Jan 2016
Poem Details | by
Kim Merryman |
Categories:
bereavement, cat, grief,
Peace comes in
the morning after
grief has run
its course. The
sorrow of loss gives way to
happy memories.
Memories
bring smiles and laughter,
replacing
tears, healing
the hurting heart. We give thanks
for the years we had.
In honor of our cat, Max. RIP
8/10/16
Shadorma syllable count 3/5/3/3/7/5
Poem Details | by
Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu |
Categories:
angel, celebration, celebrity, courage, dedication, emotions, eulogy, happiness, hope, how i feel, inspiration, inspirational, joy, political, recovery from, smile, social, society, thanksgiving, tribute,
Here stands a fair beauty
Queen with poise and
Dignity.
The daughter of an
Erudite,an erudite herself
One of the three central
Spoke-persons in the
Assembly of law-givers.
The defender of the
Helpless,mother of the
Motherless. As fearless as
A lion,who dared the
Gunners in power,time
Had she spent in jail,
Thrown in by the most
Powerful.
One thought she would
Cower down,yet more
Resolute she became.
For stonewalls do not
Make a prison make.
She still the people's
Mouthpiece.
Champion of war on
Gender in-equality,a
Visionary leader,hope is
Rekindled-hearts rejoice,
Tears of joy pour freely as
She mounts the podium
Of power.
Poem Details | by
arthur vaso |
Categories:
animal, death, imagination, life, me, psychological,
I bought me a fine turkey
Kept her in her pen
That special day was fast approaching
The turkey feared, as smiled the mother hen
To be thankful for so much
Or so little
As I set the table for one
I realized
The futility of it all
So I set the table for two
Me and the turkey
Had a fine time
Gobbling up whiskey
And discussing avian wines
The candles burned to their wicked wicks
Life was up to her usual tricks
I gazed at the Turkey
As she gazed at me
Wondering
Which one of us would be first
To eternity
Poem Details | by
millard lowe |
Categories:
allegory, death of a friend, eulogy, poets, simile, thanksgiving, tribute,
For Dead Poets Who Yet Live
The earth swallowed you—
spitting out seeded words
to linger like dusty books;
pages yellowing on rotting shelves.
Like your blood,
your ink well has dried—died.
Tomorrow
we go in search of mangers—seeking
the resurrected word—crying out.
Old poets—at last—die; but
their words are reborn
in the pregnant minds left behind.
Poem Details | by
Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu |
Categories:
baptism, bible, celebrity, christian, creation, death, devotion, happiness, hope, inspiration, introspection, jesus, metaphor, miracle, religion, sin, thanksgiving, trust,
A demised man without
Jesus is dead.
So also living soul without
Jesus.
Jesus manifested
for purposes,
What purposes?
The hopeless.
to receive hope,
To set the captives free,
Destroying forces
Of darkness.
With thirty pieces;he
Manifested.
Dark forces defeated.
Our sins forgiven,sure
Access to the father.
Breach in Adamic time,
Put in oblivion by lasting
Bridge-
access granted.
His love is lasting.
The death of Jesus!
Lo He has resurrected!
He lives!
Poem Details | by
Balveen Cheema |
Categories:
death, god, thanksgiving,
I thank thee lord for lifting us in your arms when the tide was rough
Tidal waves swept away our loved ones to your celestial heavens
I thank thee lord for lifting us in your arms when the tide was rough
You helped us to face the scouring realities by making us tough
Life could have been worse, but you saved us from its denizens
Fill my cup with more strength for I know the challenges are never enough
I thank thee lord for lifting us in your arms when the tide was rough
Rondelet-Refrain in line 1, 3, 7
Rhyme-a,b,a,a,b,b,a
January 3, 2016
Contest: Giving Thanks For 2015
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Poem Details | by
J.W. Earnings |
Categories:
animal, beauty, death, dedication, faith, freedom, happiness, happy, history, hope, inspirational, life, love, music, nature, pain, passion, peace, religious, thanksgiving, time, uplifting, night, night,
Matzos slip into their mouths
Voices project merrily...tonight is
The night of Unleavened Bread
Lamb and other delicious
Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds
What a splendid night it is!
Wine's brewin' in our wine cups
The dinner table - creates pleasant talk
During this meaningful night
There's moments of quietude
When it comes to de-leavening our lives
But, there's moments of gladness
On this night of peacefulness
Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor
During this night of pure bliss
Poem Details | by
cheryle sanders |
Categories:
death, life, thanksgiving, betrayal,
A shadowy death spider crawls upwards
Grappling at skin, slowly dragging you down
Creating creases with unforgiving feet
Clinging first to chin
No thanksgiving for your turkey neck
Jowls form, limp, sagging, thin
Then the spider slips under your mottling skin
Between joints, dragging heels
Creaking, chiseling, chipping at cartilage
Eating your apple, crumbling your bones
Stealing memories, mocking mobility
Hair turns from black too silver, and then grey
A shadow of the former you
Total bodily betrayal
And a single, one way ticket, to god know where...
Poem Details | by
randy johnson |
Categories:
death, family, friendship, thanksgiving, cousin,
(This is a fictional poem)
My cousin ate a big turkey dinner and he was sleepy because of the Triptovan.
We suffered a great tragedy when we lost this man.
While he was driving, he fell asleep at the wheel.
He had a bad crash and he was killed.
They say he died instantly so maybe he wasn't in any pain.
I used to love Thanksgiving but now it will never again be the same.
Poem Details | by
Janice Canerdy |
Categories:
death, thanksgiving day,
That muffled sound you hear is Susie.
She’s still talking. What a doozie!
At her appointed time to die,
her mouth refused, and that’s no lie.
September 13, 2018, entered in Jesse Rowe's Funny Epitaph Contest
November 16, 2020
entered in Brian Strand's Quat-ro Your Four Line Poetry Contest
Poem Details | by
Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories:
adventure, faith, fear, grief, inspirational, memory, pain, recovery from..., thanksgiving, night, night,
Out of many days of my disturbed life
This year twenty thirteen is a blessing
I have ever seen -a satisfied wish.
I am now free from often fits for life.
In the previous years, I have prayed from
The ruding consciousness and wield disease.
Morning to night fever; morning and night fit:
A half of my age in the midst of storm.
If it is headache, I would say 'normal',
But it is abrupt migraine. When it strikes,
It can make the patient seems like a liar
Before those that know when he is normal.
This migraine is not the usual fair ache,
It's one outlandish momentary freeze-
Freezing brain, closing sight and freezing quill.
'Unorthodox! Isn't it?' was my ache.
31/03/2013
Poem Details | by
connor curtin |
Categories:
america, animal, best friend, cool, crazy, day, death,
THANKSGIVING,THANKSGIVING ALL DAY,MAY YOUR TURKEY BE STUFFED AS A PIG,MAY YOUR STUFFING BE AS TASTY AS CHOCLATE CAKE,MAY YOUR GREEN BEANS BE DELISHOUS. AS CREME PIE.THE TURKEY GOES WOBBLE,WOBBLE. EITH ITS HEAD AND SAYS GOBBLE,GOBBLE EVERYDAY.COUSINS,COUSINS ARE YOU THERE IF YOU ARE LETS GO AND PLAY.LETS GO HUNT FOR A THANKSGIVING DAY.SMELL,SMELL THAT TURKEY EVERYDAY.CAN NOT WAIT FOR THAT THANKSGIVING DAY.AT THE END WE SAY BYE AND WE SAY HAVE A WONDERFUL THANKSGIVING DAY!
Poem Details | by
Tiffany Pham |
Categories:
death, thanks, thanksgiving,
Nice days
Still alive
Eating and eating
I warned you they say
But my brain told me to not listen
My heart told me to listen
Choosing my brain
My heart beating
Worrying about the future
Farmer came
Measuring our weight and fatness
No I say
No
The farmer chose me
I thank everyone
For warning me
My life is over
Poem Details | by
M. L. Kiser |
Categories:
abuse, corruption, dark, death, holiday, thanksgiving, thanksgiving day,
There’s so much that,
has to be answered for by government rats.
Another thanksgiving;
new stories folks will impart to the living.
Kind souls remember the pain,
so felt by indigenous hearts, on the plains.
Greedy conquests, once reined,
in friendship’s cloak so vane.
Of torn apart,
visionaries and their dreams ripped from hearts.
In truth, souls were slaughtered;
numerous hearts were altered,
folks drawn and quartered;
too many native dreams, murdered.