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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,

Thanksgiving 1999 Thanks

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,

Fallen Victim

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,

A Tale Of Two Turkeys

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,


The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: grief,

My Thanksgiving Haiku

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,

Melancholy Mood, Last Less

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


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 - 1929 - 1968

(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)

they shot you down
all those years ago


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

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
we shall overcome

(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)

Poem Details | by Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories: courage, dedication, devotion, sympathy, thanksgiving,

A Cue

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,

A Sad Thanksgiving Senryu

Somber Thanksgiving- Hospital bedside mourning The turkey has passed

Poem Details | by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: cancer, car, death, jobs, thanksgiving,

Gratitude 2015


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,

From Sorrow to Thanksgiving - a shadorma

Peace comes in
the morning after
grief has run
its course. The
sorrow of loss gives way to
happy memories.

bring smiles and laughter,
tears, healing
the hurting heart. We give thanks
for the years we had.

In honor of our cat, Max.  RIP
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,

Paragon Of Excellence

Here stands a fair beauty 
Queen with poise and 
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 
One thought she would 
Cower down,yet more 
Resolute she became.
For stonewalls do not 
Make a prison make.
She still the people's 
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
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 That Yet Live

 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.

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,

The Bridged Breach

A demised man without
Jesus is dead.
So also living soul without
Jesus manifested
for purposes,
What purposes?
The hopeless.                 
to receive hope,
To set the captives free,
Destroying forces 
Of darkness.
With thirty pieces;he
Dark forces defeated.
Our sins forgiven,sure
Access to the father.
Breach in Adamic time,
Put in oblivion by lasting
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,

The Tide Was Rough

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
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,

The Night of Unleavened Bread

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,

Dead on Thanksgiving

(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,

Susie, Please Stop Talking

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,

My sinister fits

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. 


Poem Details | by connor curtin |
Categories: america, animal, best friend, cool, crazy, day, death,

Thanksgiving poem


Poem Details | by Tiffany Pham |
Categories: death, thanks, thanksgiving,

Life as Turkeys

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
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.