Best Thanks Poems

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
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Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be l
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I'll tell you something: every day
people are dying. And that's just the beginning.
Every day, in funeral homes, new widows are born,
new orphans. They sit with their hands folded,
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Snow fell in the night.
At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish
mounded softness where
the Honda was. Cat fed and coffee made,
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Lest we forget
Those who were blinded
So that we may see
Lest we forget
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Skin remembers how long the years grow
when skin is not touched, a gray tunnel
of singleness, feather lost from the tail
of a bird, swirling onto a step,
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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
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The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest,
And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest;
Air slumbers--wave with wave no longer strives,
Only a heaving of the deep survives,
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Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself
But if your love and must needs have desires,
Let these be your desires:
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I have a fire for you in my mouth, but I have a hundred seals
on my tongue.
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That distant valley
Far below
Was I...as a child
........Eons ago
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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
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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?
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In my life there is room after room of good things
my man is one room for whom thanks-I-am-giving.
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I do not know what good seeds I have been sowing
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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.
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Behind her doors, live a pool of joy.
Whiles smiles cover our face
A mist of confusion
Awaits at our gates
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I close my windows, my doors and for you a trap I left in WHICH you will be caught,
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I thought upon the elderly
And whispered a prayer,
Giving thanks to God
For their sojourn here.
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i love the river between the banks
beshrew a drinker who doesn't give thanks

i love the breeze hitting my face
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Though I am down and bear a frown
Because words of sword are always painful
And rejection is always sorrowful.
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Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
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I can't remember,
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This is in answer to Ron Atkinsons poem 'Ernestine'.

Now look here Prof, I never expected such a super write.
But what you've done I reckon, is pretty 'down right' polite,
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Says I to my Missis: "Ba goom, lass! you've something I see, on your mind."
Says she: "You are right, Sam, I've something. It 'appens it's on me be'ind.
A Boil as 'ud make Job jealous. It 'urts me no end when I sit."
Says I: "Go to 'ospittel, Missis. They might 'ave to coot it a bit."
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ONE god created the world
TWO eyes to read the word

THREE daughters for king Lear
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So I go
…..smile all of friend and foe.
.….the time has come to depart
…..be off a must that do us part.
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Along the road the magpies walk
with hands in pockets, left and right.
They tilt their heads, and stroll and talk.
In their well-fitted black and white.
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Your friend is one who answers to your needs:
the field you sow with love, and reap with thanks;
you seek him for your peace, to hear his heart;
and when he's silent - still his heart you hear:
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O Lord Creator
Today I give thanks
For so much in life:
Two eyes witnessing
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Christmas is coming
We will buy presents galore
The bailiffs might call.
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AD M. T. CICERONEM.
CATUL EP. 50.

Disertissime Romuli nepotum,
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Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?--
He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men,
Saw The Wide Prospect, and the Asian Fen,
And Tmolus hill, and Smyrna bay, though blind.
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thanks for all who commented and thanks for who inspired me,

who let it be from Top 500 poems
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In that top corner of the house
A cobweb swaying in breeze
What made the breeze become the wind
A foul play..it blew butting blind
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What delightful hosts are they --
   Life and Love!
Lingeringly I turn away,
   This late hour, yet glad enough
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Oh! Goddess of knowledge and wisdom!
Many born with me have no source
To pursue education with resource
Which I am blessed thanks to my parents
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(Didicated to the great one who said to me Hang there my little kitten)
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Hi guys..
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Nothing exists as a block
and cannot be parceled up.
So if nothing's ventured
it's not just talk;
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Before the Lord we bow, the God Who reigns above,
And rules the world below, boundless in power and love.
Our thanks we bring in joy and praise, our hearts we raise
To Heaven's high King.
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I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
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Having a new friend in our
land,
To her, we extend our hand.
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Contemplation, searching for my soul
Silence encompassing all
Alone but not in solitude
Silence giving fortitude
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Wonderful words given to me
By other poets sharing their gift for others to see.
Words of hope... and healing too
Then words of such sadness. That You just wish you could touch
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I love sensual women and not passionate ones. A passionate woman closes her eyes, moans and shouts and the enjoyment of a passionate woman is blind.

A passionate woman writhes about, grabs you with her hands without looking where, clasps you, kisses you, even bites you and hurries to reach her climax as soon as she can. She has no time to display her sexual organs, no time to examine, touch with the hand and kiss your sexual organs, she is in such a hurry to slake her passion. Having slaked her passion, the passionate woman will fall asleep. The sexual organs of a passionate woman are dry. A passionate woman is always in some way or another mannish.
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The Jumbo Jet has barely shuddered off
The ground, and I'm depressed. My scuba mask
And fins, my fly rod and beach hat
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An emotional moment
For there in the mail
Was a bundle of cards
All..wishing me well
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Like a virgin to love
I felt a miracle for the first time
As your presence touched my life
You gave my heart joy it never had
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"Do you give thanks for this? -- or that?"
No, God be thanked
I am not grateful
In that cold, calculating way, with blessing ranked
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In my life there is room after room of good things
my man is one room for whom thanks-I-am-giving.
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For the gladness here where the sun is shining at evening on the weeds at the river,
Our prayer of thanks.

For the laughter of children who tumble barefooted and bareheaded in the summer grass,
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I chanced upon a new book yesterday;
I opened it, and, where my finger lay
'Twixt page and uncut page, these words I read -
Some six or seven at most - and learned thereby
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From earth's furthest corner
To the closest leaves
Love glues the gap between
Two hearts upon a branch
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~ Infinite ~ ‘I Am’! ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
June 28,2010.
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Where Poetry blooms like flowers,
Where Poetry shines like stars,
Where Poetry flies with wings of joy!
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How can my Muse want subject to invent
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
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I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little near the prison-wall
To hear my music in its louder parts
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Thou, who the verdant plain dost traverse here
While Thames among his willows from thy view
Retires; O stranger, stay thee, and the scene
Around contemplate well. This is the place
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When I found myself dead in my dream
I was of 41 only and 64 is yours
You were happy enough to
Find a way for remaining crowned till '41
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A mother's love is never faltering.
A mother's love is never halting.
A mother's judgement is never erring.
A mother's dream is to supply all needs.
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Just a word of sincere thanks
To a friend I met on PH
One to whom I owe a huge debt
Not of the current toxic variety
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I like the rotation of its lovely wings
Looks as if three beautiful maids
Opaque costume becoming transparent
Thanks for the naught, you naughty blades!
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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-
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Take my shirt off
and go in there to do puja ?
No thanks.
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he is the inspiration
to my every creation
Concerning my life and education
he helps me move every cloud
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Today is the day
I wanted so much to say
Thanks for the tears
Thanks for the fears
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O My Lord, Your dwelling places are lovely
Your Presence is manifest, not in mystery.
My dream brought me to the Temple of God
And I praised its delightful servants,
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On their deaths lies 46 dreadful tales
From their blood emerged boiling ire of revenge
Eyes on fire, multiple grinding teeth of tigers
Hearts ripped apart from their lost of kin
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My thankfulness for the sacred text
you have engraved on my obelisk

The hieroglyphics carved means so much
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So, Calchas, on the sacred Palatine,
You thought of Mopsus, and o'er wastes of sea
A flower brought your message. I divine
(Through my deep art) the kindly mockery
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The lovely things that I have watched unthinking,
Unknowing, day by day,
That their soft dyes have steeped my soul in colour
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Feather.

Feather white feather bright
fell from angels wing tonight
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I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little near the prison-wall
To hear my music in its louder parts
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Sunset and silence! A man: around him earth savage, earth broken;
Beside him two horses -- a plough!
Earth savage, earth broken, the brutes, the dawn man there in the sunset,
And the Plough that is twin to the Sword, that is founder of cities!
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You know what, ?
Birds are a flock of blabbermouths.
All it takes to set them off is the sun rising.
I mean, gees, get over it, you birdbrains,
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my Freedom, my Freedom
you saved me
you tore my chain
you detached the knots
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Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be,
And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet,
Tempers her words to trampling horses' feet
More oft than to a chamber melody.
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he sees beautiful things
eyes open wide...

he sings properly
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I have no idea, where you both are now,
But wherever you are, in Spirit or Body,
I wish to acknowledge, all that you have bestowed,
Beautiful memories for me, with fond remembrance!
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It was a dark night, full of fights, as if the sun will never rise
The bullets were passing beside me, but I couldn't realize
All the people were afraid, , I was trying to resist anywise
The voice of freedom rose high in the souls of the arise
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Thanks for beautiful blue skies
Thanks for fragrant air silently filling the garden
Thanks for colorful fall leaves
Swirling and dancing through air even in their demise
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O Lord Creator
Today I give thanks
For so much in life:
Two eyes witnessing
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An idle poet, here and there,
Looks around him; but, for all the rest,
The world, unfathomably fair,
Is duller than a witling's jest.
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Like the cool breeze form the sea
You touch my heart and mind
You caress my body to sooth me
Thanks very much being so kind
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Your heart is fine feeling the widest
possible empathy for the day and its inhabitants
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I still believe
That the rain will not stop
Until i have found you
Waiting to be kissed
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I've lost my path so many times
And fell down to the ground
I've been the queen of fools
And was trapped by the weakness' sound
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PEACE ON EARTH

The beautiful green deciduous tree
In the center of our living room
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Gripping the lectern, rocking it, searching
the faces for the souls, for signs of heartfelt
mindfulness at work, I thought, as I recited
words I wrote in tears: instead of tears,
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when i opened my eyes you were there with me
you took me in your hands
your eyes were sparkling
then you said to God
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Once poetry was only
For the educated
And the few
But how times
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Am overwhelmed with guilt, you see,
Due to paucity of time, my deadlines
Thought you alone will understand,
I axed your name off the do list.
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Here with you
I feel at ease
Like my heart is full
And my life is complete
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[ INSPIRED BY POET INDIRA RENGANATHAN'S 'A NIGHT MEANS..THANKS MAM]

i wonder
..why this wonderful life
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above
the croissant of new moon
dipped in the milky foam of clouds
below
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March gone, I return April washed, ready
For writing once more, my exciting dreams
Needing a pen nudge me, with steady
Muse again daily, poetic scheming
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I don’t need your anger
or your hate
and I sure don’t need your temper
I have my own
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I meet you with my poems.
This acquaintance wouldn't
have been possible
had not my poems reached you
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Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart

Death is a feeling of permanent sadness and pain
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