Thanksgiving Poems
Thanksgiving
by Thornton Burgess
Thanksgiving comes but once a year,
But when it comes it brings good cheer.
For in my storehouse on this day
Are piles of good things hid away.
Each day I've worked from early morn
To gather acorns, nuts, and corn,
Till now I've plenty and to spare
Without a worry or a care.
So light of heart the whole day long,
I'll sing a glad Thanksgiving song.
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First Thanksgiving
by Margaret Hillert
If I had been a Pilgrim child
Among the fields and forests wild
Where deer and turkey used to roam,
A cabin would have been my home
With fireplace and earthen floor
And bearskins hanging at the door.
I would have gathered berries bright
For candles fragrantly alight,
And dug for clams and picked the corn
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Thankfully Blessed Again
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Absolutely blessed, Christ delivers everything,
fervent gratefulness, habitually induced, joyous
knowledgeable love, magenta nebulous omnipresence,
prayer, quietude, reflection, sacred Thanksgiving,
undying veneration, with xenismos yearly zest!
The Culture of Glass
by Thylias Moss
Columbo's eye, Peter Falk's indivisible
from the other's vitreous dupe that he can pocket,
rub into, off of, and shine the crystal eyeball after
it subs in a game of table pool. Oh yeah!
The future of fortunes is manufactured revelation
of a snow globe: when the right someone gets his hands
on such a world, that world is shaken to pieces, the glass
is tapped in the aquarium, semitransparent arowanas remain
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Ode to a Vengeful God
by Samuel Cody
The cool breeze gently winnowed fields of grain, as dusk crept upon the earth.
And in the wake of that timorous gale, a foggy rime was set; in all its churning meandering girth.
The skittering scratching cry of flint harshly put to steel,
Harmonized with the squeaking pedal of a grinding wheel.
This somber dirge was all that whispered upon that fateful gale.
The ominous warning now was sung.
And not a word was uttered by the restless gaggle.
Not a screech or squawk; neither cluck nor cackle.
Priests consoled their acolytes, and mothers comforted their children.
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24/11/2022
by Marra Makinen
Nobody owes me anything
In this great big place
We call Earth
Not a single person
Owes me a thing
I'm not nihilistic
But sometimes I find myself feeling
Like the lives we bear
Don't have much meaning at all-
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Thankfully Blessed Again
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Absolutely blessed, Christ delivers everything,
fervent gratefulness, habitually induced, joyous
knowledgeable love, magenta nebulous omnipresence,
prayer, quietude, reflection, sacred Thanksgiving,
undying veneration, with xenismos yearly zest!
Hues of Thanksgiving
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
colored leaves fall down
inside food warmth and laughter
a pause for prayer
it's time squirrels cached walnuts
it's autumn's pretty party
Ode to a Vengeful God
by Samuel Cody
The cool breeze gently winnowed fields of grain, as dusk crept upon the earth.
And in the wake of that timorous gale, a foggy rime was set; in all its churning meandering girth.
The skittering scratching cry of flint harshly put to steel,
Harmonized with the squeaking pedal of a grinding wheel.
This somber dirge was all that whispered upon that fateful gale.
The ominous warning now was sung.
And not a word was uttered by the restless gaggle.
Not a screech or squawk; neither cluck nor cackle.
Priests consoled their acolytes, and mothers comforted their children.
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I Went Hungry on Thanksgiving
by Jack Prelutsky
I was hungry on Thanksgiving
But I couldn't eat a thing
I couldn't eat a drumstick
And I couldn't eat a wing
I couldn't have the pickles
Or the gravy covered rice
The pumpkin pie was luscious
But I couldn't have a slice
I was starving for some stuffing
Or a tasty yellow yam
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Thornton Burgess (1 poem about Thanksgiving)
Thornton W. Burgess] (1874 - 1965 / Sandwich, Massachusetts -
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