Famous Short Thank You Poems

Famous Short Thank You Poems. Short Thank You Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Thank You short poems

Learning  

I'm learning to say thank you.
And I'm learning to say please.
And I'm learning to use Kleenex,
Not my sweater, when I sneeze.
And I'm learning not to dribble.
And I'm learning not to slurp.
And I'm learning (though it sometimes really hurts me)
Not to burp.
And I'm learning to chew softer
When I eat corn on the cob.
And I'm learning that it's much
Much easier to be a slob.

The Cow  

 Thank you, pretty cow, that made
Pleasant milk to soak my bread, 
Every day and every night, 
Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.
 

Do not chew the hemlock rank,
Growing on the weedy bank; 
But the yellow cowslips eat; 
They perhaps will make it sweet.
 

Where the purple violet grows,
Where the bubbling water flows, 
Where the grass is fresh and fine, 
Pretty cow, go there to dine.

Send Me A Leaf  

 Send me a leaf, but from a bush
That grows at least one half hour
Away from your house, then
You must go and will be strong, and I
Thank you for the pretty leaf.

Farewell and Thanksgiving  

 Whatever I have left unsaid
When I am dead
O'muse forgive me.

You were always there, 
like light, like air.

Those great good things
of which the least bird sings,
So why not I?
Yet thank you even then,
Sweet muse, Amen.

Church Music  

 Sweetest of sweets, I thank you: when displeasure
Did through my body wound my mind,
You took me thence, and in your house of pleasure
A dainty lodging me assigned.


Now I in you without a body move,
Rising and falling with your wings:
We both together sweetly live and love,
Yet say sometimes, "God help poor Kings".


Comfort, I'll die; for if you post from me
Sure I shall do so, and much more:
But if I travel in your company,
You know the way to heaven's door.

Muskaan — A Poem  

 When she smiles she sends happiness
A million pleasant thrills of the heart
To parched souls thirsting for love 
In the vast desert of human affairs.


Oh, is there in this world such a heart?
So pure in its expression of joy, smiles
I know not how to thank you dear God
For this wonderful creation of yours.


What makes Muskan’s smile so beautiful?
Is it the deep pain and hurt she is hiding?
Wringing the joys from the sadness of life
Throwing away the bland fiber and rinds.

If I shouldnt be alive  

 If I shouldn't be alive
When the Robins come,
Give the one in Red Cravat,
A Memorial crumb.


If I couldn't thank you,
Being fast asleep,
You will know I'm trying
Why my Granite lip!

Shall We Go A-Shearing?  

"Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?"
"Speak a little louder, sir, I am very thick of hearing.
"
"Old woman, old woman, shall I kiss you dearly?"
"Thank you, kind sir, I hear you very clearly.
"

TO SIR CLIPSBY CREW  

 Since to the country first I came,
I have lost my former flame;
And, methinks, I not inherit,
As I did, my ravish'd spirit.

If I write a verse or two,
'Tis with very much ado;
In regard I want that wine
Which should conjure up a line.

Yet, though now of Muse bereft,
I have still the manners left
For to thank you, noble sir,
For those gifts you do confer
Upon him, who only can
Be in prose a grateful man.

Pussy-Cat By The Fire  

Pussy-cat sits by the fire;
    How can she be fair?
In walks the little dog;
    Says: "Pussy, are you there?
How do you do, Mistress Pussy?
    Mistress Pussy, how d'ye do?"
"I thank you kindly, little dog,
    I fare as well as you!"