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Famous Short Thanks Poems. Short Thanks Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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by Emily Dickinson

Image of Light Adieu --

 Image of Light, Adieu --
Thanks for the interview --
So long -- so short --
Preceptor of the whole --
Coeval Cardinal --
Impart -- Depart --


by Robert Burns

407. Epigram—Thanks for a National Victory

 YE hypocrites! are these your pranks?
To murder men and give God thanks!
Desist, for shame!—proceed no further;
God won’t accept your thanks for MURTHER


by Robert Burns

387. Epigram on Miss Fontenelle

 SWEET naïveté of feature,
 Simple, wild, enchanting elf,
Not to thee, but thanks to Nature,
 Thou art acting but thyself.


Wert thou awkward, stiff, affected,
 Spurning Nature, torturing art;
Loves and Graces all rejected,
 Then indeed thou’d’st act a part.


by Robert Burns

135. Epigram on Rough Roads

 I’M now arrived—thanks to the gods!—
 Thro’ pathways rough and muddy,
A certain sign that makin roads
 Is no this people’s study:
Altho’ Im not wi’ Scripture cram’d,
 I’m sure the Bible says
That heedless sinners shall be damn’d,
 Unless they mend their ways.


by James Whitcomb Riley

A Parting Guest

 What delightful hosts are they -- 
 Life and Love! 
Lingeringly I turn away, 
 This late hour, yet glad enough 
They have not withheld from me 
 Their high hospitality. 
So, with face lit with delight 
 And all gratitude, I stay 
 Yet to press their hands and say, 
"Thanks. -- So fine a time! Good night."


by The Bible

Galatians 5:1

We have truly been set free
For Christ has redeemed us,
We can walk in His holy power
And know His saving love
May we stand fast in this freedom
Not to be again ensnared
By the heavy yoke we once had borne
When spiritually we were dead
But thanks be to God,
Who has given us the liberty,
Who has resurrected us
To walk in His victory.


Scripture Poem © Copyright Of M.S.Lowndes


by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

III. THE PARIAHS THANKS.

 MIGHTY Brama, now I'll bless thee!

'Tis from thee that worlds proceed!
As my ruler I confess thee,

For of all thou takest heed.

All thy thousand ears thou keepest

Open to each child of earth;
We, 'mongst mortals sunk the deepest,

Have from thee received new birth.

Bear in mind the woman's story,

Who, through grief, divine became;
Now I'll wait to view His glory,

Who omnipotence can claim.

 1821.


by Robert Burns

226. Song—I hae a Wife o’ my Ain

 I HAE a wife of my ain,
 I’ll partake wi’ naebody;
I’ll take Cuckold frae nane,
 I’ll gie Cuckold to naebody.


I hae a penny to spend,
 There—thanks to naebody!
I hae naething to lend,
 I’ll borrow frae naebody.


I am naebody’s lord,
 I’ll be slave to naebody;
I hae a gude braid sword,
 I’ll tak dunts frae naebody.


I’ll be merry and free,
 I’ll be sad for naebody;
Naebody cares for me,
 I care for naebody.


by Coventry Patmore

The Revelation

 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.
Love wakes men, once a lifetime each;
They lift their heavy lids, and look;
And, lo, what one sweet page can teach,
They read with joy, then shut the book.
And some give thanks, and some blaspheme
And most forget; but, either way,
That and the Child's unheeded dream
Is all the light of all their day.


by Carolyn Kizer

A Song for Muriel

 No-one explains me because
There is nothing to explain.
It's all right here
Very clear.
O for my reputations sake
To be difficult and opaque!

No-one explains me because
Though myopic, I see plain.
I just put it down
With a leer and a frown...
Why does it make you sweat?
Is this the thanks I get?

No-one explains me because
There are tears in my bawdy song.
Once I am dead
Something will be said.
How nice I won't be here
To see how they get it wrong.


by Edgar Lee Masters

Perry Zoll

 My thanks, friends of the County Scientific Association,
For this modest boulder,
And its little tablet of bronze.
Twice I tried to join your honored body,
And was rejected,
And when my little brochure
On the intelligence of plants
Began to attract attention
You almost voted me in.
After that I grew beyond the need of you
And your recognition.
Yet I do not reject your memorial stone,
Seeing that I should, in so doing,
Deprive you of honor to yourselves.