Appreciation Poems | Examples of Appreciation Poetry

The day is bright Behind us is the night The sun smiles Kindness in endless piles Trees, flowers and bees alike Our hearts beat to the same strike Yesterday's pains, sharp as a cry Dissolve like the stars when the dawn burns them high!...

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Ode to a Songbird. I listen, in the early hours, to the butcherbird’s song, clear and sonorous above the general throng of morning warblers, entranced by the sound of his mellifluous tones, as though a small flute had got stuck in his throat while he was foraging. Over and over, he repeats his two-part repertoire: a rising riff, a pause, and a descending counterpart,...

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Kehne ko toh Chand keh dun usee.. Kehne ko toh Chand keh dun usee. Par kambakht Chand par bhi daag hai.. Noor kuch esa h uss ajnabi chehre mei.. Ke Noor kuch esa h uss ajnabi chehre mei.. Khud ye chand bhi hairaan hai.....

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nothing appears as this story and that story and when the story involves the me character there may seem a certain pungency~~...

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Come, come, this form of grand Arise, the queen of hurt and can't Towards my love your heart may prance, Farther from whence your pain has danced- Into my arms your silence speaks, Woes sung low of stolen vanity, May we last until death dies out, Forever yet shall we stay soulbound....

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On Growing Older Sometimes my steps are steady, Sometimes my hands shake. Sometimes my memory falters, And I make some sad mistake. Sometimes I hear you talking But I do not understand. Just remember that I love you And I do the best I can. My skin is sagged and wrinkled. I look a little like an Elf. My eyesight's getting hazy, Sometimes I repeat...

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God dispatches two angles for each missile sent in war to recover the souls of those perished He then lets nature clean up the blood with insects and bacteria so the war-torn scenario is blessed It’s too common a sight men, women and children dying in war zones Heavens gates are swayed open with a constant line of new souls carried by the angels When...

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Summer Hiku 37 b u z z i n g b u m b...

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All alone in my later life just my memories and me Reminiscing about my younger years With a lovely cup of tea. Thinking about loved ones who have been and gone. Time has gone so fast has it really been That long. Days slip into weeks and months slip into Years Laughter in happy times and in sadness there were...

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A list of tasks to accomplish before I embrace love again: I envision my mind wandering through expansive fields where patches of grass lie brown. A single wildflower stands out among the scattered pebbles beneath my feet. Memories linger, taunting me alongside the bare trees with their bent trunks. A cool breeze brushes against my face;...

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It was the year of coming into my own. It was the summer I turned fourteen and I was discovering the meaning of freedom. I owned a ghettoblaster and together would take my blanket up the hill to stretch out in an empty field. My horizons had expanded and life seemed full of possibilities. The future was a vast expanse. Not knowing made the...

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He’d stay for a minute and watch the sun. Then disappear like the wind… and then there was none! He’d follow my footsteps in the snow. He’d watch me off to work in the car go. He’d be around at breakfast and tea time and would always get fed. He’d patrol n the nighttime when we were in bed....

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**Ginger Shots** Today, of all days, I find myself dividing my tears into sections. With each moment, each tear, and each snuffle I make, the paper tissues crumble, showing signs of the mishaps in life that surely cannot be mended. Yesterday was your birthday, and today is my revelation about life—my life. Lately, it seems I’ve...

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I sing the praises of Sterilite (even Mary Poppins would tout a plug for said company she would spout forcing playthings scattered helter skelter retreating into their respective bins analogous to a defeated army beating a hasty retreat after a major rout against all odds fighting off the aggressive incursion of a trumpeting lout, which troops use weapon of choice namely breath issuing "Kraut" which in German,...

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I'm not old fashioned I'm just from a time when everything was better ! Tether me with flowers bring me sunshine everyday ! Do not ruffle up my feathers when I'm doing it my way ! Fasten smiles upon me say, "Go ahead, do it your way !" ...

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