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Thanksgiving Nature Poems | Nature Poems About Thanksgiving

These Thanksgiving Nature poems are examples of Nature poems about Thanksgiving. These are the best examples of Thanksgiving Nature poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Free verse |

My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


Details | Free verse |

Thanksgiving Family Tradition

My sons eyes opened wide, 

when I pulled on the slide,

 on the airplanes opening door partition, 

I had took the time, 

without being sublime,

 to explain the Reith Family's Thanksgiving tradition, 

Maybe he had thought it pure jest,

 his bulging eyes processed, 

as his parachute opened, he wore a look of derision,

 His body had spun, 

his look registered stunned, 

like this was some kind of unreasonable decision,

 It was expected of the youngest born,

 before Thanksgiving morn, 

to bring back from the nearest forest, a bird,

 after a mighty and fierce war, 

with piles of blood spilled galore, 

he registered a look,

 that I mistook, 

as if my demands were patently absurd, 

After the last desperate howl, 

of the game but defeated fowl, 

he would drag the beast back to where we were living, 

and as hard as he was able, 

slam it down on the dinner table,

 and holler loudly, "To all a  Happy Thanksgiving"!


Details | Rhyme |

Rowdy Racecar

ZOOOOOOOMING speedily…
Tires squeaking from exhaust… high in volume 
Racecar spews out smoke…
Blinding the eyes of a thousand fans

Blooming havoc…
Explosions avalanche downwards 
Racecar drives fast and furiously 
Awesome feelings launch through me
Projecting panic and twisted bliss  

Catching the audience’s full attention…
Tension between challengers increase
Who could stand in their way… not even the coaches
Racecar screeches on the racing street…
Ain’t this competition neat? Come! Take a seat!
This event is brilliant – it’s such a treat!

Producing thrill or disappointment…
Car organs, fragments, shards, remains, limbs, veins 
Spurts out in flames… flying at every possible direction 
Countless racecars… barely functions – this scene is extremely horrendous!

Yet, the victories are gracious!
Vibrant applauses and thanksgiving triggers enlightening cheer
Have no fear!!! 
The moment is ever so precious!

Racecar…you make so much racket and suspense!
Rowdiness is in your nature…who will pay the expense??


Details | Light Poetry |

Harvest Bounties

The time of great bounty is upon us
soon the ripe laden fields will be picked 
the crops gathered, harvest finished
a time of rejoicing, of work well done   

Celebrate the cycles, season after season
watch the children's happy laughing faces
as they carry oh so carefully orange candles
a gift to thank mother nature for her bounties

All too soon the nights draw in, frosty is the air
a reminder winter's on her way, all now laid bare


Details | Light Poetry |

Seeing seasons

I'm thankful, for the dew resting on the mountain tops and the deep rivers of the valleys.

I'm thankful, for you putting the trees in place and for the birds that nest there.

Thank you Lord, for the changing of seasons and for the way clouds represent this.

Thank you Lord, that when i stop and wonder along the way. I become more thankful for all 
you have created and the overwhelming beauty of it all.


Details | I do not know? |

Early Morning in the Country

EARLY MORNING IN THE COUNTRY


			The smell of fresh brewed coffee
			The sound of bacon slowly sizzling in the pan
			And the heady aroma it creates
			Homemade biscuits in the oven
			Sending the scent of their baking
			Into the far corners of every room in the house
			A bottle of cane syrup 
			Made the old fashioned way on Thanksgiving Day
			Freshly churned butter for the biscuits once they're done
			Mourning doves cooing to each other
			Twelve sparrows jockeying for positions
			On the nine available perches on the feeder
			The sun slowly beginning to peep over the horizon
			As if testing the day to see if it's time to rise and shine
			Its rays scattering sunbeams through the winter foliage
			The frost slowly, almost reluctantly, beginning to melt
			Young squirrels scurrying around 
			Under the centuries old oak tree, searching for acorns
			No concrete and steel buildings
			No jostling crowds
			No cabs, buses, or honking horns
			No exhaust fumes
			Just me and God and His creation
			As He shows me His handiwork
			Ah! The beauty, joy, peace, and tranquility
			Of early morning in the country


	Curtis Moorman
	1 February 2010


Details | Sonnet |

Soonn Un

Emirabitur- Shall Admire

There you are the wind of my lone chamber
When I set to keep all mine from ember
And drop where constructs are most eminent,
Where meditativeness is prominent.
Long lost be me, if not for lunar moon
Descend light that fights random hours of groan.
I will for sure unveil silence abode
Where monstrous would have forsaken off-board. 
Let’s believe I have found and learnt the muse
The muse which unimpaired and un-abuse;
And fetch, outstretch, inform and un-slumber,
That which eyes will see and bless good comment:
Less of déjà vu and more of neo-pan,
That the rooftops will sit and grant accord.

Friday February 28, 2014


Details | I do not know? |

Assured to shore

Lord make my light shine,
illuminating Your glory
wich doesn't dwindle in the dark
and is the joy thats set before me.
In this lifes uncertain seas
be the wind set in my sail,
be my compass and my anchor,
for You love me without fail
so I know You'd never wreck me
on this course that You are mapping
or allow me to be plundered,
sunk ,or stranded without captain.

No! I shall not be afraid
wether tempest or high tide
for as sure as You are with me
joy and peace in me abide
so my faith is in Your guidance,
not a storm You cannot still.
So direct me with instruction
I choose Your purpose and Your will.

Even when cloud and dark cover
ever confident I'll be
my soul shall look to its lover
who will ever walk with me.


Details | Free verse |

The Night of Unleavened Bread

Matzos slip into their mouths
Voices project merrily...tonight is
The night of Unleavened Bread

Lamb and other delicious
Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds 
What a splendid night it is!

Wine's brewin' in our wine cups
The dinner table - creates pleasant talk 
During this meaningful night

There's moments of quietude 
When it comes to de-leavening our lives
But, there's moments of gladness

On this night of peacefulness
Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor 
During this night of pure bliss


Details | I do not know? |

Autumn

Autumn is the perfect time of the year.
Turning of clocks one hour is here.

The foliage is so many different colors.
Red, orange and tan leaves drift down 
on to the ground.

The tree branches are bare, because
underneath the trees, leafs lay, awaiting
to be raked away.

A colorful collage of dried flowers,
leaves, berries, and gourds, makes a 
gorgeous wreath for your door.

Pumpkins are gathered with care,
in hopes of being a Halloween scare. 

Pies are made from the pumpkins
insides for a Thanksgiving feast
that will be eat.

Harvested cornstalks makes 
fathershalks to decorate 
your lawn. While the corn
feeds a many number of
farms. 

Squirrels scatter about gathering
acorns for a long winters nap.
With other animals eating a lot 
of food to hibernate.

When you wake up to a cold
frosted morning. You will
know for sure that autumn
is here.




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