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Sun Thanksgiving Poems | Sun Poems About Thanksgiving

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Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The sun and the moon

the Sun and the moon

two loyal fellows
have never met each other
the sun and the moon
are showing off
their charm

new day has come!
new day has come!

sweetest greeting 
of the brightest sun 
shines and smiles
uncover the curtain of a new day
cease the flounder
welcome the wonder

beautiful nightfall 
has turned up with peace !

admire the milky moon face
gleam with its beauty
of sparkling stars

for they have never known
each others‘ grandeur
let’s sing a morning hymn
and a night carol
to let them know
how we admire them all

~ Sukmawati Komala~

Copyright © Sukmawati Komala

Details | Prose Poetry | |

One More Thanksgiving

The Snow Camelia hedge row is in full bloom. Lovely white as newly fallen snow against waxy dark emerald green.  The sun broke the horizon in a pastel pink but very swiftly turned to a clear horizon.  The area where the sun ball rises is a golden glow. Thank you God for a chance to live another day and another Thanksgiving.  Now surrounded by sounds_crows, roosters, and a bird sound that is just chir-rup really mimics a cricket but not.  The cold is penetrating saying go inside escape the cold go to a warm place. Once again God thanks for a warm place to go and its comfort.  The ambrosia needs to be made, getting breakfast, and four people need to get ready. The sun is touching the top of the trees and duty calls come..

Copyright © Sara Kendrick

Details | ABC | |

Could be

 I wake up before the sun from a cozy bed

I walk outside and feel the crisp autumn chill

So I put a stocking cap on my head


I walk through the back yard

heading for the woods

doing something city boy

only wish they could


I arrive at my stand

and check the direction of the breeze

before I climb up ole faithful

a dying, dark barked maple tree

I make myself comfortable

as the sun stretches its arms 

for the sky

producing iridescent colors

I live for the outdoor

and that's one of the reasons why


Not far behind me a freshly cut field of hay

in front endless rows of cornstalks fill the way


I begin to think of a tradition

My son and I on thanksgiving day.

he is still here with me

even though last November he passed away


I start hearing cars doors shut

its coming from over the hill

carrying an aroma of cinnamon

It's my favorite! Pumpkin pie

Justin, I'll be back, But for now Goodbye

Copyright © C.J. dont have one