Spring Thank You Poems | Spring Thank Poems About You

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Details | Free verse |

''Now I Am Free''

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame--I have always lived; but when 
I am touched by your kindness, O Rosa,

Now I am free!

I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without 
the love and compassion I finally know in the rich 
lovingkindnesses of your heart, O Rosa!

They set me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a young flower
hanging breathless and exposed in the first, rainy
sunbeams of life a great evil--the menacing hostility
of a dark, soulless figure spilling over with 
hatred--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly and horrible assaults
as his unwilling property, a child-gladiator in the arenas
of his constant abuse and 
intimidation.

But when I know your forgiveness and now recognize your tender-
ness and compassion as unearned gifts meant for 
me   

despite my childish self-loathing 
and my unworthiness

I feel the love and self-esteem denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

white 
and defenseless.

O Rosa! Because you finally arrived in my life and rescued me--now I am free!
Free from my years as an abused prisoner in the arena of his constant
abuse and attacks,

able to bloom like a young flower hanging breathless
and exposed in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of life again!

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2012


Details | I do not know? |

My Madness, Me

My Madness, Me...


Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.


Still, I am, 

I am,

and I am unchained,

my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,

swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,

soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,

me...


Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

RIVER BANK COTTAGE

River Bank Cottage...............

There are days within my life thus far, 
I would gladly leave behind. 
Though the day we saw this lovely place, 
Will never leave my mind. 

River Bank Cottage, is up for sale, 
Was the sign we saw that day. 
And what I saw before my eyes, 
Truly took my breath away. 

Ivy covered window-sills, 
Tulips by a stream. 
Water that sparkled like cold champagne, 
Befitting any dream. 

Crocus in abundance, 
And the daff's bright endless glow. 
An old dishevelled watermill, 
Where the silent waters flow. 

Hearing cuckoos in the distance, 
Scents of spring-time on the breeze. 
The untamed shadows from the sun, 
Danced among the willow trees. 

Heaven on earth we saw that day, 
Happiness so true. 
I knew this place before our eyes, 
Was meant for me and you..........

Copyright © Leighton Rees | Year Posted 2014


Details | I do not know? |

Your Whisper

You whispered in my ear,
a breathy secret, hushed.

“I love you”, you murmured.

I said nothing,
lost, in your arms,
I found a home. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
I said nothing,
lost in my thoughts,
I found peace. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
words failed me then.

They still do.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Grateful Blossoms

The special things that you have done
in humbleness and love,
The words you shared, the pleasures spared,
to help me when I called,
The sacrifices offered up in your selfless way
reveal a true servant's heart that I cannot repay.

But if I could plant a "Thank-You" tree
to blossom grateful leaves,
I'd plant it in your own front yard
for the things you've done for me.
Throughout the years you'd know each Spring
as the leaves blew in the wind,

That I remain forever thankful
for you, my trusted friend.

Copyright © Polly Strouse | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Thank you lord

Just sitting out in our quiet garden,
Basking in the warmth of the sun,
Then this poem simply just begun.
I listened to the birds , 
How delightful they sing.
I thank you Lord, 
For everything.
I await the coolness of night, 
The stars in the heavens ever so bright.
Then the golden glow of the coming dawn,
Another day breaks as I awake and yawn.
Once again I hear the birds, how they sing.
Once again , I thank you Lord. 
For everything.

© Dave Timperley, Spring 2016

Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2016