Best Thank Youpeople Poems
I find myself irritated
Almost everyday
I wish people would leave me alone
And finally just get out of my way
This pressure is building up in me
I fear it’s going to burst
I try to release these feelings
That way no one will get hurt
But every time I relax
Seems someone new is on my back
This train is on a certain course
And it’s beginning to come off the tracks
So I submit all of these poems
In hopes that it will help
But this rage is too controlling
It’s a feeling that I’ve never felt
For I will forever fight longer
And try and remain calm
But if this pressure gets stronger
Then it will surely go off like a bomb
For when this bomb goes off
I hope and pray no one’s around
Especially the people I love
If so a new person will be found
A person full of rage and disappointment
A person who is no longer loved
Someone who was once looked up too
Had admirers but now has none
So I will try and diffuse this bomb
My bomb of rage and misery
With my thoughts and kind words
I believe you call this poetry
But I give my thanks
To all the great poets
On Poetry Soup.com
You deserve it and you know it
For lending me your eyes and ears
And especially all of your hearts
I thank you all for listening
And for that this bomb won’t blow apart
Do you want to hear a story, perhaps an anecdote or two . . .
There is a place to do it, when life caves in on you.
There is a group of people who share their lives today . . .
I found them only by happy circumstance, as I was traveling this way.
They get together once a month, to tell tales of their past . . .
Each one in their particular way have stories that will last.
Each one could talk for hours on end, and there would be no lulls . . .
For the times and places they have been, are etched upon their souls.
Their pleasure in remembering is a joy to all who hear . . .
We like to listen to the tales they tell, they give us all a cheer.
The lives they have led, the people they've known, the places they've been to . . .
Are celebrated with us each month, as if we'd been there too.
The moments in time that in our hasty lives, we often will forget . . .
Are cherished now as memories, especially the ones we seem to fret.
Memories, I know, are not for us alone and need to be shared . . .
Even the ones we don't want to think on, the ones that made us scared.
The stories they share with us are not just a reason for rhyme . . .
But I wanted each of them to know, how much I enjoy this time.
Because of them, I have remembered so many things of my own past . . .
Times that I'd forgotten, but have come back to me at last.
The darkest corners of memory are brightened by their chat . . .
I, for one, know I will always be grateful for that.
Our thought are put in new perspective - even the darkest ones we save . . .
But however dark and grim they are, as memories they behave.
To all the MEMORY MAKERS present and past who grace us all this way . . .
This rhyme is for you, "Thank You" for sharing your lives with us, past, present, and today.