Grateful Poems - Poems about Grateful

To each of my children please know I love you. If you weren't my children, I don't know what I'd do. As babies and infants you brought me so much joy. Playing make believe with me as we played with your toys. Though I must admit changing diapers weren't my style. But you each got me through it with your...

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This Father’s day I’m grateful for remembering a truth that’s ironclad… How any man can father a child… but it takes time, energy love and patience for that man to become a Dad. ...

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I'm grateful often not once a year I'm grateful to be able to see and hear I'm grateful to hold my love one's near I'm grateful to have memories i hold dear I'm grateful to my God who gave his only son I'm grateful to have my sins forgiven along with everyone I'm grateful to have someone to call my best...

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Soul, grateful for your presence, in my life; May our love continue to be a source of inspiration? Repeatedly all days and all nights I accept this declaration And joy for each other With thoughts of you With thoughts of you Myself my soul is grateful For your ever-present You’re my love that continues My source of inspiration 6/2/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. Written words...

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In the moonlight she held the amber planet There were crackles but it held hope and love Nothing was broken, it was a seasoned sage A world where moonlight was welcomed Kindness was honored and love was revered The goddess held steady, balancing this world Grateful to be of service...

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To be sung to the tune of Little Red Corvette by Prince Roger Nelson I guess I should’ve known by the way you said, “you’ll get it back real soon” That I’d never see it again See, you’re the kinda person who listens to a tape and quickly loses it Like you might do with men I guess I...

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I am grateful for you Because you are the one That keeps me Alive here on earth Every single And I also know that Life is precious Also I never gamble with my life Once Because I have no right to do that Also I never overdose on my Medication Because that is a dangerous thing To do Yes father I never sleep in during the day Because I feel...

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Jack’s wife is tired of swimming She sits inside their camper in her teddy Nursing a Bud light in a brown bottle Wondering when he will return from his fishing A neighbor friend of her husband stops by Noting how gorgeous her legs are He is embarrassed to see this kind of beauty He looks away quickly She is a casual beauty Unaware of...

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Today I’m grateful for the words ‘I Love You” It matters not who we are…or where… Love is a universal feeling…one all people share. Could the answer be that simple? Could the end of hatred, bigotry and war be to take the words ‘I Love You And pass them around a little more. Not just with our friends and family… with our parents...

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she regurgitates her parent’s philosophy Lives their religious beliefs Spouts their politics Lives with their furniture She has never had to buy a couch or a chair Never had to wonder what her own ideas might be At seventy-six she is grateful She never had to develop an opinion of her own...

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in my life, no more tears, nor sorrow dwells. All my pain has fled~ my joy is now complete. I fear no foe, no problem, I'm truly a great conqueror. My lips full of appreciations. Till eternity, I'll ever give thanks. Why won't I ever be joyful in God? All of my needs in life, He provides. All my heart desires come in full. Good health, He grants...

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The God residing in the sky, Looks at us with pity, But then he is helpless, Against our cruelty's tall and strong fortress. I can see her in pain, But her cries are all in vain, The grief in her heart, Has stuck herself to the pillar of grief. The children who provided you the joy of being a parent, Are thrown into orphanages...

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His arm surrenders around my waist not capture, not lie down but as if, it's his natural instinct to do so and he's no more fighting it His hands lightly cascade down my hair a small admiration a soft sigh he tries to not gain my attention but I know, he loves it whenever my eyes meet his And I like it too, a tad...

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Jerome John Garcia was into smoking reefer as a guitarist his music was in his head so he formed The Grateful Dead ...

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forgetting how good we have it granted in life we take still summer nights are moonlit until the morning wake...

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