Beautiful Thanks Poems | Examples
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Thanks, this scribe must say,
Grateful we woke up today,
Let's rise with joyful smiles,
God blesses us across the miles,
Seeking God's wisdom, no less,
Trusting divine plan, no stress,
God, hope we can all still pray,
Guide Earth's city of God someday,
Sent us Jesus, holy preacher,
Holy Spirit, our best teacher,
Grace sparks us, staying alive,
Thanks, God, our faith can thrive,
God loves His mortals anyway,
Even when the flock turn away,,
Praising His power, no need to fret,
Thanking awesome God, our best bet.
Sherbet that is coming from lord
We drunk thanks to God
That ocean of power
We passed thanks to God
That opposite mountains
Chestnuts and vineyards
With health and purity
We overcame thanks to God
We were dry became wet
Winged and became bird
Now spouse to each other
We flew thanks to God
To the cities that we reached
To that sincere hearts we touched
To the people, meaning of worship
We scattered thanks to God
Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su
Finally, everything was made possible
From just 'You and I', to 'Groom and Bride'
By our beloved and precious families
We walked the aisle of the church with blessed smiles.
Friends and well-wishers, who always stayed along,
Who prayed and blessed our journey.
Grateful to everyone for being a part of our wonderful story.
For My Darling Sister, My Punky
I gave Him all thanks when she was born,
my sweet event, my newborn, babe sis.
All that she did, did my heart adorn.
Loving her when seven was valued bliss.
I brought Mom warm wash cloths each change time,
and told her when new bottles were prime.
Joy was snuggling her in bed or a chair.
My Elizabeth Jane's skin was fair,
with a cute button nose and eyes sky blue.
Five ten's have passed and my sis' love stays true.
Today I’m grateful for a be filled with beautiful memories…
Memories I’m always happy to revisit for a little while…
Memories that sneak out of my eyes
run down my cheeks
and find their way into smile.
To hands that toil from dawn till night,
In sun's harsh blaze or fading light,
You build the world we proudly see,
With silent strength and dignity.
You mend the roads, you sow the land,
With weathered skin and calloused hands.
Your sweat is ink on history's page,
Your spirit—brave, no gilded cage.
No marble hall, no silver throne,
Can stand without the stone you've thrown.
Each brick you lay, each crop you tend,
Is proof of love that doesn't bend.
You are the heart, the pulse, the flame,
Too long unsung, too often unnamed.
But on this day, we lift you high,
Beneath the flag, beneath the sky.
May justice walk where you have led,
May fair reward meet daily bread.
The world may rest, the rich may play,
Because you rise each breaking day.
For all you've given, all you've done,
For battles lost and victories won,
We thank you now with humbled grace;
The world is better for your place.
Intercepted time in a wind is gone,
traveled through past would it last?
Questions I have asked I've missed
the task to say goodbye, but I have cried,
and also lied, but the deepest regrets
towards my parents like the old bets
have disappeared, I have feared,
I would never see their faces again.
But then all of the tears
have erased all of my fears as
their love like a beautiful dove song
and a King Kong, message was strong.
We love you.
you get home from a work
greeted with a smile
a hug and i'll hold you for a while
i'll ask how it's been
and you'll give me an answer
that's nothing short of true
we'll go to bed
and greet each other in the morning
rather than every blue moon
and i'll smile
knowing i can hold you again
even if it's only for a little while
you'll laugh
and i'll be reminded
how i love you so
talks of getting married
i promise
i won't ever go
you'll say thanks
for me doing a little chore
i'll say thanks
for loving me often
and loving me some more
Do you know what I’m grateful for…
as I begin another beautiful day….
I’m grateful for all the memories
I’ve made along the way.
Poetic Form: Heptastich
I am
Aphrodite...
yielded from sea lather
and reached the shores of Cyprus on
a scallop's shell, symbol
of womanhood
and birth
I am
Aphrodite...
Homer sourced me as a
girl by Zeus and sea nymph, Dione,
and aphrodisiac
had influenced
my name
I am
Aphrodite...
a cause and effect for
incessant eyes aroused crusade
facing our guarded Mount
Olympus high
above
I am
Aphrodite...
unceasing prayers heard
by mere boldness and a taste test
from each sweeten apple
will direct me
to you
I am
Aphrodite...
petitions in the air
float endlessly, plucked graciously
by ivory doves to
be delivered
to me
I am
Aphrodite...
where I will recognize
you daily upon your first glance
into some looking-glass
beholding my
essence
I am
Aphrodite...
Olympian goddess
of love, beauty, procreation
also, satisfaction,
your every need
answered.
People go about their day to day lives
And get caught up in the routine.
They get in a zone, and they forget
That it's a blessing, just to be.
To be alive, and be aware.
To experience emotions, love, hate, and even fear.
To be a part of this cosmic scene.
To be a thinking human being.
In the stillness of morning when dawns light breaks.
A gift bestowed upon us with each breath we take.
To simply exist, to be, to feel.
The spectrum of life. So vivid and real.
In laughters echo, and in silent tears.
Through fleeting days, and endless years.
Each emotion, a brushstroke we command.
Painting our lives, beautiful and grand.
With every breath, another chance.
To shape our path, and circumstance.
Our dreams to chase, our fears to face.
To find our rythem, to find our place.
In loves embrace, or angers flair.
Our trials in life, the burdens we bear.
We hold the power, we hold the key.
Our lives become what we make them to be.
And when we die, and wake from this dream.
And we look back at all we experienced as a human being.
Hopefully we smile, and laugh out loud. As we look back on a life, of which we are proud.
Today I’m thankful for the eagle
who as he or she gracefully takes flight
Reminds us to fly high and keep our goals in sight
And speaking for myself…
I am constantly enthralled…
how the eagle keeps reminding me
It is beautiful to be bald.
Today I’m thankful for my heart and feet…
They make a beautiful team…
And, no matter how old I grow…
I hope my feet continue to take me
all the places
my heart is telling them to go.
Today I’m thankful for peace and love
both are wonderful in ways we can…and cannot see…
Peace and Love are accepting, generous, kind and beautiful…
things war and hate will never be
Today I’m thankful for words and music
and their singularly beautiful goals….
Words are meant to touch our hearts
while music fills our souls.