Children Thanksgiving Poems | Examples
These Children Thanksgiving poems are examples of Thanksgiving poems about Children. These are the best examples of Thanksgiving Children poems written by international poets.
OF DRIED AND TIRED SEEDS
Having failed
To turn
Our vineyard
Into a graveyard
Of raisins in sun,
They now
Seek to pluck away,
Ripe black plums
To grave the soil
With wrinkled,
Laden prunes:-
(Guess
they
failed
the
watermeleon
lesson):
Earthly green;
Blood-red flesh;
Multiple black seeds:-
Indeed, we are
Children of
The Father
Of the sun
And the Son:
Fertilized
And energized
By the
Cosmic spirit–
Resurrecting
Generations
Of dried
And tried seeds–
Germinating
Liberated
Blooming
Freedom flowers
In the sun:
Bouqueting
Thanks
To the
Son:-
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO UNCLES
When our father died,
You uncles became “Daddies”:
We, foster children:-
Our children called you Grandpa;
Theirs know you as Great Grandpa:-
Glory be to God,
For you Josephs, in our lives:
Blessed we have been!
Happy Father’s Day, Uncles:
Uncle BO and Uncle DENNIS!
We blessed Lowe children–
Lou, Norma, “Deac” and Sula–
Praise God for you two:-
You and your labors of love,
Today, we share happy tears of love:-
Remember your Creator before the cord of silver is snapped, or the bowl of gold smashed, or the jar by the spring broken or the wheel at the cistern crushed.
You MUST be a Life Long Learner, or you may forget your goals God has designed you to do here on this earth.
Cast your bread upon the waters, for you will find it after many days. Let's hope and pray is on clear waters.
Getting old (older) is a gift from God, and IF you follow His plan you will receive His reward, not as the world gives, but as He gives.
The bless of the Lord, it makes one rich and He adds no sorrow with it, to the glory of God.
Boundless blessings unto thee,
Upon Thanksgiving,
With light encompassing all thou may'st see!
Set delightful victuals upon thy long table.
May thy astral kin be in accord
To share remembrances,
Pondering heavenly ancestors,
Recounting the past,
Whilst dreaming of the future
With star-spangled UFOs soaring through the sky,
Reaching cosmic heights,
And stellar pumpkin pies gleaming with cranberry sauces;
See all those victuals that fashion forethought!
May thy fortune be galactic;
may thy celestial children keep faith;
may our astral future bear a noble state!
Every year, people of a humble community living in the 88th Street of Bangkulasi are gathered inside a church. And each year, eighty-eight candles are being litted by children with disability, kids with less than ten fingers and very few assisted kids with no natural fingers at all.
One purpose of lighting the candles is for Thanksgiving. And again on or before Christmas Day before the end of the year.
There are eighty-eight sticks in a standard piano -- 88 tones being played and heard by churchgoers, participants and volunteers as they sing the church hymns.
The eighty-eight litted candles can represent many other things, depending on how people see and interpret things around them.
One child asked the priest, "Of all numbers, why '88' ?"
With praises and thanksgiving to God, the Giver of gifts, I am expressing my gratefulness for the gift of Poetry Soup lifetime premium membership that has been bestowed upon me this day. Thanks likewise to the vessel used by the Lord as a channel of blessing to serve as my benefactor. This is indeed an answered prayer as I have been a member of this poetry site since April 9, 2018. Moreover, this endowment is surely an evidence of faith that claims God's assurance, asserted in Jeremiah 33:3, “Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.”
gift midst love showers
on poetic avenue~~~
exalts GOD, the Source
January 22, 2023
We monthly meet
To pray and eat
Once children, small
Now several feet
Some rich, some poor
It matters not
Irrelevance of
What we've got
In worldly stuff
Our wealth not mired
My comrade content
Is love inspired
At table share
Our lives in full
Our seasons vibrant
Sometimes just dull
To glasses raise
These humans dear
My heart is full
So glad you're here
As life unfolds
Both up and down
This friendship king
Has earned it's crown
A church gifted fifty turkey dinners to our students’ families.
One family was given two boxes of produce, meat and desserts.
Because they had seven children, and their parents were out of work.
They were appreciative, and lavished thanks on us.
One mother refused to come by the school to pick their box up.
A teacher drove an hour out of her way to deliver turkey, stuffing, pies,
We discovered later that the children did not receive this dinner.
“It would have been too much work” the mother told them.
Working in a grade school teaches us a new lesson daily.
Beloved
May our Father upon Awakening
Saturate His children us
with glorious wonderful joy peace and love
Celebrate this new day so
May His blessings and favor fall upon us all ever long
Always
11/13/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
A Sea Shanty!
Mother call your children home,
put them in their beds.
Tell them stories of better times,
and try to fill their heads.
Give them dreams of yesterday,
and promises for tomorrow,
but bless them, Lord, as they sleep,
and take away their sorrow.
Jeff the crewman, singing at the wheel of the Maid...
heading for the Island of Edinburgh, home of Zirconia
good morning reader of these words
do you know you're very worthy
very important
and though you may not know me
we are all family
with one Father
so love and peace fellow Children of the most High
fellow Children of God
read on, write on, write on, write on
Blessed Morning
2/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Children have gone, house settling down;
sitting and sifting through memories found.
How quickly life passes--a grandma now
I wish I could reverse the clock somehow.
I didn't know how quickly they would grow
into their own lives--a world I don't know.
November 28, 2021
Bite Size Poem No. 28 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
First Place!
For life, and health, and strength
I give thanks this Thanksgiving Day
For the ability to think clearly --
At my age a tremendous blessing,
I am so grateful, for I have friends
To whom age has not been kind,
I think of folks who are homeless
Especially children who are hungry,
And I say a word of thanks for plenty
As I donate to my local food bank.
I am thankful that I live in America
Where life has been so good to me,
And, of course, I thank the Father
For my salvation given so freely.
SIXTH PLACE WINNER
written November 10, 2021
for "Thanksgiving Blessings" poetry contest
sponsored by Regina McIntosh
As we say grace around this table
sadly some are just not able
to fold their paws, to bow their head
repeat the words as they are said
and yet with reverence here they sit
just happy to be part of it.
A sip of tea, a muffin crumb
some jelly licked off of a thumb
a simple time shared with a friend
it could become a yearly trend.
/Rhyming Me A Poem 2 Poetry Contest
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©10/28/2021
Enjoying the noise
Ongoing laughter and joy
Standing in his place
Dad says a heartfelt prayer
Thankful his children are home
October 27, 2021
Name of contest: A Thanksgiving Tanka