"thanked" poems
I have never thanked you,
for the conversations.
I have never thanked you,
for the smile.
I have never thanked you,
for asking me how i'm really doing.
I have never thanked you,
for staying alive.
Thank you,
thank you.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
I scream to drown the noise,
And fight to hold my poise
Against this sonic wave
That dismantles and destroys.
This place that I called home…
It’s all that’s left of what I own.
I fear I’m destined to the desert,
Or somewhere desolate to roam.
Tried to convince my brain this wasn’t real –
That lies are all I feel.
I’m not sure why I fear this noise;
There’s nothing left for it to steal.
- - -
Yet, I plug my ears and scream;
Tear the stitching from my seams . . .
I find it difficult to sleep,
And near-impossible to dream.
I scream so hard it makes me sweat,
And my skin begins to gleam
*This heat turns smiles into tears,
Like water into steam*
My head begins to ache.
My hands begin to shake.
If I chose the wrong path,
I made one hell of a mistake.
While my lungs still permit,
I’ll keep their volume set on high,
Lifting my head to the clouds,
To scream at the sky.
I have yet to hear an answer,
And while I’m not much of dancer
I learned some steps from Lady Luck
In hopes to cure me of this cancer.
- - -
Now, I don’t believe in luck –
But she still left me with something . . .
While we danced I took notice;
The noise dulled slightly to a humming.
I looked back to Lady Luck
– and I’m sure this wasn’t just a dream –
But she had vanished to the air,
Like water into steam.
I said “I don’t believe in luck.”
She still left me something, though.
She said:
*“You can’t predict the world –
I assume this much you know…
But if a farmer plants a seed,
In that spot, a plant will grow.”*
One day, my throat gave out.
For no longer, could I shout.
And I don’t believe in luck,
So I was simply left with doubt.
I cursed that lady’s words.
I told myself that she was crazy.
When something caught my eye…
There - at my feet - grew a daisy.
A daisy… In the desert…
So despite how bad my head hurt,
I thanked God for Lady Luck.
I thanked God that I had met her.
The noise I heard was her opposite.
It was the presence of chance.
I've learned the farmer can’t predict the world,
But, as surely as seeds grow into plants . . .
My only choices are my actions.
So, I think I’ll take today to dance.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
Started walking along the path
Where life was leading me
Towards a destination chosen
Not chosen by me
But was willingly following
To a predefined destination
Then I came along a bench
Weary I was travelling
The bench gave me respite
From the grueling march
I inspected the torn soles
As the pebbles were hurting my feet
Bleeding profusely
I thanked the bench
Where I could now rest for the night
Lying on my back
I connected the dots on the night canopy
Slumber took over
Dreams of a new road, I could see
Sleeping off the weariness
I woke up to a new day
The bench which taught me to wait
Another destination chosen by me
Clouds have cleared away
I knew the path to walk along
I was a traveler with purpose
My destination, waiting for me
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
there was a little dolphin he got lost at sea
he miles away from his family
caught up in a storm that was far to strong
took him from the place that he did belong
dolphin he was sad and he began to cry
noticed by a whale who was passing by
dolphin told the whale how he had got lost
and into the storm the dolphin he was tossed
whale he said dont worry i know what to do
i will guide you back to the home that you once knew
whale he led the way to get the dolphin back
when suddenly he saw some dolphins in a pack
he had found the place where dolphin he should be
happy once again with his family
dolphin thanked the whale for all that he had done
and swam of with his family underneath the sun
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
SUN RISES HER UP WITH ITS BRIGHT AMBASSADORS OF MORNING.
SHE STRETCHES HER PETALS SLOWLY
AND GREETS HERSELF IN NAKED FEET WITH A BLOOM OF JOY.
YELLOW TINGLED LIKE A WATERFALL GLITTERING IN SUNLIGHT.
TISSUES KEEP THEMSELVES BUSY,
SERVE HAPPINESS TO THE MAGMATIC BEAUTY OF EACH ERA.
SHE HAS HER OWN UNIVERSE WITH THE SOUL MATE SHE LOVES.
TOIL CONSUMED ALL OIL INSIDE HER,
RELAXATION BRING PLEASURE AFTER A DAY’S JOURNEY OF A DOVE.
SHE THANKED THE ANCIENT FATHER FOR THIS WONDERFUL WORLD.
BEFORE ANOTHER SUNRISE,
SUNFLOWER SLEEPS ANOTHER NIGHT AND LIVES ANOTHER DREAM.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
You've been gone for four months, but it still feels like a dream
I know we weren't related
But you were like the brother, that was there to give me hope with the master pieces you created
I still can't believe it, that you're really gone forever
You'll never leave my playlist
Because you're the reason why I still exist
X, your words will always be in my soul
I'll praise you everyday
And scream your songs till my lungs give out
But there's still something I can't get out of my head
While you were still with us,
I wish I thanked you
For the gift you gave us all
May your legendary name be praised, and be known forever
XXXTentacion
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
BACKGROUND.
I was working at an international airport as a aircraft cleaner, this ment we went on to the planes to clean them before they went on there next flight.
I was the supervisor of a team of 6 that night, so it was my job to go to the aircraft and talk with the number one, (the number one is the head hostess), she told us when we could board the aircraft.
At the door I could see a young girl and a lady, sitting in the front row, I asked the number one if we could board, she told me they are waiting for a wheel chair for the young girl.
The wheel chair did not turn up until after this story.
This is what happened next.
I will pick the story up after my question to the number one.
THE SHORT STORY, OF A TRUE EVENT IN MY LIFE.
I am standing on the aircraft by the young girl and the number one, when I heard the girl say.
MOM! can I see the controls of the plane.
I am not sure if the number one heard this, so I related to her.
She told me she would ask the captain, and left to do so.
I was alone with the girl and the lady, so I spoke to the lady.
Hi i said, where have you come from?
The lady answered, we have been to disney land.
Wow or something like that I said, that must have been fun, the young girl spoke up.
it was, I saw lot of things, Micky Mouse.
I asked the girl her name.
Samantha she said.
At that the number one came back.
And told us, as soon as the wheel chair is here, the captain say you can look at the flight deck.
The young girl said, can I not go now?
I needed to get my cleaning team on the aircraft!
So I said to the number one.
I will carry her to the flight deck if that is ok.
It was agreed.
So I picked up young Samantha, and carried her forward to the flight deck. number one and Lady behind me.
The number one past me, to ask the captain, if this was ok, and it was.
As we entered the captain said, hi my name is John. the young girl said hi my is Samantha, welcome sammy, said the captain.
The co pilot stood up, to give Samantha his seat.
The captain and Sammy talk about the instruments.
The captain still had his head phones around his neck, What are those?
Sammy asked.
That is my contact with the flight controllers he said, can I have a go? Sammy said.
The captain put on his head phone and asked the control tower, and she did have a go.
Then the wheel chair turned up, and the captain was told by the number one.
You must go now Sammy, thank you John she said, I picked her up from the co-pilots seat, thanked the captain, and the co-pilot on the way out, also the number one, and took the girl down the plane, Sammy then asked me.
What is your name?
Paul I said, she then said this to me.
Thank you Paul I will remember that the rest of my life, at this the lady burst into tears, I placed Sammy in the wheel chair and walked with them to the exit.
I asked the lady, why do you cry, she told me that Sammy was dyeing of cancer and he flight was for a cure and a trip to disneyland, but the cure, did not work, and Sammy might be dead within the year.
I cried for about an hour!
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 7:37 AM UTC
As the ripe of night passes by
he lays on his back and looks to the sky.
A bold gaze he holds in his eyes
as he covers hêr gently under the sheets.
Staring in the broad open he thinks
of how all the universe came to be next to him.
His fingers run along from her thigh to cheek
as he counts all the stars reflected from her ivory-hued skin.
A creature delicate,
painted in colors contrary to the night,
seems like she was chosen to be
even long before those stars gave birth to their light.
As morning comes by,
even before the Sun, she illuminates the sky.
He has never seen something so beautiful,
as that slow waking of her eyes.
No other sight in this world could
feed his gaze like that half-woken confused pale face.
And as she whispered, still in her dreams,
he silently laughed and thanked all,
all that stardust throught the years,
for gathering into something so rare,
so rare, he saw only in her wild untamed hair.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
My mother was a writer.
I remember her,
papers spread out upon a bed sheet in the sand,
stacked pebbles protecting her work from the wind
as I made drip-castles at the water's edge
and braided crowns from wild poppies.
I would run to her so she could
rub grape sunscreen into my sandy shoulders
and I asked her once,
“Mama,
is that poetry?”
and she said “No little one,
you are poetry,
this only tries to be.”
and I thanked her,
and ran back to the water
to search for flat stones to skip,
and thought no more of poetry.
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
in the outback of australia lived a kangaroo
helping lots of people thats what he liked to
while hopping through the woods heard a little cry
coming from the wood somewhere near by
he searched a little more to what it could be
then he saw a koala bear stuck up in a tree
the kangaroo jumped up with a mighty bound
save the little bear and took him to the ground
now the bear was safe and rescued from the tree
the little bear was happy and once again was free
he thanked the kangaroo for saving him that day
kangaroo said goodbye and hopped along his way.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 12:09 PM UTC
dear Jackson,
i saw you again today
with her.
i was going to talk to you until she pulled you into a kiss
and so i left it to another day
dear Jackson,
i saw you again with her
but this time she was looking away
and you looking at her, and i wondered
what were you thinking about?
dear Jackson,
she wasnt with you today
so i sat next to you and you told me
you had an argument with her
so i gave my condolences and you said not to worry
dear Jackson,
you were by yourself again today but came to me
you seemed really down and so i offered you strawberry milk
you smiled, and thanked me
i know she hates strawberry milk
dear Jackson,
you were with her again today
smiling this time and laughing
she had a banana milk in her hand as did you
and so i left
dear Jackson,
i didnt see you today
i wondered where you were
as i sat on the bench
drinking my strawberry milk
dear Jackson,
she was screaming at you today and you screamed back
she stormed off leaving you alone
as you sat with head in your hands
and i drank my strawberry milk
dear Jackson,
i gave you another strawberry milk
and you thanked me with a small grin
and we sat there drinking
and enjoying eachothers company
dear Jackson,
you should smile more
it really suits you
its just a shame that today
you smiled because of her
dear Jackson,
there was a strawberry milk in your locker
and she said it was from her
and you accepted it and kissed her
forgetting she hated strawberry milk
dear Jackson,
its been 5 months since weve spoken
and i sit here every day wishing
and drinking my strawberry milk
as you smile together
i was going to talk to you,
but whats the point.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 8:06 AM UTC
Dough making
with flour and water
Salt and butter
Calls for kneading
In ritualistic candor
As parts come together
To an irreversible matter
The soft cushion of dough
between the palm and the bowl
pliable with every push and shove
stretched and compressed
In sheepish conformity
Blistered on skillet
Puffed up to a chapati
Heavens thanked with each bite
For flat bread with savory curry
Fills nostrils with soft aromas-
Relished as heaven on tongue-
One is contented of this flat bread
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
Like sentinels of days gone by
They're silhouettes against the sky
A headstone for those still below
A monument we proudly show
Of times when our tin was the very best
when quality counted not paying less
When the work was hard and the day was long
And the mines were filled by the miners song
Their hymns tell tales of life in the deeps
where darkness surrounds and dampness creeps
where disaster can be just a minute away
and you thanked the lord for every day
For generations all our menfolk
proudly joined the line
never once imagining
that we'd outlast the mine
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 3:12 PM UTC
I stuck chickens in my baggy tie dye shirt
nuzzled on the couch, coffee in hand.
I enjoyed a deep conversation with a willow tree
and asked how it felt about the other species.
I slid cookies in the back pocket of my tattered jeans
before biking through the morning air.
I smiled at old Ted in the nursing home
with a wink, he smiled back.
I dribbled the basketball with the strong scent
of campfire coming from my backyard.
I danced in the shower
the warm droplets falling on my skin.
I smoked in the sparkling cove
with strangers that became my friends.
I flew off the high rocks
and submerged into cold crystal waters.
I looked into those faded blue eyes,
and chuckled cause' we do that.
I balanced on the fallen limb
and hopped up onto the beautiful stump.
I giggled with my sisters
cause' we made some really mean jokes.
I ate spaghetti with my friends,
and laughed so hard we choked.
I tumbled over tree roots
got back up and kept on trailin'.
I thanked God for this life
and he said you're welcome.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
I knew from when I placed my hand
Onto my belly.
I looked up to heaven and thanked God for you.
You weren't in my plan
But now you're the biggest part of it.
And I promise to keep you safe
Until your brave little heart is ready for the world.
And I will welcome you from the darkness,
I will shelter you from all harm.
You're so small now, barely there,
But you are making your mark on me.
Welcome home.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail,
"There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle--will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won' t you, won' t you join the dance?
"You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!"
But the snail replied, "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance--
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.
"What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied.
"There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer is to France--
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?
Will you, won' t you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance ?"
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there nothing left
he says I'm so sorry
as superman eats kryptonite
it burns inside
the pain almost as bad as has been his hole life
but it's familiar
like a face you haven't seen in many years
Lois lane was shot and killed
because superman had loved her dear
and the farm was sold when Jon and Martha ran all out of years
so he sits around and wonders
hanging hollow from his fears
so he looks down at the bottles that have gathered on the floor
and calls up old Lex Luthor in a move to end the war
when he came his nose constrained as the smell of ***** pervaded
supper man gave him a gun
thanked him for the games
he told the tale from his perspective and asked lex to deal the blow
because he new he had worked for it and didn't want to take his goal
so with a bang his life was ended not a word more ever spoke
and to this day the name will still make pore old lex tear up and choke
Dec 31, 2010
Dec 31, 2010 at 3:28 AM UTC
there was once a lobster he live in the seavery blue in color blue as blue can beone day while he was walking he came across a potlying on the seabed inside he had a trothe got into the *** as nosy as can benow he was trapped and no way to get freesuddenly he saw friendly passing topewho saw he was stuck and handed him a ropehe tied it to the *** at the bottom of seathen he pulled it hard now lobster he was freethen he thanked the tope for saving him that daythen the little lobster calmly swam away.
Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 7:27 AM UTC
in the outback of australia lived a kangaroo
helping lots of people thats what he liked to
while hopping through the woods heard a little cry
coming from the wood somewhere near by.
he searched a little more to what it could be
then he saw a koala bear stuck up in a tree
the kangaroo jumped up with a mighty bound
save the little bear and took him to the ground.
now the bear was safe and rescued from the tree
the little bear was happy and once again was free
he thanked the kangaroo for saving him that day
kangaroo said goodbye and hopped along his way
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
there was a little mole a clever chap was he
he lived underground living wild and free
always digging holes every here and there
leaving lots of hills each and every where.
one day he was digging he heard a funny sound
it was very loud underneath the ground
mole he started digging to see where it could be
then he saw a shrew very stuck was he
the little shrew had fallen down a great big hole
now the shrew was trapped poor little soul
the shrew he started crying teardrops down his face
dont worry said the mole i will free you from this place.
mole began to a dig a tunnel underground
he dug for quite a while till way out had been found
shrew he was so happy he was free once more
he was free again just like he was before
shrew he thanked the mole and went along his way
and from great big holes shrew he stayed away
mole he carried on digging underground
still thinks about the shrew and the way out he had found
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
My life was a mess, I grew up with some G's
That's why I am arrogant, I never get down on my knees
I would always pick up a fight with anybody I see
I would always hit them like I sting like a bee
I am a Christian, but I never act like one
People draw me near to God, but I always run
As time goes by, my life just gets worse
Big problems came, and yeah, it's like a curse
I was about to get expelled at school
'Cause all I do is stupid things, I was a fool
When the news came by, I did not really like it,
When my parents heard it, they got very disappointed
They had a conversation with the school principal
After that I was given a chance to stay in the school,
But I could only stay if I would change,
That day I started to think If I could change
I was hopeless, I never knew who could help me,
But then my friend invited me to elevate as a remedy
That day I felt something extraordinary
Then I realize that Jesus was all I need
That day I opened my heart before God
I could tell you right now that He's not a fraud
I was so amazed, I can't believe what's happening
That's why I worship Him, singing and singing
Then, I thanked Him for everything that He has done
When on that day, I felt that my burden was gone
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
there was a teddy bear he had a barbecue
invited all his friends there quite a few
a little fluffy cat and a chimpanzee
a soldier in a uniform very smart was he
there was a little owl and parrot to
gathered all together for the barbecue
teddy did the cooking burgers in a bun
everyone was happy having lots of fun
when the party ended they all went away
and thanked the little bear for such a lovely day
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
How treacherous.
How boring.
It was a time between three and four.
A time between eleven and one.
The pre-emptive witching hour.
The incidental grey area.
My mind was a-buzz.
My thoughts were flashing.
I knew not what they were,
But I was morose and melancholic.
I could not work.
I could not sleep.
I could not think.
Chaos had become my order.
And infinity had become my moment.
Then, there ahead of me,
Stood two women,
Straight and strong.
One was a Siren
The other, a Muse.
I thought hallucinations.
Perceived ideas through a ******* mind.
But alas, they were real.
I touched them and reacted.
Warned against their poison.
Their mercuric tongues.
Their stolen hearts.
Their arachidonic souls.
And their odd Tsavorite eyes.
They walked.
I followed.
Into a labyrinthine hive,
They sauntered.
Nonchalant angels,
Indifferent to my stalk.
In the centre, there lay
An abyss.
They sat on the edge
And beckoned me
Forth.
I accepted, curious, yet cautious.
And through the Song of the Siren,
And the Myth of the Muse,
The blackness beckoned.
I fell, I flew to my mind’s end.
Accepted my descent, unknowingly.
The air was still. The tunnel black.
And I landed softly.
Alone. Safe. Hungry.
So, I walked to the edge.
The Siren waited. Offered her tail
And walked.
Crawled into smoke, was a Rat.
The Siren pointed, then followed
The smoke.
Rat awoke, to run to my foot,
Up my leg and towards my shoulder.
Rat pointed too,
So I walked to the edge
To appear in water.
Glistening and moist
Stood the Muse,
With a smile on her lips.
Again her tail led me,
As Rat jumped to the Muse.
We glided in the water,
Blinded in the dark,
Until we reached a cave, having dodged the rocks.
Inside, I was left,
Save for Rat.
The Muse flew off, a smile on her lips.
Drowning, by my waist, was a rodent. Erinaceous and small.
I lifted it up and placed Hedgehog on the opposite shoulder.
Hedgehog thanked me,
And showed me the way.
A niche in the rock.
We entered, all the same.
On the other side was a bed.
There lied the Siren and the Muse.
Seductive and Bare.
I was pulled forth.
Their tails were strong.
Their tongues were mercury.
Their hearts were stolen.
Their souls were arachidonic.
Their eyes were Tsavorite.
I was poisoned all along.
In vapid lust,
Morose passion,
Melancholic ecstasy,
It ended.
They have left me
Only with Rat and Hedgehog.
Here I will die.
Led to be abused.
All that shall be known
Of my boring and treacherous
Witching hour
Is this story.
I dedicate it to
The Muse,
The Siren,
Who are but one girl.
And to Rat, Hedgehog and me
Who is but one *******
May 30, 2011
May 30, 2011 at 7:44 PM UTC
For answering my call, despite not being free
For staying up late, giving up on your sleep,
For listening to my stories, not batting an eyelid
For singing to me, as I'd welcome my dreams!
For how you'd hold me close amidst friends, and beam
For how you've thanked every waiter who has served us a meal
For that first kiss you planted on my forehead in glee
For wiping my tear which trickled down, after some movie!
For noticing the pimple that caused a blemish on my cheeks -
And yet making me believe that I was still queen!
For how when you hug me and make me daydream
For how your eyes still look at me and brightly gleam!
For the silly misunderstandings on that Valentine's eve,
For the times you forgave and the mistakes you let be -
For respecting my choices and being with me
For the happiness you brought in, as agonies were forced to leave!
For thinking beyond the barriers of caste and creed -
For the patience shown as I kept testing if you would ever flee,
For bringing back faith and offering a love - in which I could believe
For teaching me that as we give back, more in abundance we receive!
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 10:39 AM UTC
She never humoured anyone,
And she never made us small.
She gave our words more meaning
Than we dared and she thanked us;
Not with a word but with the understanding
That was her nature; Born in her
And given to us freely as she felt us worthy.
Another thing taken for granted,
Or to reflect on;
To learn.
She left long before
I flicked through her life in an album;
Before we cried and before I sang to her,
Or for her.
It's not clear anymore.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC