Poetry Brings Gratitude

Description: Poets take their time to write pieces of work just for people to enjoy, just like how people make sweets, poets like to see smiles on faces. The faces will smile, and realize just how special poetry is. These poems will make you realize, and fill you with warmth. (Unless you already realized.)

Synopsis: Poetry is a piece of work, it is beauty that will bring happiness to the people who read it.

Theme: Gratitude

A List of Praises By Anne Porter

I'm Thankful For.... By Rose Limongi

For the Fallen By Laurence Binyon

Starfish By Eleanor Lerman

Thanks By W. S. Merwin

The Routine Things Around the House By Stephen Dunn

Two Countries By Naomi Shihab Nye

Rain Like Hail

Clouds shift in groups

just like they move continuously

They suddenly fade to black

and fill the whole sky

They kill the sunlight

and puddles form with the rain

Rain bangs on the roof

just like hail chips parts of it

The sound of thunder

booming through rows of houses

Darkness fills the sky

while we stay at home

waiting for the clouds to clear up

and once again feel the sunshine on our skin

Shame in the Dark

The moon shines the brightest when you're happy, and becomes dim when you're down. The moon will consider your feelings, and change according to them.

When people forgive you, your feelings instantly change, or when you forgive people. You shine with glitter, and you are covered in a distant glow of light-proof of a gift.

Initially I was disappointed in my brother for giving me a dollar in public, and then telling his friend's parents.

Lowering my head in shame after my brother told me, oh how shameful I was. Also showing how disappointed I was in my brother.

Internally I bled, I bled from shame and anger. How could he do that? Just seeing his face agitated me.

Going against me was what he was doing, he was declaring war! Making me look bad just because he felt like it.

"How nice of your sister to bring your backpack for you." The parents said after my brother told them that I brought it. Like the speed of light, he retorted saying he had to pay me.

The shame was eating me alive, but I have to live with it. Luckily when my brother told them, they ended up laughing, so its not that bad.

Literature

Lights in my head flicking on and off when I was thinking of what to write for my tanka. Though it didn't make sense, I still felt good about my work.

Intentionally I finished my homework before my dad got home. I called my dad with a little black device I held in my tired hands.

Tough hands smacked me on my face, it was wrong to ask my very busy father to buy me some glue.

Even though he had a busy day he took some of his valuable time to buy me supplies for school, I could tell he really cared.

Reptile scales rubbed against my arms called guilt, perhaps I shouldn't have asked him I thought to myself.

Adults always think best for the ones they love, especially parents. They will fight and eat with you.

Tough love is a combo with sweet love. When you receive one you get the other as well.

Utter darkness will befall you sometimes, but with the help of everyone around you, it will pass like the wind.

Ruts will come and go just like the sun: the sun will rise as will it fall.

Eventually you will move on with your life, keep living...keep living like there's no tomorrow.

People come and go

Summer is that time again

Memories, fights, hugs, laughter

They fade in your memory

Until you paint them once more

Sunsets

Space and life passes by quickly

Under the bright white droplet

Nights will set an alarm for dawn to come

Spirits will flow in your thoughts with eyelids shut

Entirely to clear a mind of knowledge

Truth be told with eyes closed and open

Smiles pass by the faces of those who encounter the time of drowsiness

Photos

Photos are memories

Hopeful memories

Only those who appreciate

Them will remember

Others will try

Somehow they cannot

They can try

However will not succeed

Enter the photo world

Reading how to remember

Eternity reviewing photos

Another Day of the Week

Broken words fill the mornings as people laugh.

Almost everyone is tired, regretting waking up early.

Longings for the day where everyone is happy, Friday.

Bothering ourselves to go to our lockers, or to climb the steep mountain-like stairs.

Opportunities come and pass by as we walk to classes with friends by our sides.

At the end of the day people shout and scream to friends. Another day of the week, is complete.

People

Parents will be by your side. Friends will laugh with you. Family and friends gather to bond. Parents and friends are similar, but are unique in many ways.

Others will have thoughts, smartness, kindness, loneliness, happiness. The things that everyone feels. If you make a mistake, make it up. People forgive, and forget. For the sake of your friendship.

Emotions that everyone feels, nothing can change that. Emotions prove you have a heart, and everyone has a heart. Emotions will show your self-esteem, and how you really feel.

Total darkness came over me, my body felt heavy while weighting me down after just taking a Spanish test. My friends, waiting at the lunch table chatting among themselves.

Rough times come, but with the people, friends and family around you. It will fade as you have fun, it will disappear as others encourage you. They encouraged me that I had done okay. Even if I kept saying I failed, they would not accept that.

Yellow irises will bloom, as does your relationship. People will stick up for you, stay by your side, and never leave you. Where I am now, that is how I feel. They are similar, but totally unique.

Bugging People

Parents try their best to please their children, even if you cry, they comfort you by saying stern things, when you're down, they'll ask whats wrong, they are just as important as friends. Even if you bug them, they will forgive you, no matter what you do, they will forgive you. They might get mad, but inside they love you, remember that.

Opportunities will come, and they will encourage you to do what you want, they might pressure you to do what they think is best for you. I bug my parents, and I know it. They know it, but they still do not mind. I bug my dad, I but my mom, and sometimes when I feel like it I bug my brother. (So much fun to bug my brother.)

"Enough waiting! When will my blackberry case be here? Where are my new games? Where is the stuff?" My brother and I bug my parents the most, but mostly me. At home I'm still childish, I ask my dad when he calls to check, I ask him if he has my stuff, and most of the time he doesn't. But he tries to reassure me that my stuff will be coming soon, he comforts me.

Totally comforting, they comfort and love. What more could they possibly give you? Is it money? Is it belongings in their will? What? What is it? When they're alive, take advantage of that, and spend time with them. Its just like people say, you don't know what you have, until its gone. I realized when my grandfather died, so don't be like me. I barely talked to him, I barely got to see him, until we were called to go to his funeral. It was too late.

Returning to the world of hope, I bug my mom to make my lunch, to fill water bottle, to prepare for what I am to lazy to. I know its not right, that it shouldn't be done, but its just the way I am...and they love me for it. Even if I bug them I still love them, even if I don't want to watch a family movie today, I might tomorrow. Even if I don't appreciate them enough today, there is always tomorrow to appreciate them.

Yelling meaningless because my brother called me stupid. He always does, and complains to my parents because he can't "beat" me up. He bugs them too, but just doesn't realize how hard it is for our parents, no matter what fights can be made up, people forget and forgive, people can love and love. Its just what humans do.