Thanksgiving poems are written by amateurs as well as renowned poets. These poems depict the beauty of thanksgiving. The story, its importance, origin is weaved in the form of a beautiful poem. Convey your heart felt emotions to your near and dear ones through them. Some of the poems are as follows:
Poem 1 T’was the night of Thanksgiving, But I just couldn’t sleep. I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep. The leftovers beckoned, The dark meat and white. But I fought the temptation, With all of my might. Tossing and turning, with anticipation. The thought of a snack became infatuation. So I raced to the kitchen, Flung open the door, And gazed at the fridge, Full of goodies galore. I gobbled up turkey, And buttered potatoes, Pickles and carrots, Beans and tomatoes. I felt myself swelling, So plump and so round. ‘til all of a sudden, I rose off the ground. I crashed through the ceiling, Floating into the sky, With a mouthful of pudding, And a handful of pie. But I managed to yell As I soared past the trees Happy eating to all, Pass the cranberries, please!! May your stuffing be tasty May your turkey be plump. May your potatoes and gravy Have nary a lump. May your yams be delicious, May your pies take the prize And May your Thanksgiving dinner Stay off of your thighs! by Lauren ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Poem 2 T is for the trust the pilgrims had so many years ago H is for the harvest the settlers learnt to grow A is for America, the land in which we live N is for nature and beauty which she gives K is for kindness, gentle words, thoughtful deeds S is for smiles, the sunshine everyone needs G is for gratitude... our blessings big and small I is for ideas, letting wisdom grow tall V is for voices, singing, laughing, always caring I is for Indians, who taught them about sharing N is for neighbors, across the street, over the sea G is for giving of myself to make a better me by Judith.A. Lindberg ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Poem 3 A Thanksgiving Poem. The tear another's tears bring forth, The sigh which answers sigh, The pulse that beats at other's woes, E'en though our own be nigh,
A balm to bathe the wounded heart Where sorrow's hand hath lain, The link divine from soul to soul That makes us one in pain,
Sweet sympathy, benignant ray, Light of the soul doth shine; In it is human nature givin A touch of the divine. Unknown ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Poem 4 The Little Pilgrim Cranberries dripping down my chin Have stained my pilgrim suit. I ate too much Thanksgiving day But I don't give a hoot.
I slurped a pile of dressing, Gobbled down a turkey thigh, Dribbled messy cranberries Devoured some pumpkin pie.
Within me on this special day It's a thankful heart that beats. For all the things that I enjoy But mainly for the eats. Unknown ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Poem 5 Thankful Week before Thanksgiving, I limp around real strange. Huddle in the corner, As though I have the mange. All the other turkeys, Just gobble, gobble on. I'm silent, and I act As if my gobbler's gone. Everyone is thankful On Thanksgiving Day. Friday it's forgotten. You all go on your way. I know what thankful is So listen when I say. "It's great to be a turkey, After Thanksgiving Day." Unknown ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Poem 6 The Pilgrims Came The Pilgrims came across the sea, And never thought of you and me; And yet it's very strange the way We think of them Thanksgiving Day. We tell their story old and true Of how they sailed across the blue, And found a new land to be free And built their homes quite near the sea. The people think that they were sad, And grave; I'm sure that they were glad - They made Thanksgiving Day - that's fun - We thank the Pilgrims every one! by Annette Wynne ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Poem 7 It's That Time, Again The days are getting shorter now. I feel a snow flake on my brow. The leaves are crackling as I run, The squirrels' searching almost done. The turkey's restless in the pen, Oh! No! I see my breath again! It makes a person take a pause And think about old Santa Claus!!! Unknown ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Poem 8 The Pilgrims In the year of 1620 on a cold Decembre day a hundred and two pilgrims sailed into Plymouth Bay. Still wary from their voyage - still gacing winter's chill - they kept their sights on freedom with courage, work, and will. Pilgrims did not stop to think of riches, fame, or glory while bravely playing starring roles in our new nation's story by Bobbi Katz ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Poem 9 Thanksgiving Time When all the leaves are off the boughs, And nuts and apples gathered in, And cornstalks waiting for the cows, And pumpkins safe in barn and bin, Then Mother says, "My children dear, The fields are brown, and autumn flies; Thanksgiving Day is very near, And we must make thanksgiving pies!" Author Unknown. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Poem 10 Thanksgiving The year has turned its circle, The seasons come and go. The harvest all is gathered in And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures, The fields, their yellow grain, So open wide the doorway --- Thanksgiving comes again! Old Rhyme. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Poem 11 The First Thanksgiving When the Pilgrims first gathered together to share with their Indian friends in the mild autumn air, they lifted the voices in jubilant praise for the bread on the table, the berries and maize, for field and for forest, for turkey and deer, for the bountiful crops they were blessed with that year. They were thankful for these as they feasted away, and as they were thankful we're thankful today. Unknown ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Poem 12 Giving Thanks For the hay and the corn and the wheat that is reaped, For the labor well done, and the barns that are heaped, For the sun and the dew and the sweet honeycomb, For the rose and the song and the harvest brought home -- Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!
For the trade and the skill and the wealth in our land, For the cunning and strength of the workingman's hand, For the good that our artists and poets have taught, For the friendship that hope and affection have brought -- Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!
For the homes that with purest affection are blest, For the season of plenty and well-deserved rest, For our country extending from sea unto sea; The land that is known as the "Land of the Free" -- Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving! Author Unknown