By Zach Czaia
I'm sorry it wasn't till the end of the year
that I asked you to write about yourselves. You filled pages…
that I asked you to write about yourselves. You filled pages…
Explore Poems: Gratitude
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- By Oladejo Abdullah FeranmiThanks to the clouds on fire, the burning sunset,
and every diminishing as beautiful as time.
Thanks… - By Molly PeacockWhen you looked up and said, “Thank you,” I saw
your gratitude rise over us like rain.
It seemed external… - By Remica Bingham-Rishera man is killed in Mobile, Alabama. It is 1981, nearest what some will call the last lynching in America…
- By Cornelius EadyI’m here
to tell you
an old story.
This
Appears to be
my work.
I live
in the world,
Walk
the streets… - By Rev. Robin G. WhiteThe feel of a much needed hug in a moment of sorrow
An unexpected helping hand from the stranger
The… - By Sharon BridgforthRemember
you are not poor.
Your wealth is Infinite.
It is ever present.
It cycles and circles and ebbs… - By Helene AchanzarI wish I had hiked the frozen hill tonight
for reception, called to tell you I had a good time
hearing… - By Richard BlancoQue será, el café of this holy, incorporated place,
the wild steam of scorched espresso cakes rising… - By Patricia SmithDear ferocious dreamer. Dear maven of song and surveyor of every flung star. Dear meandering romantic…
- By Emily BrontëO transient voyager of heaven!
O silent sign of winter skies!
What adverse wind thy sail has driven… - By Nikki GiovanniThere is a bat
In Chile named
Micronyteris giovanniae
Dr. Robert Baker named it
After me. He discovered… - By Beth Ann Fennellyreveals itself in retrospect. Unlike the first,
whose March arrival bade you gasp, hands clasped,
like… - By Susan BrowneI swim my laps today, slowly, slowly,
reaching my arms out & over, my fleshly oars,
the water silken… - By Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinhayou mean well, but
when I say I hurt when I say some part of
my body hurts and you say oh, did you do … - By Robin BeckerThe desert is butch, she dismisses your illusions
about what might do to make your life
work better,… - By Robin BeckerThink of the fox skins belted to the backs of the dancers
at Santo Domingo Pueblo, a thousand fox skins… - By Janet Loxley LewisAfter the words of the magnificence and doom,
After the vision of the splendor and the fear,
They go… - By Arthur SzeBlue plums in the pewter bowl—
may they wake wet in the earth the wren singing
and cull the sweetest…