5 Poems About Gratitude | Short Poems About Gratitude

Poems About Gratitude. Whether you're navigating through challenges or celebrating successes, embracing a grateful mindset can enrich your life and foster a deeper sense of happiness and contentment. Read below some of the Poems About Gratitude-

Boundless Thanks

In quiet moments, when the world is still, I pause to reflect, my heart to fill. With words unspoken, yet deeply true, This verse is my gift, my thanks to you. For in your presence, warmth I find, A gentle touch, a kindred mind. You gave me light when darkness fell, A beacon bright, my guiding bell. Through trials faced, and storms endured, Your steadfast heart, my soul assured. In laughter shared and tears we cried, You stood by me, my faithful guide. The smallest acts, your caring ways, Transform my nights, enrich my days. A simple smile, a thoughtful deed, You met my every unvoiced need. With every dawn and setting sun, Know in my heart, you are the one Whose kindness blooms in gratitude, A love profound, in magnitude. So here’s my thanks, in lines of rhyme, For all you’ve done, throughout all time. This poem’s breath, a humble part, Of boundless thanks within my heart.

Those Winter Sundays

- ROBERT HAYDEN

Sundays too my father got up early

and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,

then with cracked hands that ached

from labor in the weekday weather made

banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.

When the rooms were warm, he’d call,

and slowly I would rise and dress,

fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,

who had driven out the cold

and polished my good shoes as well.

What did I know, what did I know

of love’s austere and lonely offices?

A Gift

- KATHRYN STARBUCK

Who is that creature

and who does he want?

Me, I trust. I do not

attempt to call out his

name for fear he will

tread on me. What do

you believe, he asks.

That we all want to be

alone, I reply, except when

we do not; that the world

was open to my sorrow

and ate most of it; that

today is a gift and I am

ready to receive you.

Sonnet: I Thank You

- HENRY TIMROD

I thank you, kind and best beloved friend,

With the same thanks one murmurs to a sister,

When, for some gentle favor, he hath kissed her,

Less for the gifts than for the love you send,

Less for the flowers, than what the flowers convey;

If I, indeed, divine their meaning truly,

And not unto myself ascribe, unduly,

Things which you neither meant nor wished to say,

Oh! tell me, is the hope then all misplaced?

And am I flattered by my own affection?

But in your beauteous gift, methought I traced

Something above a short-lived predilection,

And which, for that I know no dearer name,

I designate as love, without love’s flame.

Thanksgiving

- Ella Wheeler Wilcox We walk on starry fields of white And do not see the daisies; For blessings common in our sight We rarely offer praises. We sigh for some supreme delight To crown our lives with splendor, And quite ignore our daily store Of pleasures sweet and tender. Our cares are bold and push their way Upon our thought and feeling. They hang about us all the day, Our time from pleasure stealing. So unobtrusive many a joy We pass by and forget it, But worry strives to own our lives And conquers if we let it. There's not a day in all the year But holds some hidden pleasure, And looking back, joys oft appear To brim the past's wide measure. But blessings are like friends, I hold, Who love and labor near us. We ought to raise our notes of praise While living hearts can hear us. Full many a blessing wears the guise Of worry or of trouble. Farseeing is the soul and wise Who knows the mask is double. But he who has the faith and strength To thank his God for sorrow Has found a joy without alloy To gladden every morrow. We ought to make the moments notes Of happy, glad Thanksgiving; The hours and days a silent phrase Of music we are living. And so the theme should swell and grow As weeks and months pass o'er us, And rise sublime at this good time, A grand Thanksgiving chorus. See Also-