10 great poems for thanksgiving

10 great poems for thanksgiving straight with

Despite the fact that Thanksgiving is not the only real time you need to give thanks, it’s a great indication to do this. Thanksgiving allows us to relax, enjoy food, speak with family, and consider everything you should be grateful for. Oh, well, and football.

The poems the following are an easy way to assist show just how much you’re grateful for everything surrounding you. Let us begin with a pleasant video poem after which continue nine other great poems.

"Giving Thanks"

by Author Unknown

Giving Thanks

For that hay and also the corn and also the wheat that’s reaped,

For that labor congratulations, and also the barns which are heaped,

For that sun and also the dew and also the sweet honeycomb,

For that rose and also the song and also the harvest introduced home –

Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!

For that trade and also the skill and also the wealth within our land,

For that cunning and strength from the workingman’s hands,

For that good our artists and poets have trained,

For that friendship that hope and affection have introduced –

Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!

For that homes by using purest affection are blest,

For that season of plenty and well-deserved rest,

For the country extending from ocean unto ocean

The land we know of because the "Land from the Free" –

Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!

"Thanksgiving Observance"

by Author Unknown

Count your benefits rather of the crosses

Count your gains rather of the losses.

Count your joys rather of the woes

Count your buddies rather of the enemies.

Count your smiles rather of the tears

Count your courage rather of the fears.

Count your full years rather of the lean

Count your kind deeds rather of the mean.

Count your wellbeing rather of the wealth

Rely on God rather of yourself.

"Thanksgiving Time"

by Author Unknown

When all of the foliage is from the boughs,

And nuts and apples collected in,

And cornstalks awaiting the cows,

And pumpkins safe in barn and bin,

Then Mother states, "The kids dear,

The fields are brown, and fall flies

Thanksgiving Day is extremely near,

So we must make thanksgiving pies!"

"The Corn Song"

by John Greenleaf Whittier

Heap high the farmer’s wintry hoard!

Heap high the golden corn!

No more potent gift has Fall put

From out her lavish horn!

Let other lands, exulting, glean

The apple in the pine,

The orange from the glossy eco-friendly,

The cluster in the vine

We better love the sturdy gift

Our rugged vales give,

To cheer us once the storm shall drift

Our harvest-fields with snow.

Through vales of grass and meads of flowers

Our plows their furrows made,

During the hillsides the sun’s rays and showers

Of changeful April performed.

We dropped the seed o’er hill and plain,

Underneath the sun of May,

And frightened from your sprouting grain

The thief crows away.

Throughout the lengthy, vibrant times of June

Its leaves increased eco-friendly and

fair, And waved in hot midsummer’s noon

Its soft and yellow hair.

And today, with Autumn’s moonlit eves,

Its harvest-the years have come

We pluck away the frosted leaves,

And bear the treasure home.

Then shame on all of the proud and vain

Whose folly laughs to scorn

The blessing in our sturdy grain,

Our insightful golden corn!

Let earth withhold her goodly root,

Let mildew blight the rye,

Share with the earthworm the orchard’s fruit,

The wheat-field towards the fly

But allow the traditional crop decorate

The hillsides our fathers trod

Still let’s, for his golden corn,

Send up our because of God!

"Thanksgiving Comes But AnnuallyInch

by Thornton W. Burgess

Thanksgiving comes but annually,

But as it pertains it brings good cheer.

For within my storehouse about this day

Are piles of excellent things hid away.

Every day I have labored from early morn

To collect acorns, nuts, and corn,

Till now I have plenty and also to spare

With no worry or perhaps a care.

So light of heart the entire day lengthy,

I’ll sing a glad Thanksgiving song."

"The Pilgrims Came"

by Annette Wynne

The Pilgrims discovered the ocean,

Rather than considered me and you

But it is extremely strange the way in which

We consider them Thanksgiving day.

We tell their story, old and true

Of methods they traveled the world over the blue,

And located a brand new land to become free

And built their houses quite close to the ocean.

Every child knows well the storyplot

Of methods they fearlessly switched the sail

And journeyed many a night and day,

To worship God because they thought right.

"The Landing from the Pilgrims"

by Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Landing from the Pilgrims

The breaking waves dashed high,

On the stern and rock-bound coast,

And also the forest against a stormy sky

Their giant branches thrown

And also the heavy night hung dark

The hillsides and waters o’er,

Whenever a gang of exiles moored their bark

Around the wild Colonial shore.

Less the conqueror comes,

They, the real-hearted came

Avoid the roll from the stirring drums,

And also the trumpet that sings of fame

Less the flying come,

Alone as well as in fear–

They shook the deep desert gloom

Using their hymns of high cheer.

Amongst the storm they sang,

And also the stars heard, and also the ocean

And also the sounding aisles from the dim forest rang

Towards the anthem from the free!

The sea bald eagle soared

From his nest through the white-colored wave’s foam

And also the rocking pines from the forest roared–

It was their welcome home!

There have been men with hoary hair

Amongst that pilgrim band:

Why had they are available to wither there,

From their childhood’s land?

There is woman’s courageous eye,

Lit by her deep love’s truth

There is manhood’s brow serenely high,

And also the fiery heart of youth.

What searched for they thus afar?

Vibrant jewels from the mine?

10 great poems for thanksgiving Count your wellbeing rather ofThe insightful seas, the spoils of war?–

They searched for a faith’s pure shrine!

Ay, refer to it as holy ground,

The soil where first they trod.

They’ve left unstained what there they found–

Freedom to worship God.


by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

We walk on starry fields of white-colored

And don’t begin to see the daisies,

For benefits common within our sight

We rarely offer praises.

We sigh for many supreme delight

To crown our way of life with splendour,

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 all of us your day,

Our time from pleasure stealing.

So inconspicuous many a pleasure

We go by and end up forgetting it,

But worry strives to possess our way of life,

And conquers when we allow it to.

There isn’t each day out of all year

But holds some hidden pleasure,

And, searching back, joys oft appear

To brim the past’s wide measure.

But benefits are just like buddies, I hold,

Who love and work near us.

We have to raise our notes of praise

While living hearts can hear us.

Full many a blessing wears the guise

Of worry or of trouble

Far-seeing may be the soul, and wise,

You never know the mask is double.

But he that has the belief and strength

By way of thanking his God for sorrow

Finds a pleasure without alloy

To gladden every morrow.

We have to result in the moments notes

Of happy, glad Thanksgiving

The hrs and days a silent phrase

Of music we live.

So the theme should swell and also be

As days and several weeks pass o’er us,

And rise sublime only at that great time,

A great Thanksgiving chorus.

"Thanksgiving Day"

by Lydia Maria Child

Within the river and thru the wood,

To Grandfather’s house we go

The horse knows the way in which

To hold the sleigh

With the white-colored and drifted snow.

Within the river and thru the wood,

Oh, the way the wind does blow!

It stings the toes,

And bites the nose,

As within the ground we go.

Within the river and thru the wood,

Trot fast, my dapple grey!

Spring within the ground,

Just like a hunting hound,

With this is Thanksgiving-Day.

Within the river and thru the wood,

And straight with the barnyard gate!

We appear to visit

Very slow,

It’s so difficult to wait!

Within the river and thru the wood

Now Grandmother’s cap I spy!

Hurrah for that fun!

May be the pudding done?

Hurrah for that pumpkin cake!

Resourse: http://poemofquotes.com/articles/

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Mel: all the math puns in the first poem made my little nerdy heart smile

Foox The Fox: You look like the little girl from hunger games

MissLeo20: emellia tamoh I guess you don't realise it's called harold and kumar

TimmacTR: High IQ detected..

Tomdaway: He performed at my school today, went into English next period, to have him teach us about writing poetry.\nHe ended the lesson with a freestyle using words that the class had given him. Extremely talented guy.

DieguexChannel™: Damn, he just did that in Munich. In my school. He did freestyle with: Skateboard, Fidget Spinner, Supreme and some other words and simply amazing.

Antoine Herault: Omg yeah!!!! His cover of the Ed Sheeren (sorry if thats spelt wrong �� ) song with desserts was also really funny!

ashybae daqueen: paper people\n\nI like people.\nI'd like some paper people.\nThey’d be purple paper people. Maybe pop-up purple paper people.\nProper pop-up purple paper people.\n"How do you prop up pop-up purple paper people?"\nI hear you cry. Well I …\nI’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people\nwith a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,\nbut I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,\na cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.\nBecause I could build a pop-up metropolis.\nbut I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the paper people politics.\npaper politicians with their paper-thin policies,\nbroken promises without appropriate apologies.\nThere’d be a little paper me. And a little paper you.\nAnd we could watch paper TV and it would all be pay-per-view.\nWe’d see the poppy paper rappers rap about their paper package\nor watch paper people carriers get stuck in paper traffic on the A4. Paper.\nThere’d be a paper princess Kate but we’d all stare at paper Pippa,\nand then we’d all live in fear of killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,\nbecause the paper propaganda propagates the people's prejudices,\npapers printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists.\nA little paper me. And a little paper you.\nAnd in a pop-up population people’s problems pop up too.\nThere’d be a pompous paper parliament who remained out of touch,\nand who ignored the people's protests about all the paper cuts,\nthen the peaceful paper protests would get blown to paper pieces,\nby the confetti cannons manned by pre-emptive police.\nAnd yes there’d still be paper money, so there’d still be paper greed,\nand the paper piggy bankers pocketing more than they need,\npurchasing the potpourri to pepper their paper properties,\nothers live in poverty and ain’t acknowledged properly.\nA proper poor economy where so many are proper poor,\nbut while their needs are ignored the money goes to big wars.\nOrigami armies unfold plans for paper planes\nand we remain imprisoned in our own paper chains,\nbut the greater shame is that it always seems to stay the same,\nwhat changes is who’s in power choosing how to lay the blame,\nthey’re naming names, forgetting these are names of people,\nbecause in the end it all comes down to people.\nI like people.\n'Cause even when the situation’s dire,\nit is only ever people who are able to inspire,\nand on paper, it’s hard to see how we all cope.\nBut in the bottom of Pandora’s box there’s still hope,\nand I still hope 'cause I believe in people.\nPeople like my grandparents.\nWho every single day since I was born, have taken time out of their morning to pray for me.\nThat’s 7892 days straight of someone checking I’m okay, and that’s amazing.\nPeople like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.\nPeople who are capable of genuine forgiveness.\nPeople like the persecuted Palestinians.\nPeople who go out of their way to make your life better, and expect nothing in return.\nYou see, people have potential to be powerful.\nJust because the people in power tend to pretend to be victims\nwe don’t need to succumb to that system.\nAnd a paper population is no different.\nThere’s a little paper me. And a little paper you.\nAnd in a pop-up population people's problems pop up too,\nbut even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through.\nBecause we’re people.

Ella Gantman: Echoed Abdala i wasn't saying that I can perform it better than him, it's his poem after all. I'm just saying that I can say it hella fast ��

chicken guess who this is: thanks so much I wanted to type this up to memorize it but I thought it would take too long (: thanks again


Antonio Frankesntein: My fucking sides LMAO

Nika J: Yas omg XD

Michael Da Re: On paper it's hard to see how we all cope, but in the bottom of Pandora's box.. There's still hope. \n\nFucking deep. 

All Def Poetry: So powerful!

Harbinger sev-oh-wohne: +Michael Da Re Yea, and true story, if you know it. The last thing to come out of Pandora's Box was Hope, and it flew out into the world, even thought the evil spirits had already escaped.

cherryexplosion27: competed against this guy in the UK unislam event earlier this year. he was brilliant, i remember i lost all shits when he performed 'paper people' lol. really talented dude.

Webstercoby: +Johnathan Bush use their criticism to deconstruct men… I like the poem..

Imfromjamaicaman: The first poem is not only clever but has a sweet story in it.. This guy is awesome!

TheOriginalPain18: +Addicted To Doges Racist Motherfucker!