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Question: Did you ever want to thank someone!?
Sonnets from the Portuguese XLI
by Elizabeth Barret Browning

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine!.
!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little near the prison-wall,
To hear my music in its louder parts,
Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's
Or temple's occupation, beyond call!.
But thou, who in my voice's sink and fall,
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot
To hearken what I said between my tears,!.!.!.
Instruct me how to thank thee!--Oh, to shoot
My soul's full meaning into future years,
That they should lend it utterance, and salute
Love that endures! with Life that disappears!

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Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Thank you Poem:
Thank you for the following
For bringing me in the world
giving me the courage to pursue
my dreams!.
Looking after me when I was sick
or injured!.
The communication we have when I need to
talk to someone!.
Teaching me about growing up
and the pain one would has to deal with
during some point in life!.
Thank you for the love and friendship
Reassuring me when I got scared!.
And helping to help someone else the same way
Helping me to understand things I often questioned!.


My favourite poem has a cartoon that goes with it!. (no not a Farmer original) By Australian Cartoonist/Poet/Philosopher Michael Leunig(check him out Farner)

"Come sit down beside me"
I said to myself,
and although it doesn't make sense,
I held my own hand,
as a small sign of trust,
and together I sat on the fence!.

Another one of his I love goes!.!.!.!.

Let it out
Let it free
Let all unravel
Set it free
So it can be
A path on which to travel


ok!.!.Lovely Poem Elaine, now for some attempted levity!.!.!.

There once was a finicky ocelot
Who all the year round was cross a lot
Except at Thanksgiving
When he enjoyed Living
As he loved to eat cranberry sauce a lot!.

Unable to quote authors name at this time due to a slow leak in my cranial cavity!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Wonderful!. This is a good idea!. Let me see what I have in my other pocket:

Edna St!. Vincent Millay

Why do you follow me!?—
Any moment I can be
Nothing but a laurel-tree!.

Any moment of the chase
I can leave you in my place
A pink bough for your embrace!.

Yet if over hill and hollow
Still it is your will to follow,
I am off;—to heel, Apollo!


This is my favorite, I first read it in probably the 4th grade, The author of course is Master Robert Frost!.

"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold!.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour!.
Then leaf subsides to leaf!.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day!.
Nothing gold can stay!."Www@QuestionHome@Com

That was such a lovely and wonderful poem and i felt every word with it's beauty and raw feelings ' and i agree that this is a great poem!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Soul wrenching! It takes poetry to both new heights and depths!. Browning's Romantic sensibility and sensitivity are sometimes lost these days!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

To answer your question, yes indeed, not just those who love me, but those who hate me too!. The poem is excellent!. Thanks!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

i sadly dont have
a poetry book
to play this game
of writ!.
that sounds pretty bad
but i can
still thank YA poets
for sharing
their poetic wit!.



I love it!Www@QuestionHome@Com

this poem was so awesome and if any one hears it they feel sadly bit
it was so amazing Www@QuestionHome@Com

Great! =]Www@QuestionHome@Com

William Wordsworth
from recollections of childhood ode

What through the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In years that bring the philosophic mind!.

I fell in love with this poem at 17, Took some time to fully feel it,
It is still my favorite!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.I have not read this Browning poem,
Thank you Elaine! The last line is a power punch to the rest!.


I thanked my wife with a poem last year!.

Thank you is a pretty phrase,
That tells you how I feel!.
I thank you when you do for me,
Like making a good meal!.

My thanks go out and wrap your heart,
And make you warm inside!.
I thank you for your love of me,
I keep it deep inside!.

I thank you for the night so long,
When you are next to me!.
And warm me from the inside out,
And do it all for free!.

I thank you for the days we have,
Those days are special too!.
Your love is with me all day long,
And lets me not be blue!.

Thank you for the meals you cook,
The food that makes me live!.
Thank you for the words so kind,
That you are quick to give!.

Thank you for the clothes you wash,
That makes me look so fine!.
I'm proud that I don't have to go,
And hang them on the line!.

I've thanked you dear, for many things,
I'll thank you all my life!.
The thing I'm thankful for the most!?
That you became my wife!.


Lano didn't understand the exercise!. You are supposed to post a favorite poem of yours, silly!.

One Inch Tall
by Shel Silverstein

If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school!.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool!.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall!.

If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store!.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your head
If you were one inch tall!.

You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum!.
You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb!.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--
'Cause I'm just one inch tall)!.