Gratitude Poems

[thefanciestpigeon]

I am feeling grateful today so I have a challenge for you all: pick a mildly bad thing that happened to you recently and reframe it in poem-form to highlight ways you can feel grateful for it. think things like: missing your bus, getting a paper cut, accidentally dying your favourite white shirt bright pink in the wash, etc. don't worry about the poem being good, just worry about it existing!

I'll start:

To My Favourite Cup

Thank you for crashing into the floor
becoming tear-shaped shards across my bedroom.
You forced me to clean under the desk
I had refused to deal with since I got it
& to journey down into the world of dust
& the spider kingdom I had created
through being a neglectful king.
I found my favourite shirt and a Halloween costume
in a box under there-- I thought I had lost them forever.

I sliced my finger on you as I lifted your body
as if perhaps you were clinging as sadly to me
as I was to you, leaving fingerprints on anything
I have had to let go of.
Thank you for being such a good cup
I had to grieve for a week to account for how much I loved you.
There are not many cups like that in the world.

Thank you for reminding me that love makes it hard to let go
& that means the loving was real
& that means the loving left something for me
that I can't get through a good life without tearing a sweater
passing through brambles, reaching for fruit
with the sun in my eyes in one long, loving breath--
Thank you for being only a cup, nothing more than a cup
yet there to remind me of everything else
& the one-instant beauty of anything living
so never enough & so much.

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That poem was beautiful; here's my attempt at one


Closed on Mondays
At first I was frustrated
watching the timer count down in numbers I didn't understand
So I learned
I searched through websites looking for conversions
And I found it
.beats to minutes to hours
finally I had a number
too big
too long a wait

The next thing I did
with my unwanted free time was
spending time
with my cat
with my friends
with my self

Slowly I moved past the timer
the numbers I now had a way to comprehend
.beats to minutes to hours
And I found my own ways to have a good day
through my friends, my art, my discoveries
The wait really wasn't much time at all


Here it is, anyone on here can probably guess what it's about(the forum being closed on Mondays). I hope you like it :)