My Cart 
Login 

Welcome to Your Daily Poem!

This site exists for one purpose only: to help dispel the ugly myth that poetry is boring. Granted, a lot of poetry is boring, but you won't find it here. At Your Daily Poem, you'll find poetry that is touching, funny, provocative, inspiring, and surprising. It may punch you in the gut, it may bring tears to your eyes, it may make you laugh out loud, but it most assuredly will not bore you.

Poetry on YDP--by poets living and long dead, famous to completely unknown--is specially selected for accessibility and appeal. If you enjoy the site, please pass it along; there's a "Share" button below to make that easy. And if you'd like to add a bit of poetry to your life on a regular basis, use the "Subscribe" button at the left and we'll deliver a poem directly to your mailbox daily, every Monday, or once a month.

You're encouraged to comment on any of the poems you see featured here; a simple registration process will allow you to do that. Registering will also allow you to participate and comment at the YDP Open Mic, where you can share your own poetry and get helpful feedback. Please bear in mind that Your Daily Poem attracts readers of all ages and mindsets; comments that are crude, insensitive, or inflammatory are unwelcome and will be removed.

Thanks so much for visiting. Content here is updated daily, so come back often or, better yet, become part of the YDP family and enjoy private commentary shared only with subscribers.

Remember: a poem a day keeps the doldrums away!




A Thanksgiving Poem
by
CJ Beaman

'Twas the night of Thanksgiving, I just couldn’t
Sleep. I tried counting backwards,
I tried counting sheep.

The leftovers beckoned, the dark meat and white,
But I fought the temptation with all of my might.

Tossing and turning with anticipation,
The thought of a snack became infatuation.

So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
And gazed at the fridge full of goodies galore.

I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.

I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
‘til all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.

I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky
With a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie.

But I managed to yell as I soared past the trees...
Happy eating to all...pass the cranberries, please.

May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey be plump,
May your potatoes ‘n gravy have nary a lump,

May your yams be delicious, may your pies take the prize,
May your Thanksgiving dinner stay off of your thighs.

Remember to share with those less fortunate,
And may your thanksgiving be blessed!

 

©2001  By C J Beaman
Used with the author's permission.

 

Catherine Jo Beaman, now better known as C J, grew up in New England but is steeped in the traditions of Deep South hospitality, thanks to the legacy of three generations of matriarchs. Those matriarchs additionally imbued her with classic culinary skills which, blended with skills C J learned while living abroad, a bit of New York City savvy, and the sustainable, organic influence of California and the Pacific Northwest, have turned her into one heck of a chef. Now living in Austin, Texas, C J specializes in “gourmet, healthy, delicious, beautiful, plant based green cuisine," which she loves to prepare and write about. C J’s current project is is a plant-based cookbook for kids and, of course, writing poetry about food. Learn more about her at www.rawgourmetartista.com.

 

 



Post New Comment:
Dorcas:
Cute
Posted 11/27/2014 12:22 AM
rahillustrator:
I've seen this clever poem posted everywhere without the authors name attached. At last, the creator is discovered. So glad too.
Posted 10/10/2012 05:18 PM
Contents of this web site and all original text and images therein are copyright © by Your Daily Poem. All rights reserved.
The material on this site may not be copied, reproduced, downloaded, distributed, transmitted, stored, altered, adapted,
or otherwise used in any way without the express written permission of the owner.