Appreciation Poems Novelas e Histórias

Not affection. But respect. Or something close enough to cut just as deep. ============================================= Thanks for reading :-)

Could my words written in anger truly carry such weight? "May, I will understand if you need more time to decide," Cupid's voice held a kind understanding. “No. I'm willing to let my poem be used for this purpose. If it can bring comfort or even a positive change to someone's relationship, then it's worth it. I give you permission."

"Let me show you how much I appreciate being rescued." ***

"I feel very bad. I feel like when I was alive I didn't enjoy anything that was around me. I did not enjoy this lake, I did not enjoy the nature that surrounds us. And now that I'm dead I begins to notice the little things. Little things I wish I had enjoyed earlier. But even when bad things happen is until when you start to miss the good ones. It's like when you lose something valuable from your body: your eyesight, an arm, a leg. When you had them, you didn't give them the value they deserve, and when you lose it, you only wish you had it again. Regardless of that defect that you saw at the time. I was thoughtful at what he had said, it had left me wondering. "You're right" I took M

he began, his eyes unwavering as they locked onto mine, "you have done so much already that I'm not even sure where to begin expressing my appreciation." His words enveloped me, wrapping me in a warm embrace that thawed away any lingering tension. The intensity of his gaze held me captive, and I listened intently to the words that spilled from his lips. "Thank you," he continued, his voice filled with sincerity, "for making this ceremony possible, for your wisdom, for your care. Thank you for loving me more than I love myself. I appreciate all that you do, and I do not take it for granted."

"I have another one titled How do I love thee. Elizabeth Barret Browning. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death." She

I appreciated her patience, her honesty, and her ability to turn ordinary moments into memories worth holding onto. My words were thoughtful and deliberate, each sentence shaped by genuine admiration rather than performance. I paused once, briefly, as if steadying emotion, then continued. I thanked Clara for standing beside me through uncertainty and growth, for choosing partnership over convenience, and for loving me in ways that taught him how to be better. My appreciation was not loud or dramatic, but deeply felt, and that sincerity resonated across the room. Some listeners nodded, others dabbed at their eyes, moved by the clarity of my devotion.

"To be the eyes and hearts that witness this beauty." An old Pattern logician, who had chosen to remain in the Nexus, stood next. Its voice was still calm and logical, but there was a new warmth in it. "Appreciation is a valid function. It completes the circuit of creation. A beautiful thing that is never witnessed is a closed loop. A witness creates meaning." A child, no more than six years old, piped up from where she sat on the grass. "I like to sing to the flowers! They grow brighter when I do!"

And thank you for letting my words find a place with you. With all my appreciation, Author N.

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday.