Halloween
©1981 Susan Noyes Anderson
H aunted houses, eerie sounds
A ll the goblins gather round
L onely ghoulies stalk the night
L urking in the ghostly light
Holiday Poems
I am delighted to make these holiday poems available to you. They are gifts from my heart to anyone willing to accept them. My hope is that each holiday poem brings added meaning to someone’s Christmas or Easter, Valentine’s Day or Independence Day. Writing them has already brought added meaning to mine. (Poems for nearly every holiday are listed here. You may click specifically on Christmas Poems, Easter Poems, Patriotic Poems, and Thanksgiving Poems. (Please email a request for permission before using. Include full copyright information on every copy. For internet use, a link back to this website is required.)
FINDING THE POEM YOU WANT: As you scroll through this section, read each snippet sample (usually the first four lines). This will give you a feel for the poem’s content. When you find something you like, click “CONTINUE READING” to view the entire poem.
A Merry Christmas Tree
©1987 Susan Noyes Anderson, The Ensign
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TTTTTTT
MMMMMM
AAAAAAAAA
SSSSSSSSSS
C H R I S T M A S
Cookies with red and green sprinkles on top
Holly and mistletoe, Mom kissing Pop
Ribbons to tie up each package with bows
Icicles, sleighbells, and Rudolph’s red nose
Thanksgiving Prayer
©1991 Susan D. Noyes Anderson
I’m thankful for my mother, and
I’m thankful for my dad.
I’m thankful for my sisters, and
for all the fun we’ve had.
No Big Deal
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
Okay, I kinda like you, but
it’s really no big deal.
Don’t think I’m feeling all that stuff
those crazy poets feel.
Diagnose This!
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson
You make my liver quiver
and my heartbeat change its pace.
You make my neck hairs shiver
and my brain waves lose their place.
Have I Told You Lately?
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson
I love you in the morning, and
I love you in the night.
I love you when you’re next to me
and when you’re out of sight.
The Women
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson, Star Light, Star Books, Inc.
William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905)
They came to do Him honor,
weary-faced, and
stonily,
their footsteps traced
the path
to where He lay.
A Mother’s Prayer
©2000 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
The day came when my mother’s brow
was creased with age and pain.
Her step was slow; her blue-veined hand
curled ‘round a walking cane.