Best Sunday Poems

Sunday Morning

Piano intro:

Verse:

Can you see the sun is shining down
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you feel the rain upon the ground
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

Verse:

Can you hear...

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Judgement
You light the fire, then play the victim.
It's not my fire, yet you let it burn.
Rage and pain drive you insane,
creating a parody of hypocritical lies.
Judgemental eyes ignite in fumes,
ignorant to another man's shoes.

Silent emotions
They say he shows no emotions,
yet fail to see the flow...

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Twenty first of October in two thousand and eighteen
Was the worst disaster poetry soup had seen
Poems wiped off the website as all the poets slept
When the disaster unfolded many poets wept.

Some had spent hours composing their verses
But no backup made, the air soon filled with...

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Sunday Morning
I try not to wake him, though he stirs slightly
As I crawl out from the warmth of the covers.
I'm tempted to change my mind, and stay awhile longer,
But a glint of sunlight peeks through the blind and calls to me.
If I burrow down again,...

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The final leaf falls

And I’m bare

It’s me you’re reading here

What I am I’ve always been

Even if I decorate my tree with colorful crystal balls
 
I've braved a winter’s pain

A summer’s swell

I can spring anew and I do fall 

I cry like a baby and laugh...

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As I claim my own parcel of solitude
from yesterday's banging boom,
I see heaven expanding through you
in me: fireflies  glow  rare as Sunday’s bliss,
never mind if there is a call for patience
when holy hours rise upon the lines of your mouth;
resting on the ledge...

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Sun is hiding behind glimpses of grey.

Through the window
naked trees,
their bark covered in green moss,
seem frigid and grisly.
Their bird less branches leafless,
but debris of broken nests and feathers remain.

Forgotten by mother birds who's fledglings have long flown away.
(those that did not fall from the nest...

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Possess
have
hold
enjoy
control
dominate...

Baby choose your verb
this Saturday night I intend
to explore so very many of them...

You taste sweet
like oranges
liquid sunshine in my mouth...

Let us drink from the fountain of love
where every drop
is eternal passion...

Let us supernova
creating new worlds
as we crash into one another

upon the soft surface of...

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I feigned taking a bite
attempting, of course, to convince her

oatmeal was yummy, "good for her"
necessary               etc.


I made rhymes of moons 
          ...

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Sunlight leaks
through the curtain
after I’ve thrown off the covers.
Downstairs the television flickers
as a roommate sleeps
on the couch.
He was talking politics
last night.
I went upstairs
and read a poem.
This morning
I walk into the kitchen
and turn off a dripping faucet.
The furnace hums
to fight off a chill.
The calendar says spring
as...

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There’s a new American Holiday, guess what it is my football loving friends,
It’s a classical sport of champions, where helmet headed, game geared
Warriors challenge raw brawn against skill’s swiftness, to conquer and win,
With screaming fans, cheering on these gladiators’ in this deadly modern
Arena of clashing...

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I was as high as the eyes could see
A giant dark cloud of pure misery

I seemed to roll as one with the wind
A giant black wall that had no end

I stripped the land and left it bare
Of the lives I destroyed, I didn’t care

Those who...

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Bands of sunlight
Streamed through the curtains
Woke up to a glorious spring day
In Lowndes County Georgia 1918
Little Sara and Clint jumped in our bed
For morning hugs around
A day to remember
Filled with love, legacy
Our people

Slipped on my Sunday shirt
All crisp 'n fresh, scent of spring
Still warm from...

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The ground was strewn with fragrant,
freshly cut grass,
blue sky shined like glass,
cool breeze stirred the willow tree,
birds chirped beneath the window panes,
loveliness for everyone to see,
houses surrounded by flower beds,
charming landscapes, a rich day,
regal in every way,
eyes can’t seem to turn away,
something glorious 
on this...

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I drown you in wine, the goddamn squatter 
who lives in me. Flow, Lethe, dark and deep!
But even through a drunken dreamless sleep,
like a nude drowned man in see-through water,
the memory is seen… That very sunny
day on the river, tender girlish hands
doing my back with...

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