Friday Poems - Poems about Friday

I'm on an island marooned a lonely castaway beached at the waterline launching bottles out to sea abandoned high and dry my boat went down it ran aground but wait what's that I see can it be a footprint in the sand someone to lend a hand my ship's come in it's at the quay no more sending signals from the shore the weekend's here to rescue me ...

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What a marvelous feeling ...

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Miss Friday, is desperate to avoid being forgotten She is a caring and kindhearted woman If someone asks her age, she will answer with a lie (of course) It is not a crime to tell...

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clocks decided to slow Friday down did it in every office all over town office workers stared at four-fifty for an hour the clocks felt respected, loved their power...

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in my sight's a glimpse of a young student her life just beginning under a hopeful sun how i envy her serenity i rejoice in the moment the beauty of it all i smile and feel peace time stands still the slate is cleared and all is right again with the world Posted on April 25, 2025...

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Principles don’t discriminate against age, ...

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End the death of the unborn, and protect them from receiving any harm. Made by choice and killed by force. We should all remember that we were once in that spot. Love and kindness should be given to the unborn until they are born. No harm or death should be given to someone who has...

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To mortal minds, there is no way that what took place on that dark day when someone good in every way, was crucified by hands of clay could be thought good in any way. God’s works are good in every way was echoed each creation day. Man formed from clay on the sixth day was very good in every way yes, this is...

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Good Friday mourning pondering the sacrifice that was made for all...

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Who killed Christ the Lord? It was not me said Herod, I did not spill his blood. I tried to kill him once it’s true but he was a baby then and was not slew Who killed Christ the Lord? Nay, not I said Caiaphas, it was not one of us. Verily I say it was not by my hand but by...

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Oh Mary, blessed art thou among women. What did your eyes see? And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favor with God. And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, And bring forth a son, and shalt call his name JESUS. He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest: And the...

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The death of Jesus could not stop His resurrection The pain He experienced could not stop His Glory His purpose brought His passion and The love of the Father restored our souls It was Friday, but Sunday was coming The Blood of Jesus cleanses our sins and The Resurrection gave us the Holy Spirit It was the day when He laid down...

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He asked, in Gethsemane, if there's another way If sin can be recompensed without His blood to pay But silence answered as He prayed The world held its tongue, as if to say "There is no other way." The narrow road that stretched ahead Was paved by the ugly sting of death That drew His blood at every tread And thorns of sin,...

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opposite of you dying peace worth more pain and sacrifice unlearning how i was fighting the illusion of meaning devout, submission to the selfish leaves i have loved...

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bubbling happiness ...

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