Friday Poems - Poems about Friday

Friday the 13th always takes over. I can’t be saved with a four leaf clover. Everything is ominous. My cereal is filled with angry ants. If I turn on the stove, will I start a fire? Then run and trip...Read the rest...

No need to fear, in fact thank God. It’s Friday the 13th under attack. There is self-control in not blowing your stack. No need to fear, in fact, thank God. Steer away from the charms, not the blessings. There’ll be...Read the rest...

A row of jazzy underwear Wafts gently in the breeze Pegged to the clothes line Strung between two trees. A garden brolly provides Shade from the evening sun, Chickens scratch the earth In their wire netting run. The cockerel struts his stuff through The...Read the rest...

It will be a cloudy semi cool day No hot sun to broil you today Holocaust Harris is the VP ‘s new name She’s a Zionista, she ain’t ashamed Love the alliteration of that name Will she have blood...Read the rest...

I love so much this day, Friday, thanks thanks thanks thanks God it is Friday!...Read the rest...

Sitting in a coffee shop one Saturday morning, ...Read the rest...

How lucky we are the Olympics Will be starting, this Friday, in France! After all this political trauma, We can wake from this terrible trance. We can focus on swimming and tennis, Gymnastics and polo and track. Cheer for volleyball, diving...Read the rest...

Windows open A slight breeze teases The hair on my legs Goose bumps jockey For position A neighbor’s cat Plots its escape A racoon is taken away In “paw” cuffs A squirrel shakes the bird feeder Sparrows wait below A passing dog Leaves another “blonde spot” On my...Read the rest...

His wife sang so bad, he prayed god to make him deaf, He said “oh God, or let her elope with my chef, if she goes i will be so glad, the chef cooks good shall miss him...Read the rest...

Wake up, wake up, yells the alarm It's 5:00 AM, says the time It's Friday 14th of June, says the calendar Get our of bed, said by chores A lot of work to do, says my schedule Time waits for...Read the rest...

Woodsman on a prowl Sneaking around like an owl Noticing innocents getting a fright Watchman you are a good knight Defending partiers in a plight Battling a monster in a murderous fight Erich you guarded them...Read the rest...

Friday morning, I'm here again Even if the sun's rays bring the pain Writing poems of my own Even when heat digs to the bone Joining challenges for fun Trying to brave the scorch of...Read the rest...

Friday morning, here I stand on a hill, alone again Trying to brave the heat and the pain Thinking about tomorrow from the shadows of yesterday Misty is the path of today But I still...Read the rest...

Four months pregnant show them the belly. Real not plastic, Ultrasound glares pierce a lack of eye contact stuck at the Papa John's on Fountainbridge. Eleven PM. Drunken men to be avoided. A place to stay - no, money for a place to stay. It's...Read the rest...

How do I still know your birthday? Walking in halls ,,search" i say. But when i look at you, the view dosen't feel like a warm summer morning where i am 5 again and a...Read the rest...