Fridays Poems - Poems about Fridays

Vibe-check, it’s Friday. Yay! A delightfully cool Friday at that! I’d like to thank the democratic party (which I’ve heard controls the weather now). Has the heat finally surrendered to the inevitable freshness of fall? Can we please proceed directly to a cruel winter? “What are we doing tonight?” I asked Lisa as she sat on the...

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Written 2 December 2023 A Verse Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand Do`s and Don`ts Avoid thirteenth of Fridays for any new ventures for any new businesses Skip number 13 in buildings in hotel rooms In private hospitals Be careful when driving walking or moving after seeing a black cat crossing the street Sanctify all food during an eclipse before consuming them Don`t sweep one`s home nor clip...

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Oh how I miss you everyday your voice your love my son 'twas on a Friday without warning your name was called one sunny morning Oh how we wept Oh how...

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One more day before the weekend? Awake early to do errands and befriend Those Jesus loved or wants me to ... Alas, with struggle, I managed to do Now, as I recall the hard work, no lunch Still, I didn't fry, the heat, the time-crunch The body older, my faith bolder ... I consumed water, juice, no other Victuals until after six,...

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I used to be excited on Fridays. I used to have interesting plans. My weekends were non-stop hectic, my time was in high demand. Now I live in repeated patterns, I’m a servant to boring routines. A fleshy teenage automaton, waiting for science to intervene. Oh, I'm readier than a girl-scout, I’m more prepared than a marine, I’ll be out the door like a cartoon...

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Today's Friday, no idea how awesome it could be Ahhh now I know, it's as awesome as Friday of last week That day was quite special In self-amazement, I did revel Put ice cream on my toast and coffee on my fried eggs...

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This run of good days is going to end bad times are coming just around the bend cash in your chips, there ain’t no tomorrow future holds only worry and sorrow. Armageddon of our own creation as we burn in pyres of self-cremation caught in words of convenient denial grasp not the flash of the truthteller’s smile. Yet from the rubble,...

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When I was young, my weekends started with an after-supper bonus Friday nights— soft drinks and candy bars. We watched one of three channels while we relished these delights. In college, Friday nights meant a reprieve— a brief one—from those tomes that ruled my day. Sometimes I dated or went out with friends. I couldn’t let life be all work-no play! Career choice...

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T G I F - Thank God It's Friday! This is a term kids like to say. At three, bell ringing would convey school's done...reward...TWO DAYS OF PLAY! T G I F - Thank God It's Friday! This is...

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Flashback to Fridays when I was a wanted guest a common companion strolling the riverside with more than just the moon willing to chat where words resonated with hand-cut diamonds lighting up my vision and your restful eyes where missed lessons were backtracked and praise was left to pigeons hiding in the shadows pretending not to be seen Harlequin days have passed...

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There’s nothing that I’d rather do Than be with Henry,* just we two. Of course, some moments might be tough But still, I just can’t get enough. To watch him figure out the world, His sense of self become unfurled, Is truly one of life’s great gifts; My spirits soar and sorrow lifts. And now a sister’s here, to boot, Who’s smiley, sweet and...

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Clock-watching Fridays, Bring sweet sanity to souls, Weary of the rat race. ...

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Fridays in the Spring Fridays in the Spring Linger longer than a season Connecting reasons for the afternoon To stay a little more Almost standing still Till I decide to raise the veil It never was this slow before Always hurrying from the rain Always worrying with the coming of the day Hurrying for the refuge of the night Blending with the darkness Stay with this...

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Said hello on Monday Married you on Tuesday Said goodbye on Wednesday Thursday there was blood Friday’s child No more drama...

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Between our Fridays and our Sundays some pine For eternity to shield them from the work week forever For Eden's pronouncement drag the soul through time A rag to labor with soiled contempt of hands Wiped on them, and a rude mark on their face The factory floor, the office, the field make them shudder Their soul without esteem pressed into...

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