Saturdays Poems - Poems about Saturdays

...Voyagers  The old ship rust stripped like a Sudanese mule doomed to carry fleeing people across a landscape of despair Why, she floats is a lasting mystery From one obscure port to another s......Read the rest...

...Voyagers  The old ship rust stripped like a Sudanese mule doomed to carry fleeing people across a landscape of despair Why, she floats is a lasting mystery From one obscure port to another s......Read the rest...

...1980s childhood Haikus Tech-free Nature's performing Batteries not included childhood playground My bike Pink banana seat A basket full of daisies Warm wind on my face Saturda......Read the rest...

...Saturdays, together, drinking coffee stoking caffeine, we held life in our hand. Looking back now, our dreams were too lofty. With rich-bodied coffee, we saw life's plan as one of beauty in a mag......Read the rest...

...Saturdays child learns to tie his shoe laces one fugit of time cascades Butchers tales lasting longer the sound of trees to a blind man out of fashions glare I do declare, Uptight seasons with......Read the rest...

...When I look at you, silhouettes spread through time, Variations of life, in the curtain of stars, As children, we lured each other with a warm thought, Down an alley, where you brought me a large ......Read the rest...

...Somebody should start digging, a big hole, we need a big hole. Big enough for 300 babies, 300 children, 300 young women, 300 old women 300 fighting men, 300 just talking men. 300 charging hor......Read the rest...

...My childhood of the 1960's, all those years ago, feels like a Saturday in my journey nostalgic. The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl," their purity of song, of smiles. A daydream streams, of runnin......Read the rest...

...There’s not much to love in the land of 72 ounce steaks Air-conditioned grace droning over AR-15 soaked Saturdays Remembering is not the problem these days Rather it is forgetting that Childr......Read the rest...

...I'm not the average stupid mundane broad that's so stupid that I cannot see That you get a rise and sick pleasure, when you intentionally hurt me A sociopathic, psychotic, and paranoid-schizophreni......Read the rest...

...This soul is gentle, proud and true I’ve veins of red and veins of blue Red like flames that lick the air Blue that hides, they’re unaware The heart that worships and adores Is the same tha......Read the rest...

...When I was young Mighty Mouse was the first cartoon of the day. Before we saw him on Saturdays; we heard his theme song so gay Flying from left to right across our screen, in full black and white.......Read the rest...

...Why aren't words spilled, have voices stilled? Our protest songs barely a squeak. Have we grown inured to a hateful world, now rest on our laurels, so to speak. Does a hate virus pour an infect......Read the rest...

...Small, cut in half by Route Sixty-Six, with farms and ranches scattered around. Theaters, cafes, motels, your picks Saturdays, everyone came to town. What fun walking down crowded Main Street. ......Read the rest...

...No talk, no walk, No laws, no clause, That's her way of dreaming. Just the silence between the journey, The peace connecting two broken pieces of heart, Was the making of the bro sis art. Their......Read the rest...