Short Saturday Poems
Short Saturday Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Saturday by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Saturday by length and keyword.
a giant puppy
lying on his back
on the recliner
pushing me with his feet
my usual Saturday night
we are both content
Happy Saturday, except perhaps..
a little distance apart.
Don't worry, still insistent
you're always closest to my heart.
Grandma's chicken oven fried
every Saturday,
the aroma had power
to pull kids away
from television
cartoon fun~
yum!
i have three cats and
three cats drawn on my notepad.
inspiration comes
in sixes. i guess i'll play
the lottery Saturday.
It's Saturday afternoon
Fun, Football, and Pizza.
Holy Smokes they won it.
So, Dinner is salzitsa!
Italian Sausage. Yeah
Yard Sales are the
Macy’s of Saturday shopping,
On a budget that fits in my coin purse.
written for contest
07/27/2019
There He lay as cold as ice,
a darkened tomb His prison cell,
until the dungeon filled with life
& saved us from eternal hell.
Despair weaving up my spine,
engorging within body, mine.
And though I twitched and groaned today,
that feeling did not go away.
amongst the eulogies so fine
this refrain....prompted by the divine
Saturday reflection II enroute to a trip along the Thames
A Nice Day
Nice day, this Saturday
First of the weekend
Families’ day
Lover’s say
So lonely
Only for
Me
But
Saturday
Saturday evening
The weekend parties begin
Beer at the sports bar
We've made it through one more week
Now is the time for laughter
They
ar
not to
be sneezed at-
in traditional verse
Minday,dalily through Saturday
danger/stranger;letter/better;sorrow/tomorrow.
On Saturday night in Waikiki
The teenagers turn rather freaky
Though blue as a smurf
They all love to surf
Like a Kahanamoku tiki!
#musette
Weekend
sleep in
saturday morn
dreaming
sunday
is for lazing
away
easy
weekend it is
breezy
#musette
On Saturday night in the city
The seamen are looking for Titty
But sly as a fox
She gets off their rocks
Proving it pays to be pretty
Summer
behuddled,
in winter's shawl-
white bell flowers appealed
the dawn
Saturday reflection I enroute to a trip along the Thames.
Saturday is my favourite
day; but I may have
ruined it forever
after realising
that is has
the word
turd in
it
It's a Saturday
the first in the month of May
Kentucky Derby
The running of the roses
The first jewel in the crown
Mark shot his arrow on Saturday
It never returned, just sped away
It took a wrong turn –
turbo afterburn
Maybe it will be back on Friday
On Saturday, the L A Rams
Encountered the Monterey Clams
With no and, if, or but
It was open and shut
The Sopranos limped home like lambs!
Tickle sweet
Will you
No
Why
Don’t
But
Please
Well
Sorry
Yea
Do you
Yea
Me too
Let’s get a burger
The Queen of the local beaver
Is crowned "Saturday Night Fever"
But all of her dates
Meet quite dreadful fates
Her dad is the Rabbi Cleaver
As quickly as it consumed us
The candle faded from sight
Shadows filled the night
But, oh, what a delight
Feb. 10th, 2018 Saturday pm
Simply enjoying
A slower pace
Taking time
Until my tea is gone
Resting and being
Dramatically quiet
Adjusting intensity
Yearning for rest
Saturday night under a moonless sky
The stars are silent and shy
Sitting on the bench alone
Dipping my thoughts to the bone
April 22, 2023