Short Sunday Poems
Short Sunday Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sunday by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sunday by length and keyword.
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*the most famous example https://www.artic.edu/artworks/27992/a-sunday-on-la-grande-jatte-1884
A lazy Sunday morning
in bed with my sweet Jane.
Who wouldn't want the sun to shine
when you think it looks like rain.
Another cloud frowning Sunday,
Wind bellowing profanity-
Dreary tears slamming to Earth.
Where is my sun?
A. Green
Cantor, cantor, cantor,
Allen Ginsberg was a
Cantor, and the song
he sang to you and me
was one that really mattered.
Sunday birds up early, brightly singing,
resurrecting their refrain -
releasing Sabbath rest
not so long ago
i raced the sun home
to sleep half this day away
now, with children of my own
i beg this day to stay
Many a caterpillar try
Yet few become a butterfly
And those that soar
Feed even more
Who don't know why, but live to die
on
sunday morning
on
the
inner-city playgrounds
even
the
snow monkeys
get
entangled
upon
the
steel monkey bars
church bells fill the street
drifting in a springtime breeze
sunday morning praise
the chill of a lazy rainy sunday
a good book by the fireplace
surely this is food for the soul
AP: 3rd place 2025
Creeds
support
the belief
to do the best
in this life to enjoy equal peace
belive
-Sunday, June 30, 2019 Chattogram
GRANDMOTHER OF GROOM
the oil of gladness
spilled suddenly on Sunday -
heart in cellophane
8/31/2017
Senryu of Sadness
Life
feels best
when the all
enjoy fairly
friendship mind unites all with sympathy
-Sunday, June 30, 2019 Chattogram
in case someone phones
i am wearing my headpiece
to no avail
anticipation
certainly blue tooth ready
it is sunday right
Our Preacher's zipper is broken
Yet nary a word was spoken
On bended knee
We all could see
For Sunday Service, he's jokin'!
its the day of church
day to be alert
am not a jerk
i love to eat and sleep
not on monday
love
BLACK EYE PEAS ON
SUNDAY
So relaxed late Sunday night
How can I go back to work...
At my desk, a familiar sight
My garb's now that of a clerk...
Weekdays
I like Mondays
it starts hopefully
Tuesdays
are a setback
then it goes
downhill
all the way
to bloody Sunday
Sunday morning
memories shimmering
old thesaurus scarred with coffee rings
mind sprouting... evergreen...
water colored peace
CDs
Every second Sunday my CD collection disperses
fertiliser from
blimps and
zeppelins onto a
great distance areas.
Gooey, gooey treats
Filled with strawberry puree,
All laid out upon
Bowls of vanilla ice cream,
Topped with sundae cherries.
Lanes are still;
and church music drifts.
Brilliant noon.
Fragrant rose,
Cat and purple butterfly,
Hearts are filled with love.
the world is beautiful
because of love
the poetry is most beautiful
because of lady-love
-Sunday, July 21, 2019 Chattogram
perfect this world
its Sunday of resurrection
and God by my soul
Jesus of the bright souls
to my moments
to my blood
to my fate
Lofty mast
Romantic blast
His replica cast
Paper flowers wilt fast
Will childhood memories last
A year and Sunday since he passed