Sundays Poems - Poems about Sundays

your mirth warmed a room....like rich coffee with cinnamon rolls on sundays...

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Appearing in the night, my dreams lucid in your grasp, I wonder if you are really there; Whilst pondering over the appearance of this brass clasp. In its reflection I search for you, you are my air. Please tell me it will be okay, Where shall I go, you are all that I know Please tell me you know the way, Where...

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What about what you want from love - a morning brew, the steam that curls, on Sunday cold, in blankets deep, while outside, the quiet world swirls. What about the flowers you choose - soft petals wrapped in winter light, handed to her with a silent wish, to see her smile, your heart taking flight. What about the song, a melody sweet - her...

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Sunday's not Sunday unless there's a roast. It's the day of the week that I cherish the most. With the veg on the hob and meat in the oven. The aroma that wafts is a gift sent from heaven. It's a time for the family to gather round the table. Which keeps families together and families stable. Gathered with the family,...

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*Been posting some heavy stuff lately. Time for a bit of levity. "Hey babe, you're never gonna believe this. Crab fishing in Alaska has been cancelled for 2023." "I don't understand, dear." "Well, according to the paper, all the crabs have 'left the building.' It's crabs no mo." "But where did they go?" "Ahh, that's the mystery, indeed....

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This is my story about Menudo, and not the boy band Menudo Mexican Menudo soup, known as the breakfast of champions It’s what borracho’s, and Ricky Martin and all el mundo saludo Chili mix, cilantro and lemon or lime, oregano, served in ramekins A hearty feel good spicy tripe soup, honeycombed and hominy Intestines of a cow, the stomach lining,...

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Remember the Sabbath to keep it holy free of Shoulds. A should-free cathedral of intimate athleticism romantic exotic ecstatic euphoric erotic Exhausts this sabbath light at long last widely dawning deeply stronger and resiliently handsome dark as night In virtuously enlightening response to Saturnight's weekly exorcism annihilating exhausting expiring Yet another weekday week weak slow-groan degenerjism Darkly precipitating sweaty penetrating night seductive mares aggravating congregating irritating neighing sedating constipating All my life I've been waiting for you my Sunday not not should embrace every daytime athlete with unconditional warm...

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A Month of Sundays Sunday I had a dream And Monday I had to work Tuesday I shone a beam Wednesday nowhere to park Thursday I shed a tear Friday wept alone in the dark Saturday was full of fear Sunday I walked in the park Monday I couldn’t wake Tuesday spam and pasta bake Wednesday, poor mid-week Thursday failed to peak Friday, lottery is lost Saturday early...

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Come down to river ‘tis cold you’ll quiver Amend and find the Giver He will deliver Transcend Love’s a caregiver Come down to river Descend No need to contend when angels defend God praise No need to pretend A life with no end sans grays Eternity spend With Jesus your friend Good pays With the heart ablaze sing salvation’s praise Shiver with the Spirit’s gaze Let go sinful days sliver of the past a haze baptised in Sunday’s river ...

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I joy (Jesus, Others, You) since last Lord's Day We call it Sunday - first day In the week, each new week For Jesus rose on a Sunday Jewish Sabbath remains on Saturday ( Well ... From sunset each Friday) II Lord, I thank thee, deep gratitude Dankbaarheid is 'n sleutel, key! I learn to focus on thee All I do, to please Trinity But if it's...

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I like to laugh on Tuesday's.The music says That's Cool. No fooling, I do magic. I disappear on cue. You got reason for your witness. The stands not best at night. It's heavy and they're hurting. Yes, people cry, That's Right. No sight, you'll see me Silly. It's line, past times So fine. It's ticking...

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Thank You For the Sundays (written on the 10th Sunday of the search) By Franklin Price 04/10/2022 God, I thank you for the Sundays The beginning of each week The Church doors are all open For the fellowship I seek For some time, I have been searching In a different place each Sunday For the feeling of His spirit That will last much more...

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Little feet trampoline upon king size bed laughing and giggling with happy faces from life still fresh taking flight with fairy wings soaring high from pixie dust hear the dogs barking in joy as mom and dad hide under the pillows can't get up for school can't sleep in on weekends cherish days of innocence you are only young once you become old forever there is no...

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SEURAT SUNDAYS the souls   body in art sensations  hues   contrasts diverse reflections radiant whirling dots uniformed &   structured flecked intricacy  precision pigments o of solar   spectrum lustre in blended fusion interplayed  harmony in imaginative leaps    of the eye THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived...

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Memories of garden walks Primrose paths, intimate talks A coin tossed wishfully in a fountain Gazing up at snow-capped mountains... Lazy Sundays in our reading chairs Sunset, sipping tea in our town square The glow of ruddy cheeks twilight demarcates A last toast to Friendship ~ to sow and cultivate...

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