Happy Weekend Poems | Examples
These Happy Weekend poems are examples of Weekend poems about Happy. These are the best examples of Weekend Happy poems written by international poets.
Monday go away,
I do not want to hear you.
Let me sleep in peace today,
it is not your day.
Hear me-Not On A Monday,
I need a three day weekend.
Deep in the heart of a weekend
No plans, no promise, no pizazz
A feeling as if I were robbed of something
My youth, to be precise
When Saturday night and Sunday found me out and about
Ah, but what’s the point of comparing fragrance and fragility
I’m happy with my life of sitting and writing and waiting
Waiting for my disabilities to return to abilities
recover assets, ditch liabilities
design square or round
enjoy every temptation ~
pyjamas comfort
In the happy hours of weekend
I am feeling slightly weakened
Gazing idly at the screen
Seeing pictures I have seen
Reading articles I’ve read
Noting comments that were said
Sandy beaches, blazing sky
Last minute offers never die
Ads with same off beaten ways
Looks like life fails to amaze
It’s not so – life goes like train
Every new day brings new pain
Days are stations on my track
They go forth, but don't come back.
It’s finally Friday night
there’s not a professor in sight.
If you think I’m happy - you’re right!
My homework assignment is light,
I just have an essay to write.
We and our sister suite will unite,
dragging a couch over, so the seating is right.
We’ll binge on Ozark most of the night,
‘cause we’re all Justin Bateman acolytes.
Pizza and ice cream will be a highlight,
in an evening of lazy delights.
I wish you could join us on-site,
but a quarantine prevents the invite.
Too many choices on my days off
I am confused and surrounded with ideas
Painting, writing, cleaning, sorting, shoveling
I look at my bed, wondering if I need a nap
But wait. Haven’t I already had two of them?
Depressed because of all the choices
Wishing it was Monday again
So my choices would be limited.
You could sort out the silverware drawer a voice says.
I pull the covers over my head
The dog climbs up gratefully,
This is our happy place.
First the ride (with kids' CDs)
Then supermarket (mini-cart);
Buying lots of food to please
Then snacks and playground, for a start.
Books and Curious George on tape,
Dinner, Face-Time Mom & Dad;
From routines a great escape.
What a time we all have had!
Baths and bedtime story, then
Hugs and kiss and cozy tuck;
Next some calm for hours when
Our perfect streak has lost its luck.
One child up who needs attention
(Seems it's not an easy fix).
If you see me, please don't mention
Age and lack of sleep don't mix.
Breakfast, music, puzzles, playing;
Happy Birthday Daddy call.
Ride to Music Fest and staying
Long enough for smiles for all.
See the water wheel still turning;
Marvel at the way it works.
Home for lunch with time for learning.
(Smart genetics has its perks.)
Visit friends to see their fishes;
Hit the playground once again.
Back for dinner and some wishes
That I'll have the time to pen.
Winding down with books and bingo
And a VCR cartoon.
Two short bedtime tales, then zingo -
Day is over, none too soon.
For though there has been no blunder
On this weekend on our own,
It's so tiring, I wonder
How we ever raised our own!
The dream prince was away on the weekend,
The princess was lonely without him.
He will be back she thought to herself,
His masculine figure will caress her presence.
A dozen roses and she wished she could propose marriage,
Usually the gentleman does that she thought.
Maybe that is too soon, they were just getting to know another,
He was a skier and canoeist, she liked sports too.
She was an artist and a poet,
He had been to her art exhibit.
Two of her art pictures had been a present,
Along with two poems she had given him.
He gave her a beautiful hug as a thank you,
Wasn't that a beautiful present from God.
Mona Lisa Sunday and Friendship Days,
Their friendship endured.
What a blessing from God she thought,
To have this gentleman in her life.
When he was there she felt complete and happy,
His good looks were beautiful to experience.
God is benevolent and kind she thought,
Is God playing cupid she thought.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Scutz
Morgan Chow
The Weekend
The sun shines bright lighting up the weekend
Loading our stuff and making our way to home
Trying to sleep with my neck at a slight bend
Was a pain on the neck bone
Arrived and waltz inside to the main hall
Spots a staircase shaped in a spiral
With the ceiling so tall
We stare at the chandelier for a while
As the night arrives
We slide downstairs with comfortable clothing
Hearing the movement of working knives
And also the hungry stomachs rumbling
As the time of slumber nears
The end of day 1 finishes with sighs
Even though we're with our peers
It’s time to close our eyes
Day 2 has now shown its face
It's time to win the race
To be first for the breakfast line
and to eat like a gluttonous swine
We challenge our leader to their game
Silence was the name
Pure silence for an hour
Sadly some did not have the will power
Now it was time to go outside
making our way up the mountain with large strides
Coming down the mountain like Sonic
Finally coming out to vomit
Coming to this camp was fun
except for the vomit after the run
Sadly we have to leave here
But there's always next year
It's late Friday afternoon,
Inside I cry 'hooray'
Nearly time to loose the shackles,
Let the devil out to play.
Soon the weekend warrior
Will appear and run amok,
Just another hour to go
As I look up at the clock.
My alter ego's twitching
For liberation's near,
Friday, welcome Friday
A day I hold so dear.
On Fridays I take off the suit
Be happy, go berserk,
For there is a side to me,
That no-one sees at work.
Entry for Friday feeling - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
25/2/18. Placed 5th
A magnificent time
Friday at five
Lazily it arrives
A Herculean climb
But here is the weekend
Limitless potential
Though gone in a second
Still reverential
As I open the door in your room
I enter with that warm feeling
Taking my clothes off, wearing yours
I am home, in your arms, once a week.
I lay myself in your bed
Its small and its better
I lay not to sleep but to dream with you
To hear you breathe, skin to skin, I am all yours
I would like to be up all night
Observing you, keeping you pleased
Sometimes when my emotions consume me
Your love blankets my soul, then I’m fine.
I can no longer imagine a day without you
Hours spent apart, torments me inside
How I wish I was born already beside you
That would’ve been easy, finding myself, finally finding it with you.
Life ain't easy for me anymore
But thank you for helping me carry the load
For always wearing that smile despite the hurdles
For constantly choosing me, committed, I love you
We may not be the typical couple
But our love is greater than the naked universe
I know things may come along and shake our grounds
But I will never run.
I‘ll stick with you, in your room
Continuously blanketing you, as you strip me.
I will never fade
Life will be spent laying with you
Finding home, in your arms
...Definitely more than once a week.
Monday to Friday has gone so fast
And the weekend is finally here
It's time to kick off your shoes, sit yourself back
And have a relax with a wine or a beer
You've got so many plans for this happy time
There's no work for the next 2 days
You want to go shopping, tidy up, have a bath, go out clubbing and celebrate in so many ways.
Saturday comes and goes so fast, and in a flash its already Sunday
You plan to find a spot on the sofa and not move all day, just praying that you can stop tomorrow being Monday.
But before you know it, its been and gone and the weekend has just flown by
On Monday morning you feel totally depressed with the Monday blues, feeling like you want to die.
As you sit at your desk, looking at the clock and watching the movement of the small and little hand
You know that there is no need to fear, you have so much to look forward to, as you already have next weekend planned.
For those who work, a three day weekend
Feels like a reward,
The culmination of a goal
That they’ve been working toward.
It’s just one extra day and yet,
It feels like so much more,
A chance to catch up on the things
On workdays, they’d ignore.
But even for the unemployed
And, too, retirees,
A holiday on Monday
Somehow really seems to please.
So happy weekend, one and all;
Enjoy this little break.
Forgetting why the day is free, though,
Would be a mistake.
HAPPY WEEKEND BEGINS WITH. . . .
Getting a seat on the metro at five
Drinking hot tea at home - coming alive
Playing my guitar and humming a tune
Rocking this tiny baby in my arms - asleep soon
With my kids building lego
Or telling them stories of times long ago
Sensing the soft weight of the cat on my knee
Purring and pushing his paws into me
Hearing my wife’s unexpected laughter
Seeing her happy at dinner and smiling long after
Cuddling up with her on this stormy night
The rain lashing and windows closed tight.