Weekends Poems - Poems about Weekends

...Songs from a life, sounds like the blues, microwave fries, pot noodle, stews, dead on two legs, only half-nine, saying yes, to the overtime, this months rent and the kids' new shoes. Paying fo......Read the rest...

... Where have all the moments gone, As fresh as a summer breeze! That kissed newborn, fresh, emerald leavees on Chicago’s trees. Whatever became of my expansive, Blond desk, that smelled......Read the rest...

...He always brought the subject up at the most inappropriate of times, usually when some c**t was trying to kill us. Are you a believer now? If I get out of this, I’ll think about it. We got out of i......Read the rest...

...George was sitting in his favorite chair looking out his favorite window. He lived in an old farm house that his wife Betty and he enjoyed throughout the years. George was a farmer and loved growing......Read the rest...

...TO MY GROWN CHILDREN For my four children I've been working Almost every day There was never enough time to play with you There were baseball games, dance recitals That you wanted me to come t......Read the rest...

...This was last Saturday night. We were at a rooftop party in downtown New Haven thrown by ‘DocHouse.’ Doc-House is kind of a frat-house, owned by Dr. Melon, where he and seven doctoral students live. ......Read the rest...

...Home, was where you went at six pm. for supper, for lunch when there was no school, and you were out all morning playing. Where special breakfasts were served on weekends. Where you made your col......Read the rest...

...To celebrate a special day, I went out with my spouse, Having dinner in a place we like A few blocks from our house. My drink of choice is beer But they do not serve IPA’s* So Sangria’s what ......Read the rest...

...When I entered the City Senior Center with my Open Mic proposal to increase resilience and decrease apartheid dissonance I could hear no music, see no dancing. The quilting room and the ga......Read the rest...

...I was a world famous fashion designer, and quite enraptured with the new, Like first caress of pink, peach dawn light, smiling at the full moon's taboo. I adored laboring with colors I loved, in ......Read the rest...

...Weekends are a little like Bookends They stop you falling Or lolling too far over So you don't appear untidy or At least not so Uncomfortable They keep you straight Give you Purpose Sh......Read the rest...

...I want to kill my classmates she told me. You don’t mean that, I said. She shakes her head up and down. I would love it if they were slaughtered. I am surprised, she is an innocent looking six-yea......Read the rest...

...Beautiful things in life have to do with taste But who can tame those taste buds that seem to never waste Has anyone been so careful in his eating habits Today we are constantly nibbling like bu......Read the rest...

...Some people are unenthusiastic every day Not just work days, but weekends too. Their days are blah blah blah That is what they expected. They are resigned to it. They have little affect and low ......Read the rest...

...I can’t die, though I want to I don’t cry, though I try to I may not have a choice to live Though required me more to give A little pain inside my chest Sometimes death nothing less And livin......Read the rest...