Weeks Poems - Poems about Weeks

The days pass, the weeks pass

Could we not at least exchange some crummy
anecdotes about our recent pasts
some poorly recalled bus stop or shop incidents
semi memories of there was this time when

I'll take any half digested subvocal passing thoughts
and an inappropriate and unvoiced yet sincerely held
opinion which you know is safe with me

Throw me a crumb here and I'll toss you
the

Smiles Throughout the Weeks

Ben and Cora Green had seven children, like calendar pages turning;
Each one born on a different weekday, like mango sun, forever burning.

Zoe was pretty, with big eyes and dimples, while Leah loved dancing,
Yet, Bill was sort of a pessimist; like when mystic trouble is glancing.

Edward had a zeal for jogging, while Ruth ran many errands

For The Story - Drivers

Calling all drivers,
does your car go in reverse?
Why are you over the parking line?
I cannot get into my car,
now waiting until you are done shopping.
For weeks,
it has been happening.
Put your car in reverse and park straight,
or leave your car home where it belongs.

The Last Weeks of Winter

The Last Weeks of Winter

sun sets 
later
temps. hover in forties
rain and snow fall frequently, spring
comes soon

Christmas Eight Weeks Away POTD

Stopping by early, soon it will be Christmas Day,

Shiny gifts, inviting bows, ‘neath the tree do lay,

Hot, mulled apple cider in red glass, deer mugs.

Magnificent family with endless,warm, love hugs!

Roast beef, just glowing with luscious juice.

Sad absence of cousins, Maggie and Bruce!

The peace and love that fills the pine scented room. 

Wish all days, were

2 Weeks of Hell

Today's Mother's Day  Cafe closed, I scream.
Going bonkers place to place wheelchair bound.
To irked to do whatnot I let off steam ,
Saturday, same crap. I wheelchair around.
Last week Cafe closed 3 days,no daydream.
Ice water and popcorn ,diet not sound
Times like this I do not know what to do
I feel put off on I surely

The Puppies at Six Weeks

The puppies now are pitching fits,
their momma says just you quit,
there's no more suckling on my t*ts,
you'll be rehomed in a little bit.

Its Been Seven Weeks

It’s been seven weeks
I still feel the same for you
With all the thoughts filling my head
I feel everything 

I know these tears I’m shedding are meaningless to you
They cut right through my heart 
I lost my soul with you, flying high together, 
you let go, letting me fall to pieces 

I know these tears I’m

Lampooned Vacation Twice In Two Weeks

In the past 2 weeks

I have just been away

Under the guise of a so called

Break or holiday

The 1st of which was so incredibly
bad beyond description

When I came back I need another
to get over it

Unfortunately for me in the case of
the 2nd 

That sadly didn't fare or turn out
much better

So in regards to holidays and break's

Dumbfoundedness Still Prevails Three Weeks Later

Dumbfoundedness still prevails three weeks later...
when held spellbound courtesy grifter

Flim-flam man left lasting emotional whiplash
his derelict perfected artifice
to hijack every last cent
smarted me with indelible smash;
living daylight delivered I kidney you not
envious affliction affecting
last named member and founder of the Byrds
with crosby, stills, young and nash
entire corporeal being turned to hash
condemned state yours truly relegated,
cuz

Six Weeks To Spring

Brutal winds snap frozen branches,
no drowsy Tree Sparrows soak up sun rays;
I shiver wondering if they can survive...
somewhere huddled together to stay alive!

The Hudson River has the slowest flow in several years,
it struggles to reach the huge Atlantic Ocean that roars;
there all the boats are anchored while hungry seagulls
search the icy waves for a prey

Two Weeks Before Christmas

It isn't looking to me at all like Christmas,
There's been no ice, nor sleet, nor snow.
I've heard no jingle bells in the air,
Or caroling on the square,
Or seen anyone anywhere
All bundled up like an Eskimo.

And I'm thinking no tree for me this Christmas,
My apartment's rather small.
Can't seem to get in the mood to buy
A fruitcake

Two Weeks At Christmas

For two weeks o'er Christmas; let's straighten the bend, or flatten the curve
Lets just get on the mend.' Give amazon and others a holiday space
And more Important yourselves' just step off the goods race
For there's   two weeks of freedom, maximise it and how'
Hit percentage throw a spanner
Explore a new kind of WOW.' Take

It Will Be Three Weeks Tomorrow

It Will be Three Weeks Tomorrow
By Franklin Price
02/07/2022

It will be three weeks tomorrow
Since my wife and soul mate died
I'm still in shock about it
Many thousand tears I've cried

Many friends have shared my sorrow
Through the internet and phone 
The neighbors come to check on me
Though she's not here, I'm not alone.

Cards of your condolences
Have reached me

Just Two Weeks-Buzzwords

“Just two weeks to flatten the curve!”
So wear your mask! Of all the nerve!

Yes, two arms’ length, six feet apart
to save a life and show some heart.

We can’t let the old covids roam,
So send them to the nursing home!

Hydroxychloriquine? No thanks!
They sell that where you buy fish tanks!

Joe Rogan says, “Ivermectin!”
It’s goat dewormer for the

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