Friday Poems

Friday poems bring the best collection of short and long friday poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great friday rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these friday poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on friday are here for you.

Drugs and Liars on a Friday night

Drugs and Liars on a Friday night short poem

I waste away with your drugs. You tried to hold me as I just gave up. I cried last night. You wiped my tears. I still block you out because of the fear. The cracks in my soul won’t be

Friday And Work Clock

Friday And Work Clock short poem

Here I enter my bureau cube Greet my co-workers and Mr. Big Blue too. Show them the picture of the latest TV I bought, Because last month’s raise I got! They plan plan plan … And invite selves in my

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Poems containing references to : Friday

Success

Success short poem

Friday the 13th, known as Black Friday in US. It was the best for me in my life, as for the first time I could spell Success. It was the day, when I was communicated that I was selected by

Rampant Impala

Rampant Impala short poem

Heartbroken men build beautiful fires Alcoholics are not the only liars Reach out before time expires Fulfil all your heart’s desires Stale old beer is better than no beer Let go of fear Can’t remember the last time I shed

Anticipating Transition

Anticipating Transition short poem

I’m meditating in a Boise coffee shop because I’m not writing well my thoughts are a smeary slide full of animalcules contained, self-important images that could fit into a list-poem full of suggestions that dares the reader to link meanings

I Love You

I Love You short poem

I love you, Though at times you doubt my love for you, I still can’t stop loving you, Because I love you. I love the way you stayed, When you could have gone away, With that dude called Friday, Leaving

The Narcissistic Mother

The Narcissistic Mother long poem

Mother always called me the devil child She said I was loud, destructive and wild Parents told sister I was bad and she didn’t ever have to play with me Much time alone was no fun, however for friends I

The Pain Of A Child

The Pain Of A Child long poem

It was dark and gloomy like the east cost of London on a Thursday Yet the call from the hospital gave my mom and I chill and out minds kept I remember the night like it was my birthday The

Single Brown Woman On Fridays

Single Brown Woman On Fridays short poem

Shiny little lights on the ceiling reflect intermittently what’s within There’s no space for our bodies to gasp and that crude cry’s lost in the making. Shiny skin on my arms potent with sweat and charms of tonight we twirl

The Narcissistic Mother

The Narcissistic Mother long poem

Mother always called me the devil child She said I was loud, destructive and wild Parents told sister I was bad and she didn’t ever have to play with me Much time alone was no fun, however for friends I

The Devil

The Devil short poem

Used to walk on broken glass, but I never gave up Tell you what baby, they all think I am crazy They all say that the devil created my way And you know what, I don’t care what they say

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Rotten Red Rose

Rotten Red Rose sonnet poems

I bought a bouquet of rubies for Rose, I thought, ‘how they were young, so bloody red!’ I was in love with love, blinded from woes, A Fool to not see you’d rather me dead. But the day I bought

Evolution

Evolution long poem

When I was just a little girl Everybody told me I needed Jesus to save me But Jesus locked me in a cage Alone with all my hurt and rage And told me that he loved me Now my world’s

Be Brave

Be Brave long poem

Rain shattering, sunlight beaming capturing loneliness, wonders in the sea of tender love Close your eyes and think about the quiet moment and the quiet years. Pray for forgiveness Pray for strength, pray for love Pray for courage Awaken desire

Deep In The Blues

Deep In The Blues short poem

Amidst the ups and downs of life we are losing the core Surrendering to gravity you are falling till you are sore. With my eyes buried down to earth, I wish to see the sky. With my hands shackled together,

The Light within the Dark

The Light within the Dark short poem

Dense deep and dark… what does it mark? Think the eyes speak? What do they really seek? Quiet and calm, as if darkness is like a balm.. No shimmer, no shine… is everything fine?? Dark though it be.. Seek search

The Winner And The Loser

The Winner And The Loser short poem

The winner and the loser Those who cheat with love to always win and make a slave of the loser Sooner or later lose everything in a bet and never again will be a player And the loser is always

Next Night

Next Night short poem

I hate the self-immolation of orange sex. Weather was leaving blue strings on the skin. Redemption was incomplete by sharing the legs Lips will not knead the ears. Like wakng in darkness for a passage to grief. Black moon will

Last Of The Sunlight

Last Of The Sunlight short poem

Last of the sunlight filtered in In through the window Lying lazy on my couch I saw Particles Particles dancing in the rays In the rays of the fading light Suspended thus Hanging thus What might they be thinking? Prancing,bobbing

Little Stone

Little Stone ballad

Little stone on the road, Why you’re always been ignored? Millions of people step you along, Is that the place you really belong? Little stone on the ground, What do you feel when someone kicks you around? I know you’re

The Silent Colours

The Silent Colours short poem

A mad resurgence of fake locks paralyzes the arched doors of the hidden walls, where the roses squirm under the false kisses of a red moon; they came again to police the blinds. The mother digs up the charred body

Lively Raindrops

Lively Raindrops short poem

Rain holds life, In every little drop, Hanging on every leaf and flower, Reflecting without a mask. Each lone drop, Has a story to tell, Of a struggle to hang on, In its journey. Like a teardrop, It falls from

Truth

Truth short poem

Heated argument insults flying, blaming denying openly crying, perfectly constructed a natural born lair you are! Knowing just how to twist that knife this tale has become your life with shutters you walk with rehearsals you talk unjustified lies you

Be A Winner

Be A Winner short poem

Every rise has a fall, So if you can make your dreams strong instead of tall, You are a winner. If you cannot win trophies, but can win hearts, You are a winner. If you can re-start your life from

Two Stars In The Sky

Two Stars In The Sky elegy

Two stars in the sky, Play hide ‘n’ seek with me; One, a little naughty, the other, a little shy. Twinkle, giggle, vanish! They love to play ‘Peek-a-boo…..’ They’re like the ones I bore, But a little closer, a little

Flight

Flight short poem

Whirling discus thrower controlled precision, spinning presence concentrated energy coiled awareness for that one release Watcher sees and knows at the moment of letting go this one will be good same dynamic for shot putter, javelin thrower conscious complex actions

The Beauty Fades When I Am Not A Keats

The Beauty Fades When I Am Not A Keats short poem

The bygone art, a dead shrine; Thou not dead, thou live… shall live By art of carve that plays on and will it play Forever, timeless, in century’s lap The beauty, thou struck me a year back: So calm, so

The Mesmerising Waterfall

The Mesmerising Waterfall short poem

Behold the scenic grandeur This amazing waterfall creates Rushing down from heavenly heights Like a stream of milky nectar . Emerging from secret springs Hidden in the heart of hills It brings abounding succor To the landscape year after year

Son And Dad

Son And Dad prose poem

He sat outside on the staircase His eyes gazed towards the streetway ‘Come on in son’ his mother said to him, ‘your dad will be working late tonight’ ‘Well, he kissed my forehead strangely this morning’ the son replied ‘And

Frequently Asked Questions

Frequently Asked Questions short poem

I am left dangling between Conformity and Freedom So… What do I choose from? The Damocles sword or the Carrot? Cognition or Intuition? Accordance or Independence? What do I chose from? Existence or Living? Submission or Expression? Precision or Exaggeration?

Life Never Ends

Life Never Ends short poem

Life is a stage, do not get stuck on one phase. Life is a journey, you won’t achieve anything early. Life is an opportunity, where you have to show your creativity. Life is full of colours , just open your

The Violin Maker

The Violin Maker long poem

The Violin Maker awakes and heats his glue in a coffee can rigged on a hotplate. He is aged and stiff like his wood piles of it stacked and waiting spruce special ordered from Ohio oak pieces from a broken

Love Sonnet 128

Love Sonnet 128 sonnet poems

Strong aural presence of our love pervades Our place of rendezvous despite the years, The past, or the recall of it, invades My peace with stark nostalgia that it bears; Can we forget the rose pressed to your face? When

Expressionless

Expressionless short poem

A silent war with oneself devouring all the cells, the gory remains of words and grainy kisses of tears. A curved hook in the mouth to start a prayer for the freedom from whispers of brand and labels: liberation from

Where I Want To Go

Where I Want To Go sonnet poems

I have often thought I would like to visit Amish country I have heard of a unique brand and portrait of people there In spite of their simple way of life, no one goes hungry It would be great to

Work-out Or Run-out

Work out Or Run out short poem

No snacking on French Fries , but work for healthy weight and size. Get cracking on your workout , and stretch before you run out . A jog might sound like suicide when you’re as big as me. Take heart!

Conferred Guilt

Conferred Guilt short poem

A felled tear reflects the rainbow. I wait for the night. Moon had promised an audience. Yes, I will sit beside the moon, will tell the woes of earth, uncomplaining: the heat, the dust, the life needles and expressionless faces

Life-2

Life 2 short poem

The chords of life Are in His hand. No one knows when Where and how Comes its end? We are just like Puppets in His hands Can do nothing To meet our ends. Like a flower Delicate we are Blooming

Delirium

Delirium short poem

Over the sands seagulls screech and call, Where the blue waters gleam, The battering waves slap and fall, To break a pebbles dream. The vast wet shores do girdle hills, High steep and ancient, And the sunlight haltingly spills, The

Up The Hill

Up The Hill ballad

Up the hill In a valley Daffodils grew on the banks of Kashmir Pretty pink, white and yellow Dancing in the sunshine meadow Little Robin red breast Tweeting on the willow White clouds flirting With the little fellow Up the

A Poem, Dedicated To Saoirse Ronan

A Poem, Dedicated To Saoirse Ronan long poem

Since I have seen you, I have been infected With tormented love to you, and I have been Tortured by mysterious executioner. He is invisible, only felt. At every evening, Before sleep, he whips a dagger into my heart, And