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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Words

Words short poem

Words are forever free, we become, and make them slaves. Words never harm, we kill at a word and die for them. Words are by nature clear, we obnubilate them. Words are pure and noble, we defile and curse with

Foursome

Foursome short poem

A complex ego: lips on a flame like Kama Sutra. Starless night to probe a moon going downhill. A needle in hay protects the wound of a kiss. Portrait was incomplete without pilot to fly a plane: ———————————————- A complex

Migraine

Migraine short poem

Throbbing noises , neon lights Please ! Go away Smell of caffeine , It’s being unendurable Oh ! Aura stabbed me Torment troubles somewhere around I want the drug acetaminophen Don’t drill my cerebrum Head is walking with nightmares Monsters

Where Do The Butterflies Go

Where Do The Butterflies Go long poem

Tears of dews drop glistening Breaks the days of dawn Caterpillars shedding shells cocoon Seedlings awaken up with yawn The little fairies quaintly appear Dancing their dances, all the day long But, where do the butterflies dance to When the

Sanguine Fervour

Sanguine Fervour prose poem

You’re welcome in! I’ve seen you…. In my dreams, as in life, echoing the velvet onyx abyss of your soulless heart, And sweetly enshrouded with the eternal stench of history’s charm. The doors, portcullis to my chamber, lay stark wide,

Where Is Humanity?

Where Is Humanity? short poem

The grey-haired die of hunger, the children’s’ store full of food, While still breasting, death snatches her mom, She faces the wrath of her step-mother, what crime is she paying for? While still nurturing her infant, the shadow snatches her

The Abcs Of Stuttering

The Abcs Of Stuttering short poem

Annie Dickson was a ham But Annie had a stutter Carefully she chose her words Determined not to flutter Every day seemed quite the chore Frustration just to talk Girls and boys would roll their eyes Heck, some would turn

Last standing Alcazar

Last standing Alcazar short poem

Rotten wrought iron gate, opens to a compound in decay, nature trying to encroach on what was stolen from her, the dilapidated walls, the creepers gone haywire, the smell of bereavement, the stone bench covered by moss, no place to

All That Has Been

All That Has Been short poem

Wake up look around, what do you see A door to a world that you have a key See the wonders of nature, wildlife and the land Through the tide, oceans and the serene sand Marvel at the birds, animals

You Don’t

You Dont prose poem

I’m scrunched in partially obscured view seating, hands at my temples, elbows pressed to the balcony rail. Look up, Sherman Alexie! I squint through borrowed glasses, willing your signature pen to drop, your writer’s eyes to find me. I’m cheap.

The Demon That Dwells Beneath.

The Demon That Dwells Beneath. short poem

I don’t just reside under your bed. Don’t you dare escape me, I’m inside your head. My eyes are on you, I crave your blood. My soul is burning, My greed may flood. Trick or treat? I’m impossible to beat

Ramblings

Ramblings short poem

Untouched by words aloof from emotions dipped in water, but not wet blown by air, but not dry cold in heat, hot in cold detached from surroundings formless like smoke roaming from one place to another like a nomad, a

My Father

My Father long poem

My Father I see her in front of me, but not for long, she Leaves without a Word or goodbye, Disappears into her own brutal Darkness, NEVER seeming to plan to return, a deluded life I lived now shattered IN

Mortal Damages

Mortal Damages short poem

The man he stands in burning ashes, A volcano flows into the sea it masses. The world will drown tsunami trashes, A black day dawns, for 20’000 years it passes. No life on earth except cockroaches, A symbol foretold by

Wishing You Happy New Year 2017

Wishing You Happy New Year 2017 short poem

Wishing all loving friends very happy new year Though staying far away yet you are very near New dawn will be very zealous like crystal clear Welcome the effervescent sun with fervent cheer All your amazing dreams may come true

God We Blame You

God We Blame You prose poem

GOD we blame you for the evil that we do. Why don’t you keep coming to our rescue, just wipe it all away, make everything new, so the crazy and foolish things we can continue to do, then maybe, we

Hocus Pocus

Hocus Pocus short poem

Hints and hokum, Take me to the locum. See if she can make me right. Rub a bit of cream in, Pills to stop me dreaming, Visions well beyond my sight. A pill for all ills, Yet I’m sick to

Matters Of The Heart

Matters Of The Heart prose poem

Tired feet, aching head, teary eyes, weary heart’ I don’t need another heartbreak, I can’t take another heartache but we need one another. There are things you remember and there are things you can not forget like when a girl

Her love for Africa.

Her love for Africa. long poem

Her Love for Africa! A sun rises in the morning because a new day has begun, And in that day much is expected to achieve. From every field worked on, a harvest is expected. Likewise for each day we live

Lesson To Learn

Lesson To Learn short poem

Trust the person who calls spade a spade Trust not the person who praises without base Rudeness may be bitter to swallow but frankness is the stepping stone to swallow success sweet talks though pleasant need not be true Truth

Unbelievable

Unbelievable short poem

All chapters of my life condensed onto a chip so tiny you’d think my life was very short indeed for this last chapter to begin. So it is, today’s life, so fast I could not believe the penultimate chapter had

Perfect Myself

Perfect Myself short poem

I am who I am Nothing else just myself No concentration, no dillutions Just only the way I am.. You may think me as illusion But I exist in real I am who I am For those out who wish

Bleed

Bleed long poem

Wide awake, I dream, In that land I try to scream, Here I can’t feel a thing, It hurts, I can feel the pain. Blood is flowing down, I can feel it on my skin, The pain comes from within,

Dark

Dark short poem

It is dark in here, I can feel the sunshine And hear the birds. It is dark in here, The laughter of people The sound of traffic. It is dark in here, A door is open, there’s a breeze, I

The Sunset Through Your Eyes

The Sunset Through Your Eyes short poem

The morning flock returning to their nest, Piercing the yellow shine in the high sky, Mighty mountains and silent trees stood witness, To the painting drawn by the scorching sun, The sweet rhythm of waves and the coldness of The

Her Beauty

Her Beauty short poem

Beauty takes heart, it takes life Definitely it is a double edged knife Her beauty is like golden glow Which has every thing to show The ups and downs, the rise and fall She has a call to recall Every

Toeless Fear

Toeless Fear short poem

The name calls the name spraying the moon with red colour. It touches a nerve, when there is standoff on the lake. A blueish eye invades an iron space between near solids of docks. The gap was widening and the

Firsts and Lasts

Firsts and Lasts short poem

“NO!”, she cried, running out of the fitting room. The wedding dress lay bleeding. So did her womb. Elsewhere, he took his last breath, lying on an unknown street.

A Father

A Father short poem

A father will often overprotect his kids And punish for them excessively till they are scared to bits He will often be very harsh and tolerate no mistakes And expect them to perform as perfect well above their heads Yet

In Making

In Making short poem

Spurred the kerosene to burn the logistics. I had moved on untrodden snow of tanned gifts. There was no tomorrow for me, living from moment to moment. The warships had moved into positions. Adoring the monotheisn, I still loved many