Tuesdays Poems - Poems about Tuesdays

She wonders. If I did. Forget the dishes, dishes, dishes. There are sharp knives, that get sharper. Dirty water. It’s always Tuesday when I get cuts on my fingers. We never have bandages, I don’t know why. The knives and I fight...Read the rest...

Humpty Dumpty has never looked this serene You think so? I think he looks rather green. I need silence while I draw said Mother Hubbard. Her dog wandered off to sniff out her cupboard. Papa bear asked if Goldilocks...Read the rest...

I will have fun learning today I am here to serve Here to purge I love my brain & body We handle challenges so well Today will be comfortably uncomfortable - a result of my consistent growth I welcome beauty Yesterday's mistakes...Read the rest...

A Tuesday with tacos is swell, But Wednesdays can sometimes be hell; For south of the border To remain in order, You’d best stay away from the Bell!...Read the rest...

The narrowing of choice, opaque or black? Unconfident die castes vote ballot blank, How has our circus bread become this bland? What a diverse homogeneous blend, All stitched to sleeves but less with blood to bleed, Philosophy’s deep silenced sonar...Read the rest...

My dearest Anna, It has been three Tuesdays since I lost you. I will never forget seeing you, just lying there. I went to our regular coffee shop, at the regular time. For the second week in a row...Read the rest...

Morning songs Coffee sings Stains of grey Just tell me What it is You have to say Our dawn is piercing Time into Can’t speak to split For I’m overwhelmed By the Saturdays fading Amongst your Saddened lips So many times...Read the rest...

She studied her shoes for ages, laces frayed from her obvious clumsiness He touched her arm, lightly, as tornadoes settled themselves and memories fought the weather, her hair, it seemed, was nappier on Tuesdays, and he tousled her when...Read the rest...

My hands are busy with today, but my thoughts hang back in the humid air of a deceptive yesterday; to dinner and the jungle heat congealed under umbrellas, stained with the residue of city traffic,...Read the rest...