Weekend Poems - Poems about Weekend

Deep in the heart of a weekend No plans, no promise, no pizazz A feeling as if I were robbed of something My youth, to be precise When...

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My long weekend trips had changed and ruined, By your early morning text messages. On Saturday, 2025.03.08@03:08:00. You texted me to let me know, It was your birthday, you turned 21+ years old. You also wanted to let me know, The reasons why you stopped saying hello, And all forms of communications. I respected your birthday was a significant event, Happily to celebrate with...

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It always rains on Friday Its off to the Care Home with wafer thin biscuits for delicate teeth and a bag of cheese and onions At the corner shop some commonal drinkers start early 2 cans of extra Strong Born and raised for Les Weekend like shooting arrows in the park Versions of redemption keeping busier than yesterday...

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Simple happiness on a weekend: A simple family bonding Eat together, going to the park Children feeding the fish A little window shopping Buying second hand books Children playing at the arcade Meeting family friends....

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Forty hours at work Doing the same thing Over and over You daydream a lot You have to or you will go mad Dreaming of being with your mates Joking and sucking down some cigs There may be some hot wings Paradise on Earth But one thing makes the wait bearable Knowing that endless bottles of beer await Cold and tasty They are waiting for you Hopefully they...

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[Intro] I like the heat but add in something sweet I am nowhere near petite But I assure you, a comic time [Chorus] I drive a hard bargain (a really hard bargain!) I color outside the lines But you knew all along I was not just passing time! [instrumental break] [Verse ] My brain is always on the go And...

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Waiting all week for the weekend To spend time with you, my friend. Set for these forty-eight hours To see what our freedom devours. Exactly what will be in store? Laughter, fun and so much more Because there are so many ways To make the most of these two days. Working away the other five Towards when we can start to thrive And enjoy...

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Contemplative bliss communes with the serene, into the spirit of the placid marine crystalized in my mind. As the sun’s reflection spreads glitter upon its open sea, throngs milling to the melodious tunes of the guitar. Strumming troubadour, slim and rangy toe headed youth grins modestly as his tip jar fills welcoming spared bills And to the sounds of the seagulls gleeful...

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In the happy hours of weekend I am feeling slightly weakened Gazing idly at the screen Seeing pictures I have seen Reading articles I’ve read Noting comments that were said Sandy beaches, blazing sky Last minute offers never die Ads with same off beaten ways Looks like life fails to amaze It’s not so – life goes like train Every new day brings new...

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I cycled to Hawthorne before the dawn, Saw a deer on Taxter Road leading a fawn. I reached a field of the kids little League. Waited for the train, too pumped for fatigue. The train passed by lakes of Croton Falls, At Ten Mile River I heard a bird’s calls At Wassaic, calmed down on Deep Hollow Road, By purple flowers, a...

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I'll be quiet as I'm leaving I'll get you a latte Don't ask me why, there's a big surprise Awaiting you today I'll be back by 7 Be ready at the door Bring a little bag with you Some basics, not much more I've rented us a cabin A weekend getaway It's nestled in a valley A cozy place to stay It looks up at the...

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At dinner you sat With phone in hand Leaving no room for me in your attention span I got up And came back In active conversation you sat With your friend on her phone And a call on top of that He came in a flash Greeting you both When he sat down for a peer to peer talk I talked it up with him, he was...

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Off the workplace and throng the streets Flooding the city with our presence and fleets We must make the most of this weekly stint Waiting not for conviction but acting on a hint For the will to live the living we will Is but a wish expressed in a window of thrill Trying to squeeze in things we...

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Weekend hits one bemused boy Pushing his mind to his limits. Night comes by, blowing the devil’s joy. Problem is, his smile’s off-limits. Nonetheless, such rule’s quickly dropped While tedium hits the recycling bin. The girl whose twirls seldom flopped. While the helping smile’s not some sin. Crew tinted feeble wordless white lips The few wombled up there cherished I’m not stunned by how one...

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Last weekend was “Parent’s” weekend at Yale. A time when parents are formally invited to visit. They have receptions and other events - but no potato-sack races (which is disappointing). My parents couldn’t come, they’ve never come to parent’s weekend, but Leong’s parents came again, from Macao, China, a 16,060-mile round trip. There was a time...

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