#sunday poems on Hello Poetry

Steele Nov 2015

Here comes another wave
from the Sunday Sun,
shutting my eyes
so my memory
can seal it.

It's another day
with my soul on
the run, walking
barefoot on the
tar just to feel it.

It's another way
for my mind to ponder,
waiting for my
life to paint a
picture, so I
can see it.

I'm just another slave
to my thoughts
and I wonder
where it will all
lead to if I leave it.

#sun #thoughts #thinking #walking #deep #sunday

andrea Nov 2015

Ode to Handmade Sundays

OH!
What feeling compares to the warmth inside these bones
when I awake at Dawn to a still house,
and comfortable bustle awaits
There is none!
no other mornings compare to such
what with floating voices and metaphoric hugs
a sunday to its monday; disparate
and i'd make the hours stretch if i could
like a Dough prepared for
round laughter
to be enjoyed with glasses of
tall bliss
every Eye i meet glimmers
Glimmers!
with amity to spare
and the Earth around is brimming
Brimming!
with wonder I cannot describe to you
in words
an ode
to sundays worth living for

11/16/15

#ode #sunday

Kerri Nov 2015

Leave You Needing More

When you're stripped down
to nothing but your raw soul,
is when I love you most.
When your eyes
delicately plead
for me to love you,
and your hips ache
for me to taste your horizon.
I want to drink from your lips
Like a casual sinner
on a Sunday morning,
and leave you needing more.

#lips #raw #ache #horizon #plead #sunday #sinner #stripped

Leah Anne Aug 2015

Days Like These

Sunday Morning means being able to walk in the middle of the road with less chances of dying.
If not for the few people standing on the sidewalk, I might have danced.
I whispered spells to wet pavements and bathed in the warmth of the street lights.
The puddles of water were my mirrors, set to reflect the crying sky.
I conquer the streets while everybody sleeps
Until the sun hangs whole, chasing away the pink dawn lights.

...
August 9, 2015. 10:49 pm.

#rain #falling #street #light #morning #dawn #sunday

Elisa Maria Argiro Oct 2015

Sunday, and Sally

Halfway around the world
and here in my heart, dear friend.

Writing brave, wise poems,
so vulnerable, so original,
inviting us into your life and home.

Early this morning, a flash of red
shone at the very top of our oldest pine
like some tropical bird, here by holy magic.

The tail, in fact, of one triumphant,
energetic little squirrel, bright sunlight
transforming that waving tail
into a banner of joy.

"Sally", I smiled. Somehow
it was you, sending me another delight
in this morning display.

Rosalia, a sweet garland of God's own goodness,
connecting us with grace and cheer,
all time zones made as one.

For my dear poet friend, Sally A. Bayan
©Elisa Maria Argiro

#friendship #joy #sunday #banner

Dreams of Sepia Sep 2015

Psychedelic

Feel the psychedelic beat
it makes me complete
gives a lazy Sunday
a new kind of heat

hate ol' Sunday
no good 'xcept for gin & old ladies
but now there's
this psychedelic beat

give it to me, Momma
sock it to me, Pappa
let me feel the heat
of this psychedelic beat

turning the world
into acid rainbows

I just discovered a new band - The Sound Defects.

#music #sunday #psychedelic #beat #chillout

Anna Marie Freundl Sep 2015

Mountain

Elements, indivisible, naked
A single wayward rain drop falls from above
Clouds a whisper away
Sun heat thawing my helplessness
Tender wind cascading in the space between my fingers
Stubborn bones draped on stubborn rocks
Awake again, surrendering to their dance

An afternoon respite in our rocky mountain backyard. Co-authored by Ryan and Anna.

#nature #rest #sunday #elements #hike #interdependence #rockymountain

Adellebee Sep 2015

Girls Night

When you spend all your money
And people crowd around
And pull your phone
Girls night out
And your best friend is talking to her boyfriend
And you're standing alone
Seems to be the only thing you've known
Roxy Cabaret Sundays
Holding your bottle and facing these demons
As you're friends forget you're home
The country beat drops and
You still feel too drunk to be this alone

#fear #drunk #lonely #bar #isolation #sunday #club #countrynight