"funday" poems
I've been aching for some action
a lot not just a fraction
my ****** desires are all pent up
I try to ignore it but they won't let up
I wanna watch you strip your clothes off
or maybe wear some lingerie
Maybe take a long silk robe off
whatever you want to wear today
I've been craving your sweet body
your curves so angelic and voluptuous
God how I want to devour your sweet sweet hole
it must taste so scrumptious
It's been driving me crazy
the thought of you beside me in bed
Me right on top of you
thrusting until I'm spent
Me pounding on your lady parts
like they're late on the tent
Bending you over and taking you from behind
your ***** so soft and wet
You laying me beside the fireplace
wearing that long silk robe again
you bouncing on me until you release
just keep going, until you can no longer stand
Oh how I've been aching
to let these desires play out
like I said it's been driving me crazy
it's like I'm living in a virginity induced drought
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
Sunday Funday
But the next day's Monday
You might feel like **** all day
If you have too much fun on
Sunday Funday
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
Boy: I'll pay you 10 bucks to climb up the flagpole.
Girl: ok.(climbs the flagpole)
Girl: Mommy Mommy a boy paid me 10 bucks to climb the flagpole. Mom: He just wanted to see your underwear!
...Next Day...
(Same boy): I'll pay you 20 BUCKS to climb the flagpole!
Girl: OK thanks! (climbs the flagpole)
Girl: Mommy Mommy today the boy paid me 20 BUCKS for climbing the flagpole, but today I tricked him this time I wasn't wearing underwear.
Mom:
A **** has a sad life. His hair is a mess; his family is nuts; his next-door neighbor is an ******* his best friend is a ***** and his owner beats him habitually.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
If Monday was a person,
Maudlin would be the lesson,
"Oh no, not another Monday."
"What became of Sunday funday?"
Yes, it's Monday, so it seems,
Same old dreary routine,
Back to the rat race again,
Commuting by car or train,
Wage slaves, off for gain,
Maudlin Monday on their brain,
"Yes, it's Monday, so it seems,
Same old dreary routine."
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC
how do you manage to sit out of reach?
your clock's so off,
it’s ridiculous.
it’s starting to BE me.
my whole body can’t take it.
my whole body can take it, come over.
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 7:56 PM UTC
We are like
leftover love for dinner
have a bit,
winner, winner,
I have a Magic Kitchen
it's really bitchin'
& so bewitchin'
so much better the next time,
or prepared inside a rhyme,
add a bit of needed time,
reheated for
when it's breezy
or even freezy,
warm and cheesy
easy peasy
nice & squeezy,
accompanied by
a simple salad
a soft playing ballad
we have some
arugula dressed up
& maple roasted roots
emmmm,
so yummy yummy,
for my tummy,
making yummy memories
& love...
a private room for two,
right here a there is a booth,
in lovely pomegranate vintage dresses,
my lovely silken raven tresses,
lips taste of the sweetest wine,
my tongue & you are intertwined,
followed by
Ben & Jerry's ice cream
Sunday's,
& once again love
on Mondays,
every day with you a funday,
would you be
my love come one day?
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC
Numbers on the back of your hand
A metal mental breakdown
"I go to bakeries all day long, there's a lack of sweetness in my life"
And the nights get colder and colder
Bodies get hotter and hotter
The full moon is never as exciting as the last one
Past one, almost two
Three, four, five, find something to do
Call the boys, call your girls
Sunday is funday, and Thursdays are my Fridays
Inhale fast to make it last
This is the best part of the song
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
Mon Oneday I'll be top dog
Have the sofa to myself
Tues Chewsday all the bones belong to me
And to no one else
Wed Walksday let's go on patrol
Throw some weight around
Thurs Throwup day, you can clear it up
I'll sit here and frown
Fri Dieday for the bunnies,
If I'm fast enough
Sat Catsday, chase them up a tree
Watch them huff and puff
Sun Funday, all of the above
For the pampered pooch
Who knows he's very loved
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
Every Sunday
we watch football together
& while we yell at the plays
I wonder,
when are you gonna let me
gain some yardage on you?
Every Sunday
You yell,
That fool could have scored!
& while I look at you
I say to myself
Yes, you sure could have by now,
but like that quarterback
you move too slow
I wonder,
why are we still playing
on separate teams
when we like the same game?
You’re such a fool
If only you knew
how badly
I'd like to tackle you
& convert these last 2 points
by letting you hang
Between my goal posts
rush my endzone
and make the best
touchdown of your life
Tell me,
Can we huddle?
Can we discuss
this repetitive play
we keep pretending
we aren't playing?
Meet me at the
50 yard line
Of your bed
Let's scrimmage
man
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
You were more than a clone.
You more then anyone kept the Temps' rolling along.
Without your sound of sounding like Kendricks.
The group would have faced many questions.
You was the masterpiece needed to keep the puzzle together.
And even now, when we look around.
We can't find anyone better,
Came into the group as Damon.
When you was an Otis too.
You still hold the honor of being the youngest.
You made "Papa" get notice besides Dennis.
And when we take a look around concerning you as a member.
All fans can say you done plenty.
No, you wasn't apart of the Classic Five unit.
But you was apart of the Classic Five seventies unit.
Who could dance just as good as the originals?
From the Young Tempts to being part of the Temptations.
You became apart of the legacy.
Even upon your solo song Funday.
You decribe love in a variety of ways.
Yes, you had an impact on the fans to this day.
And you will have one in heaven.
Otis Harris Jr. a.k.a Damon, you done well.
We fans bid you farewell.
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 8:34 AM UTC
[THIS POEM IS ABOUT THE FEELING OF SOME STUDENTS ABOUT SCHOOL]
OH!THIS SCHOOL
THIS MAKES OUR FOOL
AND STUPID STUDENTS SAYS
SCHOOL IS COOL
ONE GOOD THING IS SPORTS
OTHERWISE SCHOOL IS AS COURT
WHY SCHOOL IS SO BORE?
OKAY!SCHOOL IS SO-SO OKAY
BUT WHY THERE ARE TEST
AND
STUPID STUDENTS SAYS TESTS ARE BEST
EVERY WEEK ON MONDAY
IT WASTES OUR SUNDAY
TESTS MAKES BORE DAY
INSTEAD OF FUNDAY
WHY TESTS ARE ON MONDAY?
WHY THER.E ARE ALSO MONTHLY TESTS?IT MAKES OUR HEALTH BAD
AND FOR MONTHS
WE DON'T DO REST
AND THERE ARE ALSO SO MANY F.A
THEY ARE JUST TIME WASTE
INSTEAD OF THIS THEY CAN
GIVE US HOLIDAYS
AND THERE ARE ALSO OTHER TESTS
I AM JUST THINKING
WHY STUPID STUDENTS SAYS THEM BEST?
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
here we are
tangled up in these sheets-
a battle of radiance
will surely ensue
between this smile on my face
and the light of the moon
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
Today is the first day,
of the rest of your life,
So how are you going to spend your day?
As it is, indeed, Sunday funday,
And blessings on each of us, this way,
Plan things you enjoy, pastimes,
Relax, it's weekend time!
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC
The tears never came this easily
And the future has never hurt
More than the past until now
I lay in my bed quite queasily
And the sky has never screamed
This loud
And my friend can’t see it inside me
She only sees the good and the pure
But there’s more I swear I swear
God there’s more. I’m sure.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
sunday s dissapointment
six days far
dear oh dear
make me dissapear
I play a game of chess
and go and make a mess
pawn not a queen
remains to be seen
In front of prying eyes
shredding your disguise
the toughest thing of all
is sunday is gonna come
Jan 12, 2025
Jan 12, 2025 at 6:44 PM UTC
getting fit eating
breakfast, lunch, even dinner
jumping apple jacks
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 2:06 PM UTC
Bay of Funday
shines in the fog
smoky landscape
wide grey ocean
flower *** rocks and rolling tides
I long to breathe your salty air
and throw my cares into your breeze
feeling the freeze around my toes
who knows, perhaps one day
Bay of Funday
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 9:24 AM UTC
Hung with my sister ate at a new place. Liked the food hit up the mall got tshirts I've been wanting. Today was a good day away from my normal lazy day routine. I like o lock myself in my room and write also catch up on my shows sometimes look for new music by artist I like. Music is not the same now a days I can't relate. I like it up beat with a story or catchy hook. I'm a 90s kid so things now a days don't make sense but I'm getting older so things do change.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
This is the wind-up,
the weak end of the weekend
when we get the windup,
because tomorrow's no Funday
a glum downright Monday,
if we say now't it'll play out,
but we're a gobby lot
and our two-pennorth have
to be said.
I'm in bed
hoping it's a dream,
but knowing it's not
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 4:38 AM UTC