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Love Poems About Sunday or Sunday Love Poems
by arthur vaso |
Categories: deep, dream, lost love, love,

Kiss the Wind

I lay down
A lazy Sunday afternoon
The first winds from the north
Blowing snow like a blanket upon our souls

I fall asleep, in a haze of dreams
Where there she appears and forgive the obvious
The woman of my dreams
Never undressed, mind nor body

Here, in my delusion I beg for her heart
Tears roll down upon her chest
I whisper softly, tell me, tell me
You are my twin, in coldness and the dark

Entwined, we breathe slowly in silence
Words have flowed like the tears of the past
I hold on, in love, in desperation, in ecstasy
I caress her hair, and whisper be mine

Forever

Then I awoke, another sad day


by Lynn Marie |
Categories: food, imagination, life, love, nature, nostalgia, passion,

delectable pleasure

on a quiet 
Sunday 
afternoon
rain 
playfully 
danced
amidst the 
flourishing 
trees of 
Georgia.

memories 
tempt 
tastebuds
with a 
sweet juicy 
nectar
ripe with 
luscious 
desire.

sensually 
fragrant
arousing 
all senses
slowly, 
delicately, 
sensually.

peaches 
simply are..

the Fruit 
of the 
Gods..

one of 
life's 
delectable 
pleasures,
for the God 
& Goddess 
in all.

by Carol Sunshine Brown |
Categories: faith, hope, love, religion, day, day, jesus, love,

I Celebrate Easter

Good Friday, is the day Jesus was crucified on the cross.  
Jesus was willing to give His life for ours in order to give 
us eternal life.

Easter Sunday, is the day Jesus rose from his tomb. 
This is a joyous day and reminds us of His love for all
of us.

This is why I celebrate Easter, because I love Jesus for
all he did for you and for me.
He has prepared us a home in heaven and filled it with 
his everlasting love for us.


For Linda-Marie's  "Easter Inspirations" Contest
Written by: Carol Brown
03/30/2012
4th Place Winner


by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: brother, fun, happy, mother daughter, sister,

I am

I am mother (father) sister daughter
Favourite aunt, SELDOM rant
Pan Flute player, dragon slayer 
Own nothing pink, at least I think
Teach Sunday school, kids find that cool
I am not to lean, I’m sure you’ve seen
Curly hair, I seldom swear
But if I do, God help you
Sing in a choir, now I’m on fire
Love my dog, I want a blog
I am very kind, at least in my mind
Love good movies, never been much of a sleaze
I just gave you a look inside my book
So for now I take a bow.

I am female
Sorry I just found a fluffy beautiful pink bath robe.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.06.2014
Frank Herrera’s Contest:
I am
2nd

by Michael Jordan |
Categories: death, family, health, history, life, loss, lost love, love, natural disasters

Black Sunday {Personification in Couplet form}

I was as high as the eyes could see
A giant dark cloud of pure misery

I seemed to roll as one with the wind
A giant black wall that had no end

I stripped the land and left it bare
Of the lives I destroyed, I didn’t care

Those who stayed I covered in dust
As their children died I broke their trust

From my hell many families did flee
Left to wander homeless in misery

I changed the word these words are true 
Black Sunday brought darkness on you


I didn't see any direct link but just goggle
pictures of the dust bowl and you will see
what i have written for Brian's Contest.
The Dust Bowl - Alexandre Hogue - 1937

by Debbie Duncan |
Categories: feelings, longing, love, together,

Another Life

There in another life.
I walked along. 

There in another life.
You came along.

I felt you in the sun.
Where did the time go?

When we were one.
There in another life.

I felt your heart beating against my soul.
Where did the time go?

When we thought we were in love.
Why did it not manifest for a lifetime.

On a bed of roses, I lay with you.
But now I see them no more.

Why could we not dance this dance forever more? 





Sunday 7pm   8/ 10/ 2013

by john aaron green |
Categories: faith, inspirational, love, love, me,

Never Undone

On this Sunday I serve my Lord His ways are true His love is reward I knew as a boy he saved my soul gave me life made me whole His love is everything my heart has changed In him is forgiveness my future arranged God's plan was perfect His Word was sent to redeem our souls our death to prevent our way to heaven is through his Son, His blood covers all and is N-E-V-E-R U-N-D-O-N-E. Written by John Aaron Green 1-8-12

by Nancy Jones |
Categories: love, nature, peace, time,

When Time Stands Still

Leaping in barefoot abandon
Soaring every which way from Sunday
Laughter effortlessly exhaling cool breezes.

Lounging on nature’s lush carpet
Silhouette illumined by carefree serenity 
Lapping up rays and shining them back

Licorice sticks and crackers and brie
Sweet plumpness of kiwi and mango and peach 
Licking ripe juices off contented grin

Long luscious showers in waterfall glory
Swirling delightfully playfully pure
Lingering loving caresses of freshness 

Last blush of daylight’s electrical charge
Sunset yields gracefully generously kind
Lights flicker syntax where space enfolds meaning

Lay here beside me
Savor my dream
Let my enchantment touch yours

by Dennis Davis |
Categories: happiness, inspirational, love, morning,

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning shadows floating cross the room
golden morning sunbeams dancing on the wall
Sunday morning touching lightly slowly touching
laying in my tangled Sunday morning bed

as my hands slowly ever so lightly
touch your smooth warm flesh
touching with all my tenderness
from head to toe they search to find
the hidden corners of your mind
in my tangled Sunday morning bed

touching places that have
never been touched like this before
in the early morning shadows
softly laying touching in my
tangled Sunday morning bed

Dennis Davis
Sept. 2004

by Christian Collins |
Categories: angst, introspection, life, love,

Last Sunday

Rainy Sunday morning lying in bed
Stroking your hair, watching you sleep
My heart beating every beat for you
The way it used to


The train rumbles by waking you
Your sleepy eyes look up at me
I wrap my arms around you
The way I used to


Sitting having tea, enjoying the company
Talking about life and the rain
I can’t take my eyes off you
The way I used to


You lean against me, cuddling up tight
I hold you closely against me
Kindly, gently, comforting you
The way I used to


You lead me by the hand to your bedroom
We undress, kissing passionately, desperately
We hold on tightly and make love
The way we used to

by Mary Ann Young |
Categories: lost love, lovelove, me,

Can't Let Go

I though your love was forever mine
But Sunday night the clock stuck nine
Your number came up on my phone 
Remember when you said you’d never leave me alone
It’s starting to rain
I can’t take all this pain
Do you remember our first kiss 
I can clearly remember this
I hope that you know
That I can’t let you go
I can’t let go of you 
And I really don’t know what to do
You can’t walk away
No, not today
I won’t let go of you
I don’t care what I have to do
I need you more than ever now
I know we’re both thinking how
Don’t tell me that you love me
Because you can’t even see
What you had
But now, isn’t it just too bad
You don’t even know how
But I’m gone and it’s over now

by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: jesus, passion, truth,

AFTERMATH OF OUR LORD'S PASSION







You have sacrificed yourself sweet Jesus for our redemption

Yet we celebrated Hare's Day instead of Your holy Resurrection! 






© Demetrios Trifiatis
        17 April 2017

* Although the poem that was chosen as POTD on Easter Sunday is a fine one as a poem, I find it  most inappropriate for to celebrate our Lord's Resurrection. We have to remember that the Easter Sunday has to do with our Lord's victory over Death and not with a hare's sweet  eggs. 

It is not the case that I do not love the poet or the poem but I love Jesus more! 

PS: I know this might cost me dearly but I must defend our Lord's Passion.

by Tim Smith |
Categories: journey, love, memory, missing you,

Leading Me To Sunday

Wasn't written in the scriptures you'd be found
twin bunnies hopping along side with the summer
little Ronny Johnson's sister tagging right along
stolen glances and secret kisses 
swinging together on the old tire swing
back before father called you home

That was then before painted memories
hung out on the front porch with lemon tea
refreshments sparkled a quite midnight sky
loving hands held in a most romantic way
warming hearts and projecting missed moments
waiting patiently for my Sunday to come again


by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories: love

Lovestruck

Giddy as a schoolgirl picking lipstick, giggling helplessly and hopelessly in love as joyously she taunts him with her towel, blissfully aware that this is Sunday and it's just the two of them!

by Brandlynn Young |
Categories: devotion, friendship, happiness, hope, love, thank you, me, friendship, hope, love, me,

Thank You

Thank you for being such a good friend.
Thanks for letting your love show.
Thank you for giving me hope for the morrow,
And in Christ may our friendship grow.

I appreciate the way your loving arms
Wrap ‘round me to hug me tight.
I love the way that your beautiful smile
Sheds into my soul God’s light.

Sometimes through the week, when I get down
When the darkest night’s about me.
I look forward to Sunday when
My best friend I get to see.

Thanks once again for being my friend,
And I really hope you know.
We’ll stick together until the end
And in Christ, our friendship will grow.

by Hi-Dong Chai |
Categories: america, change,

How America has changed

How America has changed

(First Sunday in Austin, Texas, 1955)
I go to church 
Ten minutes early
To meditate and pray

I hear an organ playing
“In Christ there is no east no west
In Him no south no north
One great family bound by love
Throughout whole wide earth’

I open my eyes
I look front and back
All pews are filling up

I look to my right
I look to my left
No one comes
Sits in my pew

What’s happening?
I wonder
Do I smell?

I look around again
No blacks
No browns
But all whites

Except me


BUT TODAY

You know the answers
All I can say is
I am grateful to be an American

by Sunlite Wanter |
Categories: fantasy, nostalgia,

Sunday Sonnet

Sunday Sonnet

A floating Sunday stew spells love to me
A bit of sage, and steam from rosemary,
Can you hear the sizzle and yummy call,
The smell of stewed cinnamon applies in fall.

Waiting for homemade dinner’s smells to eat,
Nap on Sunday, then pie or cake for treats,
This is what imagination’s made of,
Harmonizing in the rumble seat sun.

Savoring potatoes, tomatoes and meat,
Cream gravy that oozes, and can’t be beat,
Family humming sleepy nostalgic songs.
And I know that I am where I belong.

I am yearning for the ordinary,
Though home is not ordinary to me.



by John Watt |
Categories: art, love,

Que Seurat, Seurat

Like a Seurat painting
I view my life up close
and see a million tiny colored dots:
       eating breakfast
       driving to work
       writing a poem
       watching television
       playing a game
       singing a song
       going to the park on a Sunday afternoon

You view these dots 
from the proper distance,
blend them together 
with kind, generous eyes
and you see art


(an ekphrasis poem after the pointillism painting "A Sunday Afternoon 
on the Island of La Grande Jatte", by Georges Seurat, 1886)

by Sunlite Wanter |
Categories: inspirational,

This Sunday Morning

This Sunday Morning

The plague has shut our church doors this morning,
Even the lovely lawn is bare of chairs.  
If you like, you can turn to the internet, though
It’s not the same as warm handshakes, hugs or building fair,

But lo, here arching trees form a cathedral,
As I think of you in prayer,
The birds are singing in a songbird choir,
And squirrels ushering, gathering here and there.

There are drifting clouds of alabaster white angels,
And scriptures’ fluttering pages,
Soft breezes carry the whispers of worshiping parishioners,
With fervent petitions for those who are missing,

And the Devil weeps! – he has not won.
For all this is God’s unending Love!


by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: beautiful, cat, image,

SUNDAY WISHES






         A heavenly kitty with hairs,so soft and gray.
         Dropping by to wish you a most serene Sunday.
         Her eyes, so greenish-gold, have secret stories,
         never told!

         Love,
         Panagiota 


by Mark Koplin |
Categories: easter,

He has risen

He has risen

Happy Easter and Resurrection Sunday to thee.
A great man has risen from the dust and debris.
Excellence achieved and many souls now saved.
Your path for mankind has now been paved.

What a beautiful a sight it must have been.
Walking out of that tomb and going home to your kin.
So much suffering and life-saving blood you have shed.
Immeasurable love showed by you, and by example you have led.

Rejoice in this day, we are no longer blind.
The darkness is gone, only light we now find.
Jesus has died for all our many sins.
He has now ascended into heaven a new era begins.

by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: home, sunset,

SUNDAY NIGHT SERENADE





It was a very humid day.
However,the leaves are waving at the sun.
Like pennants at a football game.
The branches of the trees doing a belly dance 
at close of this day.
The kitchen smells like a diner with
fresh meatloaf.
My cat, licks her jaws happily after her
dinner.
Almost time to put down my quill.
To bathe, to dream, above all, to love.
And most importantly, to be grateful

             

                   June 14, 2020
                     8pm  PST
              
                   Poem # 1241

by Toquyen Harrell |
Categories: faith,

You got it on Easter Sunday

Did you know?
Know
Love
Lord

by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: introspection,

Home Sweet Home Acrostic

Heartfelt hugs envelope the soul
Overjoyed reunion circles the mind
Magnetic pull welcomes to come home
Extraordinary warmth gives peace sublime

Satisfying joy uplifts once again
Worthy memories escape the gray
Enticing thoughts circumvent the synapse
Entertains every emotion of love
Taste joy and see that it is good

Harmonious days filled the lives
Outstanding reminiscence in mind's eye
Mesmerizing cognizance lingers still
Ecstatic feelings felt at home sweet home
  

Inspired by John Hamilton's contest
Written: Sunday January 31, 2016

by Uwe Stroh |
Categories: angst, faith, love,

Guilt

Sunday morning sleep in
Sex is on my mind
Church bell rings true