There’s something about Sunday mornings that’s hard to put into words. Maybe it’s the peaceful stillness, the anticipation of a lazy day, or the memories of childhood rituals. But we’re going to try to capture that feeling anyway with five original and unique poems about Sunday morning.
Each of these poems offers a different perspective on this special time of the week, whether it’s the quiet of an empty house, the smell of coffee brewing, or the chirping of birds outside. Join us as we explore the magic of Sunday mornings through the art of poetry.
Here are five poems about Sunday morning that will transport you to a place of calm and tranquility.
The Calm Within
Sunday morning dawns, soft and bright,
A time for peace, a moment of respite,
From the busy days that came before,
A chance to unwind, to open the door.
To the calm within, that rests inside,
A place of stillness, where we can abide,
And let the world spin, without our care,
For a moment of peace, we need to repair.
The sun rises high, above the trees,
A gentle breeze, whispers in the leaves,
The world awakens, slowly and slow,
A peacefulness, that begins to flow.
The birds sing sweetly, their morning tune,
A chorus of life, in the stillness of the room,
A symphony of nature, that sings of peace,
A moment of calm, that helps us release.
From the stress and strain, of the week gone by,
From the worries and fears, that make us sigh,
A moment of peace, to let it all go,
To find the stillness, that rests below.
The world outside, may be in turmoil,
With chaos and conflict, that causes us to recoil,
But inside, we find a peaceful place,
A moment of calm, that fills us with grace.
We sit in silence, with a cup of tea,
Watching the world, with a sense of glee,
For in this moment, we are free,
To be who we are, and let it be.
Sunday morning, a time to reflect,
To find the peace, that we all expect,
A moment of calm, that fills our soul,
And helps us to be, once again whole.
So let us embrace, this peaceful time,
And let our hearts, with love and light shine,
For in this moment, we are divine,
A reflection of peace, that is truly sublime.
The Silence of Sunday
The silence of Sunday, a calm in the air,
A moment to breathe, to let down one’s hair,
To step back from the world, to take a deep breath,
To reflect and connect, to see what is left.
For Sunday mornings are often quiet,
A time to tune out the world’s riot,
To find a moment of peace within,
To let the silence, be our closest kin.
The world outside may still spin and turn,
But on Sunday mornings, we take a turn,
To pause, to reflect, to see what we’ve learned,
To let the silence, help us discern.
For in the quiet, there is great power,
A chance to connect, to reach our tower,
Of inner strength and wisdom, a light that shines,
A path that guides, that intertwines.
With the rhythm of our heartbeat,
With the whisper of our soul’s retreat,
Into the space that Sunday mornings provide,
Where we can let our worries subside.
And in that quiet, we find our way,
To connect with our hearts, to seize the day,
To let our minds wander, to take a walk,
To embrace the stillness, to let it talk.
For in the silence of Sunday mornings,
We find a space that is free from warnings,
A moment of calm, of peace and rest,
A chance to connect with our very best.
So let us take that time, that precious hour,
To embrace the silence, to feel the power,
Of the quiet, of the stillness, of the peace,
And let it guide us, to our own release.
For in the silence of Sunday mornings,
We find a space that is free from warnings,
A chance to connect with all that is true,
And let the quiet, guide us through.
Reflections on a Sunday Morning
A Sunday morning, so quiet and still,
A moment to pause, to reflect and chill,
To breathe in the air, to listen to the sound,
Of a world awakening, a symphony profound.
A time for reflection, for thoughts to flow,
For introspection, a chance to grow,
To gain perspective, to find our way,
To set intentions, for a brand-new day.
For Sunday mornings are a gift of time,
To connect with our spirit, to find the sublime,
To seek the truth, to find our voice,
To make a choice, to live with poise.
To contemplate life, its highs and lows,
To let go of strife, to find repose,
To breathe in the beauty, of a world so grand,
To find our duty, to take a stand.
And as we reflect, on our lives so far,
On our hopes and dreams, our wounds and scars,
We find the courage, to face our fears,
To shed our baggage, and dry our tears.
For Sunday mornings are a moment in time,
A chance to renew, to heal and climb,
To the peak of our dreams, to reach the sky,
To spread our wings, and learn to fly.
To connect with the world, in all its wonder,
To find our place, to break asunder,
The chains that bind, our spirit bright,
To let it shine, like a star so light.
And as we go forth, into the week ahead,
With a renewed spirit, with nothing to dread,
We carry with us, the lessons we’ve learned,
The love we’ve earned, and the wisdom we’ve earned.
For Sunday mornings are a gift, so true,
A time to reflect, on what we need to do,
To live a life, of purpose and grace,
To find our place, in this wondrous space.
A Slow, Sweet Start
Sunday morning, a time to unwind,
To let go of the worries, that cloud the mind,
A moment to breathe, to take it slow,
And indulge in the pleasures, that life can bestow.
A cup of coffee, steaming hot,
A sip of pleasure, that hits the spot,
A moment to savor, to enjoy the taste,
A reminder that life, should not be a race.
A book in hand, a world to explore,
A journey of wonder, that cannot be ignored,
A chance to escape, into another place,
And let the imagination, run wild in space.
Music in the air, a sweet melody,
A rhythm that dances, and sets us free,
A moment to sway, to feel the beat,
A reminder that life, can be oh so sweet.
Sunday morning, a time to take,
A break from the demands, that make us ache,
A moment to relax, to let it all go,
To embrace the pleasures, that life can bestow.
To linger in bed, a few minutes more,
To savor the stillness, that waits at the door,
To breathe in the calm, and exhale the stress,
A reminder that life, can be filled with finesse.
For in the leisurely moments, that Sunday can bring,
We find a sense of peace, and a chance to sing,
A song of gratitude, for the life we live,
A reminder that there’s so much to give.
So let us embrace, the slow, sweet start,
And cherish the moments, that touch the heart,
For Sunday morning, is a chance to renew,
To refresh the spirit, and begin anew.
Together on Sunday
Sunday morning, a time to rest,
A time to gather, with those we love best,
To break bread together, to share a meal,
And to feel the warmth, of a love that’s real.
For Sunday mornings are family time,
A chance to connect, to unwind,
To laugh and talk, to share a smile,
And to make memories, that will last awhile.
We gather ’round the table, with joy in our hearts,
And we give thanks, for this precious part,
Of life, this time to be together,
To grow and learn, to love and weather.
The food we share, a symbol of our love,
A gift from above, sent from up above,
To nourish and sustain, to fill our souls,
And to remind us, that we are whole.
As we break bread together, we break down walls,
And we build bridges, that connect us all,
We share our joys, we share our sorrows,
And we find strength, for the tomorrows.
And as we move on, from this family time,
We carry with us, memories divine,
A sense of connection, a feeling of love,
And a reminder, that we are enough.
For Sunday mornings, are family time,
A chance to connect, to unwind,
To laugh and talk, to share a smile,
And to make memories, that will last awhile.
So let us gather, with those we hold dear,
And let us cherish, this time of the year,
A time to come together, a time to be whole,
A time to share our love, and to feel our souls.
