Best Mondays Poems

“I hate Mondays,” yes, I surely do,
I say aloud while folding up that shirt
which, with some other tops, I'm giving to
the Goodwill store along with an old skirt.

I think about last weekend and how fast
it went. How wonderful it was to lie
around the house! ...

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I contemplated a suitable description
To sum up my life.  A truthful depiction
I considered a title for a romantic comedy
But I gave up romance, in exchange for monogamy 
Humor is a product of my relentless misfortunes
I’m trapped in a recurrence of Monday mornings
In a permanent...

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It's Monday
The day of the dead leaves and fresh flowers
The dry and wet hours
Like the other days
Of life and death
The desert and the lake
Thousands of the little ponds
The debris waiting for the mansion
Farmers stacking the hay
The trains that run every day

It's Monday
It's raining
As it rained...

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Mondays were school days.
Mondays were rule days.
Mondays can be cruel days.

Sundays make me sing
but Mondays bring
open books,
a crooked look from the boss,
leaving crying children
with their first strangers.

The outlook for Monday
might be blue
or overly optimistic.

Moms love Mondays,
circling the day
with a fat red marker.

Moony-eyed Mondays,
for lovers
separated by...

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A Lady of the Night took fright
When she saw her customer's plight
For Jack-the-Ripper
Held a glass slipper
On a Monday, nothing goes right!...

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The tears champion ... rain
Harmonic drops from the sky
Just for fun ... could I stop it ?
If action is not stronger than a flower
Monday morning with rhymes and free rhythm
The emotions can not be copied
Keeping me alive, no longer mourning


Everyone is talking about the weather
"After...

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Somber skies sully an overcast day,
effectively dragging my spirits down.
Especially if it's on a Monday;
when my smile tends to flip into a frown.

The stinging droplets burn like acid tears, 
trickling down my cheeks as I walk to work.
And on Mondays, those drops morph into spears
as...

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Forgetting all I knew...brought me back to you…

For you are my SOUL-SHINING fragrance-
a  t i c k l e  in the dark lights a spark.
You’re more than an acquaintance-
Edges of cliffs have brought me a lift
up to your eyes, oh please have patience.
I’ve...

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You love me because I live a 10 minute walk from your house

And I don’t mind when MDMA Mondays

Render you useless between the sheets

You love me because I nod in the right places and

Don’t tell your mother that you smoke

You love me because

It’s easier to...

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I know... my shirt says I hate Mondays
And while I appreciate the donation
I've no intentions of shooting children 
and becoming the next media sensation...

...just because it's Monday
Actually any day I still breathe, I feel blessed
And lately one day just runs into the next
So, no, I...

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diamond rings
and romantic flings
stop being 
because the summer birds 
no longer sing
word?

broken wings
and exiled kings
write beautiful or ugly things
just beware of what this brings
have I never told you 
my fingers produce lighting
seriously!

hieroglyphic writings
rare sightings
and priceless findings
I hope rhymes like these
are more to your liking
thanks :)...

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Coffee scented procrastination,
 Time is an illusion...

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Rainy days and Mondays 
the mood reflects red wine. 
Midsummer blues that stays, 
kindness is the sunshine.

The mood reflects red wine,
Nothing' to do, but frown; 
kindness is the sunshine,
don't let the sun go down.

Nothing' to do, but frown,
getting quite romantic 
don't let the sun go...

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Like a persistent pest
it is an uninvited guest 
it ousts me from cozy nest
only to snap my sweet rest

My Monday morning alarm
takes a slap on him with no harm
the day stares at my tantrum
after the alarm states its dictum

I pull myself out in gall
worst day...

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Rising on this Monday morning
Making breakfast like Monday wife
Burning eggs in Owens Corning
Starting early my Monday strife

Mirror glance, I have Monday hair
Sunday wet-head is Monday death
Feeling like I have Monday care
Emitting stench, my Monday breath

Gulping down strong hot Monday joe
Steaming coffee burns Monday face
Fairest of...

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