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! Too bad it never lasts.
To work I go and hope the hours will fly.
Weeks pass. The “I hate Monday” shirt now goes
to Africa where jeans and shirts and shoes
are given to the poor. Among the clothes,
my shirt is one a little boy will choose.
He walks a long way, then in dirt he works
each day so he can eat. Nobody pays
him money; he knows nothing about perks
or weekends. With his friends he rarely plays.
Beneath that shirt whose words he cannot read
his tummy growls, while I , so far away
across an ocean, grumble how I need
a break, and how I hate to wake on Monday!
Based on Picture #1
Written April 8,2016 for the Images that make you think Poetry Contest of S.O.
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 cloud. I’ll never get out
Indefinitely waiting on flowers to sprout
I realized my title should be gloomy and grey
I went with the name, Rainy Mondays
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 last Friday too
The leaves whisper
With the caterpillars
The rivers playing football
The children of water
The toad is in laughter
The breezes leave rustles in the blades
The larks look on
The flood has robbed a family of life
The relatives weep
The rains stop a little and smile
The window down under my heart
Calls me
It was on a Monday too
Only yesterday as it were
Do you remember?
Your permanent shadow
Arrived on my canvas
The dream painting I am still doing
The rain got jealous
It came down on the shadows heavily
The time got flooded
As the water receded
A little plant raised its head
Got blended with my butter and bread
Moon-flower in the dream
The sunbeams woke me up
Whenever Monday is accompanied
By the rains
The pains of the window
Call me to you
With the windows holding the flowery hues
I look for the brushes
To pick the colour
For the shadows of the rustles
Slowly and softly
The gladioli
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February 21, 2018
Rainy Days And Mondays - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
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!
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 the weekend.
Their love-mobile
yellow bus, reunites their lips.
Shy Mondays
hide behind rain clouds,
and binders and backpacks,
and inside lockers,
and behind thick glasses.
Fridays make you tingle.
Mondays are the starting line.
The race is on!
You step over the line
and yawn and sip
coffee with reluctance.
Your t-shirt speaks loudly,
“I don’t do Mondays!”
No one hears you.
7/30/2018
Tania Kitchin’s Contest
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 the rain comes the sun"
but that's just words
Let the weather be as it is,
listen to the music of the rain drops
We must love the one we hate most
even on monday's morning
20.02.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Contest sponsored by: Silent One
2nd place in the contest
Somber skies sully an overcast day,
effectively dragging my spirits down.
And especially so on a Monday,
as 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 I prod ahead, acting like a jerk.
It's strange; on other days without sunlight,
I don't get as upset about the rain.
But on a Monday, it just doesn't feel right;
like I'm enduring a self-imposed pain.
I don't pretend to know why this should be,
but rainy days and Mondays sadden me.
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 ran outdoors s e a r c h i n g for more,
yet you draw an ace; you burn me to the core-
...yeah you burn me to the core-
so let's close the door.
Tease me, please me- FORGET who I was,
s q u e e z e me and let me love you because…
I need you to breath-
and my need brings r e l i e f-
Oh, my need brings relief.
***CHORUS***
Share with me tomorrow’s sorrow’s-
Push me, shove me, as long as you land ABOVE me-
Weekend dances and evening romances,
S e c o n d glances from you I shall savor-
No party favors, just delicious flavors.
Candy-coated ice cream s u n d a e s-
YOU and ME in BED on Mondays.
***
Believe in things that come from ABOVE…
Love me, hold me, I know you once told me
to let go of my inhibitions without condition-
Sketch my body then m o l d me.
Unfold ridiculous and conspicuous situations-
I’ve been sold to your MIRACULOUS infatuations-
Beliefs into realities of old fatalities,
for I was dead; you brought e a s e to my mortality-
Trick me into r e v e a l i n g my appealing secret,
I kept concealing the truth; you told me to keep it
hidden from all who don’t care to know forbidden
l o v e…
oh, I can't get enough.
-no I can't get enough.
***CHORUS***
Share with me tomorrow’s sorrow’s-
Push me, shove me, as long as you land ABOVE me-
Weekend dances and evening romances,
S e c o n d glances from you I shall savor-
No party favors, just delicious flavors.
Candy-coated ice cream s u n d a e s-
YOU and ME in BED on Mondays.
***
Oh baby...
forgetting all I knew....brought me back to you.
Poem written on September 5, 2016
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 face has Monday woe
Tuesday’s child has had Monday grace
Dealing with grumpy Monday drive
Traffic moves a crawl, Monday speed
Lucky to be Monday alive?
Spatting cuss words, my Monday creed
Greeting my lazy Monday boss
Bitters my Monday rank and file
Losing the first Monday coin toss
Plastered an ugly Monday smile
Boss-man questions Monday alarm
Realize my fond Monday mistake
Drinking weekend did Monday harm
It’s Sunday and I am awake!
Never will I indulge in gin
Thinking that it’s Monday again!
Written 8/4/18
Contest: Mondays Poetry Contest
Hosted by: Tania Kitchin
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 love me than
To love no one atall
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 don't hate Mondays, it's just like the rest
I was taught not to hate, but there are things I don't like
Like... hauling dirty water which we lack due to the drought
Don't like lying to my little brother, saying everything will be ok
Nor the delirium this level of hunger and thirst has brought about
I don't like the earth drying up and looking like bark
and the trees bearing no leaves, and the animals dying
Don't like the stench of death that permeates the stagnant air
Nor sleepless nights I lay in the fetal position, crying
I don't like my parents feeling guilty that they can't provide more
and hoping we don't get ill, without doctors how would we ever survive?
I no longer dream about going to school one day, and I've lost the urge to play
So, no I don't hate Mondays, whatever day it is, I'm just happy we're all still alive
4/8/16
Coffee scented procrastination,
Time is an illusion
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 :)
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 with his wet pal
brings cold and chill rainfall
ever the two time it ill in call.
This double whammy that stirs
Rain and Monday take my slurs.
22-Feb-2018
Rainy Days And Mondays - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
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 down
feeling quite fantastic.
Getting quite romantic;
midsummer blues that stays,
feeling quite fantastic,
rainy days and Mondays.
Rainy Days and Mondays by window pane
I stand and gaze; where innocent mind play
to frolic until the sunshine does stay.
Rainy Days and Mondays by window pane;
rain under my feet joyful, must refrain
to walk out in the rain not in its sway.
Rainy Days and Mondays by window pane;
I stand and gaze; where innocent mind play.
2/19/2018
Pantoum & Triolet