Best Monologues Poems

“It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.”
David Levithan

I will forever be as pure
as white virgin fibres,
in your onyx 
field of ravens.
When the 
star-crossed 
silhouette of 
bleeding ink,
ricochets like 
vindictive arrows,
within your...

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In silence, when darkness 
envelopes the sky,
unlock the glass windows 
of your mind, 
forgive the stars
that veiled their silver,
for it is in times of 
confusion and calamity,
we paint our own
rose wine twilight,
that scintillates beyond
fleeting fog of time and sanity.

Sometimes, we forget to 
appreciate nature’s performance,
as...

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  "I have been a stranger in a strange land."  Bible, Exodus 2:22  

I have been a stranger
I have been in a strange land
Land of forsaken frangipanis
Land of black diamonds
Diamonds never decay
Diamonds forever sparkle
Sparkle like neon fireflies 
Sparkle amidst darkness
Darkness depicting light
Darkness illuminating skies
Skies...

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When tangerine tinted tunes 
within 
  sunset serenades~
 unravel saffron symphonies,
  engrossed in 
  hibiscus hymns of hallelujah~
I swirl to radiant rays of 
  sakura stardust,
where mystical monologues 
of silent angels~
caress my sleepless canvas
  in riveting rhythm,
for I see caramelized...

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Dear New Poet Friend,

Modern poetry challenges traditional, tired monologues.
My advice; make your writing energetic, eccentric, and eclectic!
Explore exciting words that reinvent the world in new colors.

Your reader wants an unforgettable experience in their otherwise ordinary existence.  “Shake the norm and create a storm.” ...

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“blessings from above
transformed lust to love
delusion to illumination
earth-heaven bilocation” - Unseeking Seeker   

When rays of saffron atonement  
streak through the indigo skies,  
a glitter of dawn begins  
to break over the harsh steel night,  
and scents of strawberries ...

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She's in love with the sound of her own voice
The pitch the tone the octave
Her one favorite topic is herself
She loves her audience captive and attentive
Their politeness is nothing short of adoration
Convinced there's no topic more worthy of the podium
She pictures herself filling the city...

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O beloved chevalier, 
cloaked in shimmering champagne armor,
tonight I long to feel your sultry skin,
embroidered with emerald embellishments 
and twinkling teal topaz, 
tailored to tempt,
veiling these tanned desires.

My soul sways to a chained string 
of softened serenades,
where the definitions 
of this drawn devotion
dance amidst dusted...

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Dear penguin bearers, 

Your fears are my letters. 
Your attacks are my words. 
Your choking is my ink. 
Your voice is my language. 
Your trembling is the content of my story. 
Your agony is the magnitude of my magnum opus.  
 
I read your...

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You're surviving on milk but not baby my friend,
If you never eat meat, it's a joke to pretend
That your ego's poetic!
Your fool's soul's diabetic!
Yours a comatose bliss (that's not real) at the end.

Friend Ku's radioactive, MAN-made, hence unstable,
You've not studied the Bible, yourself? It's a...

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My Mother, like many saints, is compassionate,
Though lion-like, my father is considerate;
Like banyan tree, my family is well-branched out,
Grandmas, Grandpa, Uncles, Aunts - all are good; no doubt...
Precious among all, Pink Pearl, I am so lonely,
Cause - though ponder and wonder - I don't know...

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The Ash Can  ©

I got the call on Sunday night.  I was traveling on business.  When I looked at the caller ID
 I wondered why my husband’s boss would be calling me.  I was unprepared for what
 he told me and...

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It's not hunger for food 
And it makes one a fool 
It's really nothing good 
More like leaving a toddler in a pool 

All victims does panic 
But they're in as if they get a commission 
The actions are so ironic 
Leaving one amazed, on...

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I know six languages, 
The one I write in
The one I speak in,
My mother’s words,
My father's verse,
And those of my brothers.

My mother speaks quickly 
In baking terms and 80’s slang
She speaks in sewing materials,
Starbucks orders,
And references to Bon Jovi.

My father speaks with nature,
I just happen...

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Here I am-- again
Grabbing my pen, scribbling my pain
Into bleeding and excruciating words
That might end up killing me.
Damn, I need to let this out! 
I need to release all the dramas and doubt. 
My pen cries of simile again
Fighting considerately  in vain, 
Creating make-believe...

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