Best Monosyllabic Poems
My
Love
For
You
Is
Pure
And
True
When
I
Am
Dead
Nought
Said
( A Monosyllabic Sonnet )
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Categories:
monosyllabic, death, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Spaceward: genesis, obedience, fathomless: universe.
In Cerulean: lambent, sullen, discernible: Close ignite.
With harmony: hypaethral, skyward, aether: womb hiccups
Whelm time: serenade, stardust, drizzles: diamond dust,
Overall trends: extinguish, slumber, wonder: celestial hymn,
By extolling: Argyle, twinkle, soothing: miraculous rule
Alabaster Gypsum: portholes, peering, ogling: rain glints
Rubicund Jocund: ventral, sheqalim, vivid: lured stars
Exalt air: Blistering, bleeding, molting: Corolla collide
Orotund Moire: Kaleidoscopic, sentient, dusk: carnal life
Grab fistful: Dripping, purple, precipitation: Sunburnt sky
Dodging Venus: Flytrap, ill-wishers, pyramids: Shift astern.
This variation on sonnet XL1 to illustrate what Kuhlmann intended .
kuhlmann is a verse poem of two phrases interspered with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns,adjectives )with an integral title.The label and form is derived from the baroque poet Quirinus Kuhlmann's 50 sonnet
form Love-kiss XLI
Poem inspired by the sonnet penned by Brian Stand
Categories:
monosyllabic, analogy, appreciation, sky, stars,
Form:
Sonnet
One to one poem
From the far sky, the lone sun rules the earth
Of heat and light it's not at all in dearth
But what all it gives birth to may not so stand
For it is all messed up by man’s hands.
Love is what one yearns to get all the time
It’s for free like heat and light in all climes
Why at all is love so hard to come by
Does it at the sight of man try to fly?
To try to fit in and live a tight life
In this man made mess is to go through strife
Like when one wants to make up a cute verse
With words of one sound which makes it quite terse.
14th Jan 13
Form: Couplet (made up of only monosyllabic words)
For David’s “One to one “ contest
Categories:
monosyllabic, inspirational, light, , cute,
Form:
Couplet
Policy or personal
questions? In the poem Two White Wines
a child adopted from Cambodia
is a thing of beauty, and so she is
as she showed herself to be yesterday. Lovely. However
the poet implies market, i.e. economic, forces brought her to America
when, as her parents know, it was war,
the sad Vietnam War or the War with America
as I think the Vietnamese remember it.
Honor and bravery
equal courage. Reed Whittemore's poem about
a photo of Viet Cong prisoners, stoic, defiant
under an American officer's boot
expresses admiration for the enemy. Then and now
a dangerous sentiment. Your fellow citizens, denizens
of convenience stores, even your family,
may come to see you as the enemy. Once ostracized, the other,
not belonging to the loved ones, you're not long for
this world of dew.
**** and ****
Ken says, describes America's culture, not its poets
or jazz. What's worth fighting for?
Your land, your right to be stupid on your land.
Now there is one large land, one people
and many. The vote is a crude, monosyllabic grunt,
no way to express the subtle degrees of experience
our long lives represent. Thus,
it is good, when the family gathers, to talk,
each person speak
of what has been forgotten, forgiven and forgone.
Trading or taking
every family must be tithed or taxed.
Every man who finds his meaning in war
will be pained into wisdom and gentleness.
Who comes home
comes home to a future that bypassed the fighting, or did it?
The oil must be sold,
even Saddam or Osama cannot withhold it.
You can drink your quota of water
and still your heart can ache.
Empire or democracy
of nations? We can choose to be the reigning kings
between the last empire and the next
or we can implement a vision
of collective deliberation.
America the seeing-eye dog,
not America the junkyard dog.
Going question by question
toward predictable, transparent governance.
Example: How can a people become a nation
without resorting to violence or incurring violent reaction?
Categories:
monosyllabic, america, courage, dog, future,
Form:
Free verse
Early October when the bomb went off,
Tearing us apart.
A brother here, a sister there.
Scattered across the globe.
Like the shock had made
Roots suddenly disappear.
Wandering to find them again.
Something to anchor me to life,
And something to pretend
That none of this ever happened.
It was like walking under a tree
Green burning bright
Like a star in the night.
Until it drops its snow
Right down your back
And your spine inverts itself.
The snow no colder than
The snowball fight earlier.
But never expected.
I never expected any of this
I trusted you,
I loved you.
But after you left,
We didn’t talk for months.
You didn’t understand that.
How could you think,
Nothing would change between us?
When you tore my heart right out.
I was a child,
Not a liver,
I’m not that resilient!
Are you stupid?
Or can you just think
That wishfully?
Couldn’t you have thought wishfully,
About her too?
Build her up in your mind.
Something better than she was,
Instead of leaving me all alone with her,
The only boy around.
We were six!
Then just three,
Only boy was me.
Brothers dug for oil,
Money for their toil.
We all got new family.
Pretend it’s normal
This prefix ‘step’ for everybody.
A monosyllabic word for ignorance.
Did you have stinging nettles
In the corners of your mind,
Shrouding your secrets from yourself?
I didn’t know what a man was!
How could I instantly become?
I guess you didn’t know either.
I found a new father,
He’s never let me down.
He’s unshakeable.
Yeah we talk now,
About the weather,
And the price of gas.
But it will never be the same,
I can’t think that wishfully.
I won’t struggle to get as close.
You used to hold me close,
Just to be near me,
I treasure the memory.
It was twelve years ago you left,
Twelve years with a cleft heart.
When you changed the definition of home.
I’m trying to be eloquent now,
But all I can think of,
Is just how much it hurt.
Categories:
monosyllabic, childhood, conflict, divorce,
Form:
Free verse
You indicated I don’t listen.
I respectfully disagree.
I hear you.
I just don’t like what you have to say.
Pretending to ignore you takes tremendous effort.
Quick to dismiss
that which emanates from a source
other than your own lips –
and it’s not like you’re the only one who likes to hear himself talk.
Trying to sleep
never should be undertaken.
That’s why we fall asleep.
There’s no effort.
Fall’s inevitable.
There’s a season for everything.
But this one’s
short lived
and seemingly doesn’t come as often as it used to
before global warming and other major concerns
evidently.
… thinking about our earlier discussion
makes me wish I lacked lips
and that the cliché about going in
one ear and out the other was more
literal than figurative.
I figure eventually this noise will
QUIET DOWN!
so that trying morphs
to falling
and dreamless sleep supplants
the constant drone of something
terribly wrong.
Panic attacks that
neverend
or seemingly seem so
prior to this pillow talk –
a case for a better
container:
containment is key.
It turns out
that my point of entry
always my biggest nightmare.
Big is such a small word.
I wish it was more attentive
of its status as an anomaly –
just a monosyllabic
monstrosity of awfulness.
B-I-G
A word so tiny
even toddlers
master its annunciation.
BIG!
From that which is so small.
If I said I forgave you
it would be nothing but a lie
but you would not apologize
anyway.
So all this talk is trash.
Be the big one.
Say you’re sorry.
Just refuse for another
Pronouncement
of lackluster
underachievement.
My comfort zone.
I’m sorry.
Yet again.
Categories:
monosyllabic, depression, fear, forgiveness, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
let every old woman with a wrinkled face,
she should be aware,she lives in disgrace,
a furrowed brow,hairy lip and single tooth,
know me well,i'll get the truth.
a squinty eye and scolding tongue,
the squeaky voice she's had from very young,
you will never hide from me,
i'm the witch hunter general you see.
my name shall be feared throughout this land,
my hunting of witches will go as planned,
first you'll be tossed into a cell,
stripped naked and starved,until you tell.
i'll start to prick to cause you pain,
and i'll do it over and over again,
then you'll be bound to stool or table,
cross legged of course,even if you're not able.
after twenty four hours the cramps will set in,
again poked and prodded,but i'll use a new pin,
you'll then walk the stones til your feet bleed,
still i reckon you don't get to feed.
then you're taken for a swim in the lake,
your baptism water you didn't take,
if you're innocent you will drowned,
but if you sink a true witch i've found.
this cruelty wasn't enough,mathew got no kicks,
a new style was developed,it only took two ticks,
he bent victims double,tied thumb to big toe,
a rope round the waist,in the water they'd go.
these people were worn down by his torturous way,
but hopkins was going to have his say,
one question he used in the brow beating session,
you're aquainted with the devil,i want a confession.
a nod or monosyllabic reply will do the trick,
or my man will beat you again with the stick,
then poor john lowes,a suffolk minister of note,
was told you're a witch,i can tell by your coat,
a quarrelsome gent of seventy was poor john,
disliked by many,they wanted him gone,
hopkins took the task to prove he was right,
john was kept awake for many a day and a night.
they ran him till he was out of breath,
he was weary, and scared half to death,
so he confessed to get some peace,
then the torturous pain would cease.
hopkins said"another one i didn't let survive",
john went to the scaffold august 1645,
no cleargy would read for him at his grave,
a villager said"to the devil john was no slave".
who knows how many poor sould were lost,
letting hopkins rule,had it's own cost,
more than 200 people this way met their fate,
by the time hopkins hit norfolk,it was too late.
his trials of blood passed through our countryside,
in his work mathew hopkins took great pride.
Categories:
monosyllabic, history, people, water, people,
Form:
Verse
Monosyllabic
Indivisibility,
Congratulations!
Categories:
monosyllabic, philosophy
Form:
Haiku
Bricabrac. Old and sick in Krakow, Czeslaw complained of his to a fellow (Irish) Nobelista. My fate too (though I am not a poet, I think, and so do I deserve it?)? Like alphabet soup. Lots of letters. Enough to make a small book. Swimming, refusing to join others in the sparest, most economic, incarnation - a monosyllabic word. Let alone a sentence that might be read front to back. Bricabrac.
2016 June 29
Categories:
monosyllabic, anxiety, soccer,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Each new day, one new leaf;
book of life, joy, or grief.
As each drifts to our pile
pray it's stamped with a smile.
One new yarn- spun each day;
planned or not, hope it may
fill our page with a prize,
not with sad tears or sighs.
We can't change each day's tale;
once it's done, pass or fail.
Good or bad, we must pray
for more hope the next day.
Hope is strength, the prime key;
do our best- try to see-
new day's glass as half filled.
On that thought, we can build.
Faith in hope gives us might-
to bear days packed with plight;
to cheer those full and rife.
So grows our book of life.
February 7, 2018
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: Late March
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 03/24/2018
~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Your Favorite Poem Written In February
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 02/27/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: 120 Words
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 02/10/2018
Monosyllabic (one-syllable words only)
6 words per line only
Categories:
monosyllabic, books, inspirational, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Strikingly: individual ethic odes: the bereft
Tangible anger: mood most sharp: the heft
Some adorn: leaf buds; flowers: the bloom
From fortress: Lilies induce some: spare room
Golden loom: hang like crimson: the hillside
Seed furrow: drives elation pride: drill guide
But Nature: requisite course time: her beauty
Her paleness: bustle apathy; joy: inner sooty
Whence arose: plain fanning faint: her perfume
Unrifled bloom: rich vials scent: wings plume
Genial earth: envy; prized cheeks: hour of birth
Spring arose: hues views splendor: clean mirth
Written: March 31, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1205 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Kuhlmann is a poem of two phrases interspersed with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns, adjectives, etc)with an integral title. The label and form are derived from the baroque poet Qiorinus Kuhlmann's special sonnet form Love-kiss XLI/ Inspired by the poem KUHLMANN the form written by Poet: Brian Strand
Categories:
monosyllabic, analogy, appreciation, spring,
Form:
Sonnet
My friend, I wish you not to think me rude
Or to have wronged you when I spoke so terse
Now I must be I fear, in your sight viewed
Odd at the best or cold if at the worst.
Some men I see can weave their speech with ease.
Yes, some it seems can speak with tongues so quick.
Like kites their words float light on but a breeze;
Lame fall my words, when spoke, more like a brick
And land to frame the walls that form my cell.
By trust will soon that jail of fear be razed.
In time if pressed you come to know me well
Choose then to ask; I'll talk to you for days
8.7.18
In addition to being an acrostic poem, it is also written with only monosyllabic words (because in addition to being a poet, I'm also a little bit crazy)
Categories:
monosyllabic, silence,
Form:
Acrostic
The cuttlefish are laughing today. Comedy came creating calm conical creations. A large cake came wading over the nine mile swamp. Why are you sat in a hexagonal formation? Dominance is derived from daring deeds. To which the five foot reeds replied we are hexagonal mineral compositions and compositions are complete and complete is a chamber of commerce in a restaurant dining. Just modern rails on flailing arms, legs and beads sweaters with hats and scarfs. All in preparation for snowing times ahead. But first along comes the leopard in a pair of skintight trousers and a vest top. It is dancing around and singing away. The microphone is very fed up as it does not enjoy monosyllabic format of over ingested creations. It prefers the periodic pyramid style of the pies of historical thought. Ideological ignorance ignoring inspired ideas. And the glowing colourful plasterboard smiling and smoking and speaking to the round tub of plant. So go tickle a fish then with a ticket. Hahaha pleasing placemats hahaha nine foot cup of coffee carrying a coconut tree. Xxxxx Inspirational Z that was the p Y Q reporting from the zone of play castles and doll houses with a break for tea and cakes. Ok good. Z
Categories:
monosyllabic, absence, angel, anniversary, anxiety,
Form:
Blindingly bright: flames devour rocky:
the cliff.
Provide shape: pace matter falter:
into skiff.
Flaring lava: falls spinelike leaps:
as waterfall.
Mother nature: monstrous farce vast:
peak tall.
Roused dawn: shine grace glide:
from sky.
Sloughing paints: bright shades blaze:
the eye.
Scalding steam: flow plunge strong:
daze lava.
Erupting volcano: crater flame scent:
the java!
Defiant against: posh rough notched:
the assault
Cherry blossom: tree gripping charged:
a fault
Growing proud: bright shades stark:
the sight
Nature endearing: lovers blooms lust:
the blight
1st place contest winner
Written: March 06, 2023
Upto You Again Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Kuhlmann is a poem of two phrases interspersed with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns, adjectives, etc)with an integral title. The label and form are derived from the baroque poet Qiorinus Kuhlmann's special sonnet form Love-kiss XLI/ Inspired by the poem KUHLMANN the form written by Poet: Brian Strand
Categories:
monosyllabic, analogy, appreciation, mountains, voice,
Form:
Sonnet
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Hitler was running for his life he was near the depression in the road the sound
of falling bombs was deafening He was like an animal now sure that he was
about to be destroyed and that is what happened in our lifeline but there is a
Watcher. He stepped out of the clouds like a JESUS. He touched Hitler on the
sleeve and Hitler paused. His narrow eye was scanning the Watcher. WHO what
how Hitler was monosyllabic. Eye am an alien from your Future
CharlaxAndroidOneSeven. Eye am the Watcher sent to save you. Do you want to
live in a different timeline Adolf? Yes the Fuhrer nodded. State & Party Leader
Hitler Führer was the title granted by Chancellor Hitler to himself by the Enabling
Law which gave him supreme power in the German Reichstag (Parliament), as
part of the process of Gleichschaltung, following the death of the last
Reichspräsident of the Weimar Republic, Paul von Hindenburg, on August 2,
1934. The new position, fully named Führer und Reichskanzler (Leader and
Chancellor of the (Third) Reich), unified the offices of State/Party leader
(Germany becoming a one-party state at this point) and Chancellor, formally
making Hitler Germany's Head of State as well as Head of Government
respectively; and, in practice, the Dictator of the Nazi Third Reich.
Nazi Germany cultivated the Führerprinzip (leader principle), and Hitler was
generally known as just der Führer ("the Leader"). One of the Nazis' most-
repeated political slogans was ''Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ein Führer' - 'One People,
One Empire, One Leader'. See Part Two now see eh???
Categories:
monosyllabic, imagination, mystery, natural disasters,
Form:
Prose Poetry