Best Monotonous Poems
With each passing day
There comes a monotony.
Arriving as the same old, same old.
The oneness of time and occurrence.
The sun rises in the distance,
Its color always radiant,
But always one, with only a cloud or two
To kiss its sameness. Its hue.
The wren and finch work their tune
As in a competition, always there.
Always drowning out all others.
Flitting and jumping about nervously.
The leaves do their wind dance,
Waving "good morning."
Swaying, swerving, hanging.
Always. But always.
What routine they have, all nature
Shines, flies, sings and rings
Out to me. To all
Yet never grows old,
Nor ceases to amaze.
We thank you old sol.
We hear you bright fowl.
We see you turning leaves.
A symphony performing for us.
Each day. What amazement.
What sheer delight.
We thank you, ... all.
Drudgery
Monday I’m groggy
Want to stay in my bed
Tuesday’s a bit better
But wish I were dead
Wednesday is hump day
I don’t care one single bit
Thursday’s pre-Friday
And I’m ready to quit
Friday drags on
I need a few beers
Saturday’s cheerful
No need to shed tears
Sunday’s much needed
Off early to bed
‘Twas a long week
There’s another ahead...
~J.D. Cromwell
Monorhymes: monotonous, boring verse
Often thoughtless, constructed in reverse
Never flowing freely, quite the converse
Only ever poetic slime, coerced
Requiring at times phrasing less diverse
Harsh, all grit and grime, tortured, strangely terse
Yet perhaps not - one can find them quite perverse!
Maybe include acrostics, intersperse,
Embed monoku’d sweet rhymes when traversed?
Surprisingly, a sublime universe!
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for the SINGLE STANZA MONORHYME Poetry Contest
sponsored by Milt Hankins
written 10/4/22
This contains a monorhyme, an acrostic, and an embedded monorhyme that is also a monoku
The pain I've felt this past year
Makes me wonder how I made it to here
The pain and the tears --- built up in shame
Go for a lot of one person to blame
The pieces of my heart ripped to shreds
This current life I've bled and I've bled
I've lost a lot and gained absolutely nothing back
Like my world is miserable and completely caked in black
The stars in the sky --- shine no more
This life I lead on repeat --- constant horror
The sheltered human race --- so unintelligent and so small
Nobody will ever be there to constantly catch your fall
Truly alone, exquisite, and so very bleak
Very rarely will you ever find what your passionate soul seeks
Sinister darkness --- and an invisible way
Dance shadows around you --- beckoning to play
3:30am --- the blistering evil thickens around
Jumping and shaking with every sound
Paranoid whispers --- tales of the old
Shuttering and shaking in this poisonous cold
My breath swirls crispy in front of my nose
Curiously wandering deep inside --- where nobody ever goes
Evil and laughing the sounds turn your back
But once again you turn around --- and there's nothing but monotonous black
The voices and whispers curse you in vain
Looking for somebody to always point the blame
Waves of the visions of places you see
Will never again, ever again --- be
The Earth it crumbles under your feet
Searching for something you know you'll never seek
Frustrated and shunned you want to cry
And deep inside --- you want to die
Inside your soul grows smaller and dim
Lost your way once again to him
Separate and confused you try to ignore it and live
But absolutely can not without the lessons he gives
Scared and confused --- lost and distraught
The way he knows you can be --- you are not
Giving up from conflicted pain of the past
Nothing --- for me --- ever is good enough to last
So here I dwindle and disintegrate in despair
Waiting weak and exhausted --- 'til I can be there...
Standing on the road alone
Shadow is fading into the atmosphere
And disappearing into the universe
Puddles are reflecting the sky
I found myself standing there
I didn’t realize that I was alone
The wind agitated the sky in the puddles
I disappeared into the universe
I forgot how many years passed
After I found myself in a puddle
Forgetting and being forgotten
I lost my shadow from my memory
The shadow was a shadow, not reality
Stepping into the sky in a puddle
I am trying to connect to myself
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A monotonous cacophony
Of droning moans,
Makes my ears cry for,
Melodious tones,
This torture continues without abate,
Till there’s no more that I can possibly take.
Music should be something,
About which I care,
Not a growl that makes me pull out my hair.
But if this insipid groan,
Must continually assault my ear,
I pray my hearing will soon disappear.
Verse
There is a shattered singular second of life stabbing the solar plexus inside me.
Holding on to the past is adding more fuel to the raging inferno.
Deep inside the anguish cries go unanswered.
Failure seems to be stamped all over my face.
I am seeking solitude so silent that you can hear a pin drop.
I am trying to quiet the negative conscious thoughts streaming through my mind.
So I can move on to bigger and better plateaus.
I know that every time I hesitate, I will only add more grief to my existence.
Finding the silver lining in all of this is easier said than done.
Fiery passion fixating on a new futuristic endeavor is my desire.
To this end I will break out of the monotonous moment.
"You don't belong here!"
They said.
They doubted the authenticity
Of my identity.
Black night bade me come in,
Provided I sang a song.
Paroxysms of regret filled my song;
The monotonous song from my ektara.
It was a parody of how the sun rises;
And zoetropically sets.
To unveil the black night.
It felt as though the pants had been
Yanked right off my melancholy.
The polka dot boxers underneath
Were memories, regrets and yearnings.
They were scattered like foreign coins
On the side walk and
Not even beggars could pick them up
For they were worthless in that country,
Corresponding to nothing but themselves.
To be righteously indignant and selfish,
Black night taught me.
My packing paraphernalia converged
In the room where I kept the tune of my
Monotonous song and soundless ektara.
My host though bright and caring,
Had hidden many truths from my soul
For fear it would be broken further.
I pulled the pants of pride up
My melancholy and gathered my shekels.
I shuffled off into the next chapter of life,
An instructive detour complete.
Black night wiped off my invisible tears.
Black night was a knight in white
But unrighteous in his cause which he
Veneered behind a triad to give it colour.
Black night bade me come in,
Provided I sang a song.
Paroxysms of regret filled my song;
The monotonous song from my ektara.
As I struck its string
Black night nodded his head
As if enjoying the sound of my sorrow.
Black night deceived me!
Interpreters lead a monotonous life
Always sitting behind close doors
Repeating what other people say
Again and again and cautiuosly
Their job isn't just about language translation
They serve as bridge, ships, high-speed trains
And shipping routes that connect the world
Do you think they are great
But I'd like to be one of them.