Best Monotonous Poems

Sometimes life is the tragedy
of a fly, caught in a cobweb -
awaiting its fate.

It's happening again,
a child of summer misplaced
in the dawn of autumn's anguish....

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My mind is a puzzle of cryptic metaphors.
whilst searching for my sanity,
I've become my own worst enemy.
In this cauldron of despair,
time is like sand in...

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It seems that all my life I’ve seen some darker times
Now and then the times I knew were more than I could stand.
But, learn we...

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The Malkavian..Part 1

His mind has all the meaning of a madman that is screaming
Tortured and tormented, a life lived to be lamented 
His family, drained...

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Alas
how they suffer
poverty seeds disease 
like a puddle breeds mosquitoes - 
the sickly buzz is everywhere..

the dirge of the drudge 
nowadays damn near everyone in...

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Tribulations of testing times,
when a result of human crimes,
bring only melancholic rhymes.

You just desire to be understood,
when overwhelmed tears begin to flood.
Where there is not...

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I grew a beard
while waiting for you
it looks more and more
like I'll never get through

My left ear was aching
I switched to my right
This perpetual holding
has...

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Daylight is greeted with the horrific stench of food chunks 
swimming in stomach acid, dribbling onto bed sheets.
Accompanied with the embarrassment of
brown syrup puddle stains.

Head...

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As the winds breathe heavily darkened within fury
Moaning filled with clouds begins speaking 
Through stormy turbulent assaults with waves that kill

A ballad is blown away...

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I awake to the beautiful plaintive strains
Of a violin - then realize it’s just in my head
Just a dream - a shame to find
I’m in...

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Hell belches out more black-hearted ballads
                   ...

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To always depend on the status quo
Doing it the same way we’ll seldom grow
Without any change, progress will be slow
The experience of growth we’ll not...

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Dumplings 

As I walk into the kitchen, for a snack, 
my mother, her apron, night black hair, and jade bracelet, 
 makes me dumplings.
She combines...

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My existence seems like a timeless tragedy,
ticking away in the harmony of misophonia and me.
I've been reluctantly raised in the arms of trauma,
hiding from the...

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I could adorn you 
with great riches,
but my greatest gift 
to you is my poetry.

Like a pearl without an oyster,
I roll along a precipitous path,
through...

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