Best Monotony Poems

WORK SLEEP REPEAT 
WORK SLEEP REPEAT 
THE SAME OLD SORRY STORY
THE SAME MONOTONY 
EVERY DAY THE SAME
NO FUN NO JOY NO CHANGE
ALL I WANT IS TO BE FREE
OF THIS DAMN MONOTONY 
MY HEART HAS NO FULLFILLMENT
I'M JUST A HOLLOW  SOUL
GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS
AS I...

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As a child I was “board” with Monopoly
Games dragged on endlessly, such monotony
Now I’ve noticed a fearsome monstrosity
Special interests creating atrocity
 
PACs are strangling the sentiments of Congress
Bailouts for bigwigs while people are jobless
To win votes, we hear many a false promise
After elected, leaders become...

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Round and round goes the record
Playing the same old song
Stuck in the same place
No fast forward
No rewind
Just repeat...repeat...repeat

Round and round goes the record
Playing the same old song
Stuck in the same place
No fast forward
No rewind
Just repeat...repeat...repeat

Round and round goes the record
Playing the same old song
Stuck in...

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No stories this time
No gimmicks, no music
This is the spawn of silence
This is the product of utter quiet
There is no one else in this persona
There is no one else playing a part of this poem
There is no one else telling the story
It's just me, the...

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I’m bored with life
Each week repeats its self
Into what seems to be
Eternity

Where’s the sense of adventure
I know what will happen
Each moment of each day
Then each week seems to fade away

I know the definition of insanity
To repeat the same thing over and over again
To expect different...

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MAGGOT MONOTONY

on the precipice I survey
the sea of 
stores and casual faceless
crowds, I the  planet
lost in the tide
swarming with skulls
thrashing the facades
restless brows 

maggots infest the nucleus
until the centre shrieks
like a sheet in
the night, startled by
the intense glare that
neon signs cast 
upon blankness and
pointless...

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Leaves dancing in the breeze
Nature is blissful
When will I be
Creativity beckons
Come dance with me
Together we will break 
the monotony
And wish good bye 
to melancholy....

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It's my own face that I will see
when I look in the mirror
And when I put my glasses on
my vision is much clearer

If I walk out into the rain
I'll probably get wet
And if I wish to visit Rome
I'll have to board a jet

Life unfolds so...

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Hey, unwelcome monotony...
my moods are darker than the Squawk's melody;
all the swans have deserted the nearby pond...
will another thunder shake trees and ground, 
making the rest of the huddled geese in grief
flee to a calmer and more peaceful reef?

Do I want to weep as trees...

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Same scene; same birds, flies, insects; same plants, and fall flowers,
Sameness has built lasting nests, like small social weavers;
Boredom, like ivy creep or jasmine, creeps, and hovers,
Tedium grows hooky and sticky like coal-cleavers...!

I avoid crowds, yet, see the same faces at the end,
Each route I...

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more danger than the outer 
                               internal enemies are multiple
     ...

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I escalate the hazards of monotony,
By choosing to stay.
I deteriorate the soul of fraternity,
By asking a stay.
I inhale the taste like an addict,
By an approval of denial.
How hard I try to shake it away,
Yet I get drowned tremendously.
It empowers my haunts,
But denies an agreement.
Hardly I...

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O Gardener! Strange is your way,
Of adorning the garden, 
With flowers all alike,
Of same scent and color.
No beauty in garden.
There’s no charm.
It’s a picture without contrast.
Or a plain canvas.
Quite a monotony.
Beauty is in harmony,
Of different hues,
In blending of scents.
O Gardener! Let there be variation,
Beauty and...

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The maddening click of key strokes
The shrilling of the phones
The crunch of crumbling paper balls
Slices to the bone
The dull humming of the copier
Four million paper clips
The smell of tacky wite out 
So sick of all of it
It's like sitting in a coffin
This tomb with three...

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A breeze did slide in under eaves
and stirred inside the air that grieves,
my children grown  my dreams have flown,
alone I sit my rocking throne.

My chair in front of window bare,
I look… but husband’s soul elsewhere.
Beneath my feet the floorboards moan,
alone I sit my rocking...

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