Monday Poems - Poems about Monday

I dread Monday — Unlike any other day. Tumbling upon it — with eyes groggy, And limbs bound tight with festive strings, Accompanied by the foulest halitosis from a wayward breath, With all the liquor and litter, From the dizzying heights of the debauched weekend — Reminds me of the journey from Banterland to Queryland....

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On this warm Summer Monday, I have the blinds open and am quietly watching as the world begins to lighten with the sunrise I often dread Mondays because each Monday marks another week that I am living without my youngest son in the world - I do know that he would want me to keep living my life, but it...

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Monday morning woke up at eight, it was a splendid morning cool before the day becomes serious and demanding attention  belonging to the 1% of people born before the second world war, I'm often awake  in the night before falling asleep again  my first thought was not profound, but about coffee, I had to drink it black since  I had forgotten to buy milk switched...

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Monday makes a jolt Waking up a new week A sudden pesty reminder That life is more than sleep....

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I’m a Monday girl waking with the Sun. Revved up and ready, just give me coffee. Ambition on fire. I will show you what I can do. I was resting now I’m solid. In the air it begins, a vision. Ready to press start....

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Rainy Contemplative Hectic Frustrating Then the rain pours down and cleanses the earth and eases my soul as the soothing sound is a balm to my tense body You can almost hear the earth sigh after the refreshing shower I think my attitude was cleansed as well Rainy Mondays may be the best Mondays...

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Folks get paid and they go out on weekends to play. It often seems that way . . . yet NOT on a MONDAY. “Thank God It’s Friday,” folks say. Mondays they’d rather forget....

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Not on a Monday Definitely not Tuesday I might be free on Wednesday Could call you Thursday But will be out on Friday Home Saturday and Sunday ...

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The day I dread most Silences fun five whole days~ Wake too soon, return too late; Hours drag on like stones. Alarm bells bury silence Till weekends return with sparks. ------------------------------- Contest: SHOW ME A CHOKA Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Poem date: June 6th, 2025 Contest Judged: June 10th, 2025 6:04:00 PM Placement: Third ...

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Monday go away, I do not want to hear you. Let me sleep in peace today, it is not your day. Hear me-Not On A Monday, I need a three day weekend....

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Molly our koi died on a freaky Friday fried when lightning struck her home tank our joy shrank, it stank strong tears helped loose the dry sod for good Molly gone with God...

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Hate tapioca? Me too. Vile yellow-ochre. At best, it’s mediocre. I’m no-one’s joker - an even-handed broker – but Monday? What a choker! ...

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The flowers died on Monday The ones that’s showed up at my door I say that I love you “I’ll always love you more” We sit and watch my favorite show “You spoiled it, I already know” We say goodnight and go to bed “Without you I’m filled with dread” We wake up and go to work “When I come home I’ll...

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A good Monday begins With a well spent Sunday True, many good places to go: A morning walk in the forest A Sunday mass to thank God with A cozy place for breakfast A natural park for tiktok An afternoon visit to relatives An easy visit to a Public Library Or attend a yoga class at the park A simple desire of...

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Oh greatness, the king of days You look so tired and stressed Are there no maids in the race? You acquired so much torture in quest They violated you for your good ways Great man full of honour, and no stress You began encountering their riotic pace Who killed the your power to test You had believed in acquiring grace Now that...

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