Mondays Poems - Poems about Mondays

.Mondays, oh Mondays, how I despise thee, You always arrive so quickly, can't you let me be? I drag myself out of bed, feeling so blue, Knowing I have a long week ahead, what can I do? But Fridays, oh Fridays, how I adore thee, With the weekend in sight, I feel so free! The workday flies by, I'm filled with...

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I wonder: is one man's ballad invalid word salad or a plant-based substitute for veggie palates? ...

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A Lady of the Night took fright When she saw her customer's plight For Jack-the-Ripper Held a glass slipper On a Monday, nothing goes right!...

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When the time is Sunday, it goes by so quickly, that soon becomes Sunday again... but when is monday everything becomes slow, time does not pass as we desire... 24 hours is a century, the week does not finish...! Is always Monday...... Sunday, never comes... !...

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forgetting all i knew... brought me back to YOU- * you're my soul-shining fragrance- a t i c k l e in the dark lights a spark you’re more than an acquaintance- edges of cliffs have brought me...

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I walked into new rooms and realised my love for gardens , hiding under verdant bushes and seeking my mates hiding from me and how I always ended up seeking for the right people and hiding in the right space meant for me , making a familiar move with an innocent face , belonging to...

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Rising on this Monday morning Making breakfast like Monday wife Burning eggs in Owens Corning Starting early my Monday strife Mirror glance, I have Monday hair Sunday wet-head is Monday death Feeling like I have Monday care Emitting stench, my Monday breath Gulping down strong hot Monday joe Steaming coffee burns Monday face Fairest of face has Monday woe Tuesday’s child has had Monday grace Dealing with...

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MONDAYS TO BEGIN Monday starts the week, prime and prominent. My first day in a new environment. ...

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Monday, is the day I hate the most of all the weekdays, 'cause it reminds me of you mom, you died on a Monday. Nowadays, I get it together by Friday and then, well its too late, 'cause we have the weekend and then after, Monday. Oh, will this dagger in my heart ever be removed, it...

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Mondays are good, nice and easy, never make me even a little queasy. You see, there' s two days quite different before, so a...

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Mondays follow Sundays, but are they really fun days? Start the week with not enough sleep, walking in a haze. On my hair grows more greys in so many darn ways- Am I getting old or is this crabbiness just a phase? Make the beds and prepare the lunches ready, count the heads then to school driving steady. In the...

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Mondays were school days. Mondays were rule days. Mondays can be cruel days. Sundays make me sing but Mondays bring open books, a crooked look from the boss, leaving crying children with their first strangers. The outlook for Monday might be blue or overly optimistic. Moms love Mondays, circling the day with a fat red marker. Moony-eyed Mondays, for lovers separated by the weekend. Their love-mobile yellow bus, reunites their lips. Shy Mondays hide behind rain...

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MONDAY IS PART OF THE WEEK, THAT APPEARS EVERY MONTH, CLIMBING A MOUNTAIN AND CARRYING A MONKEY ON HIS BACK, LOOKING LIKE A MONK WITHOUT AN IGLOO. NOBODY MOCKS A MONDAY WITHOUT A MONKEY ON IT BACK....

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Mondays may as well be cry days kids called back to school and play dates over teachers expecting stellar homework assignments and… an apple would be nice AP: Honorable Mention 2021 Submitted on July 29, 2018 for contest MONDAYS sponsored by TANIA KITCHIN...

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Mondays What are Mondays for, but manic, Always waking up in a panic! Never succeeding to get right out bed, Turning alarm clocks off, contemplating calling in dead! Stumbling off to the bathroom with haste, Demanding, “Get out it’s my turn, make space!” Realizing that I have nothing to wear, I should have bought that darn outfit at Claire’s! Running downstairs at a clumsy...

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