Mondays Poems

Mondays the Saga Contunues

.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

Meatless Mondays

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

Bloody Mondays

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!

Different Times On Sundays and On Mondays

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... !

In Bed On Mondays

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

Mondays Are Not Meant For Miseries

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

Monday

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

Mondays

MONDAYS TO BEGIN

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

Mondays

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

Mondays

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

Why Did God Create Mondays

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

Mondays

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

Mondays

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.

Mondays

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

Mondays

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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