Monologue Poems - Poems about Monologue

Carnival nights make the child-in-me delight vibrantly in freedom bliss bask unmindfully midst colors of varied hues create magical time of beautiful wonders transforming chaotic world into marvelous haven. Awesome kaleidoscopic moments grasp me around engagements, indeed radiant midst life turning oblivious from grim reality bringing sheer laughter of amazement-joy. Viewing the sights at exuberant perspective carnival attractions invite me toward attentiveness-bliss joining rides midst...

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I wish we could have justice, not just under the law, but for those who mistreat, use, and deceive us. For those who break promises and hearts with no compunction, no apology. If I could sue you or accuse you in a court of law, with a judge, prosecutor, defense attorney, and jury…If I could rip...

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From surface to the core, we built with metaphor — now silence stands where voices used to soar. We don’t talk anymore, are you pretty sure? It’s not like before… but I remember you, like an echo in a closing door. The rising sun returns each day, making us forget the hush of night — just as every other man revels in the fleeting light before paying the price for...

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I woke with blood in my mouth and no memory of the scab that sealed the rasure. I’m cat-spitting dog-growling peregrine-divebombing rooster-flogging badger-flipping hornet-stinging wolverine-ripping mad. I fired the sun for showing up late cursed the fridge light until yogurt soured in terror. God called I let it ring twice. The therapist said breathe so I swallowed my tongue now I speak in the language of things with canines. coyote-howl syntax vulture-vowel decay the guttural grammar of...

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The poems that never get read. Sitting in some pile of papers on the desk. They just didn't have it to go anywhere. Though they hold the stories of lovers and haters. Big men and little men. Winners and losers. Beauty and the beast! The World, what a place! The tales of great drama called the human condition. From the past and the future...

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I. THE WANDERING I was born with a life that bled— a seafloor womb dragging tides of fern and marigold char The priests brought saffron and fear crowning me with diagnosis They said: She is too empty They said: Fill her with figs with seed with stillness They said: Her belly speaks too loud Mute her O Plato old patriarch of phantoms my body was no beast— just prophecy you never learned...

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I feel your unrehearsed pauses-- the rustle of a blue shirt in leaving a tangy ache your firm lips make, holding back cold, collected words. This rendezvous ... a slow-fire quiver an ending which has it's own interment; and outside, night wrestles with time brittle dew against my eyes, dry mouth licking an estranged bite that reminds me of your frivolity ....

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This is a problem growing in direct proportion To the papers that we face very soon In everyone’s speech a pronounced distortion And half the class sleepwalking at noon I’m here chiefly to bring to your attention You may soon not understand us Because I for one, others by extension Shall be speaking nothing but Physics because James is moving about too excited Gerald...

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How can True trust Faith when lies begin to escape, You are the reason why I hide my face with a Smile or a Cape, Because I can't forget what you Took and what you keep Taking, My Heart keeps on breaking daily, that is why I am Inhaling, These Drugs I Breath, I just can't Believe, Life is full of...

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To ponder or not to ponder - that is the question. Is it a waste of my precious seconds, minutes, hours To dwell on the questions that plague my mind? I spend my waking and waning hours mulling and considering, Crashing waves of question marks and possibilities Dance around in my mind's eye, quelling the beast of sleep. A skeptical girl's...

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Oh death The fear of countless souls I adore your kiss I need you close When will we meet? When shall you come? It's too long a wait Please come tonight I don't know you I know life is a tsunami Perhaps you can rescue me Where shall we meet? Oh life The lover of the lifeless I've honored your presence I gave you my all Why...

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I've cut through life with grand experience. Now I'm old and standing on the precipice where a man finds what really matters. The dance of life gradually slows down, with nothing but a pocketful of memories. Facing that last hurrah and the joys and sorrows that make life all the more lived. ...

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Train up a child in the way that (she) should go and when (she) is old she shall not depart from it. Proverbs 22:6 This Bible verse uses the first person singular masculine pronoun of he and not she; however, since this is my own personal journal entry, I choose to use the first person singular...

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O Gracious and Holy Almighty God and Everlasting Father, Have your redeemed children lost our first love for Thee? Is your only begotten Son, Jesus Christ, no longer taking His center stage and rightful place in our all too hectic lives? Don't we know when it was the last time that watery tear drops Freely flowed from our eyes, when...

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O how it is so very clear that our departure in rapture's flight of 777 Is alas also so very near and it could be departing any moment of Every single solitary day. That is why Jesus tells us "fear not and Don't be afraid." When I am coming for my children in the middle Of that...

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