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Monologue Poems - Poems about Monologue

The Days of Alien Gods
How that alien day flaunted the UFOs hiding in strange places. The media portrays a cosmic secret of secrets that is now known to millions. School crossing guards fretfully scan the skies as they cross the street, holding small hands. UFO ladies of the neighborhood, document strange lights in the sky, and...

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Categories: monologue, future, life,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Premium Member When was it
When was your last lengthy, stimulating conversation? ~ Thought so ...

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Categories: monologue, missing, nostalgia, sad, spoken
Form: Dramatic Monologue



The song of the tower
The tower dark and cold, a conquest for the brave. My hands shake, a sign. The bed unmade, Mother’s throne. My cheeks lift, freedom. The jougs bite, a bit looser. My talons reach for it, Click. Thud. The crickets and wind sing, a perfect recipe. My limbs remember the weight, stillness lingers. Hunger gnaws where helplessness once slept. Instincts awaken, survival bound. "Mother could not keep...

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Categories: monologue, dark, daughter, horror, mental
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Premium Member Along With The Thunder
R a i n ~ a misted mirror coated in petrichor pain ~ fused with memories pirouetting through the veiled salt of the earth, caressing the Pina Colada dreams adrift in the icy-blue air, amidst clouds soaked in prismatic hues ~ arching like opalescent canopies, to hide the despair I’ve draped in dragonfly hues that no one knows but the moon and his merciful silver, forever stroking the silken...

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Categories: monologue, angst, imagery, poetry, poets,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Premium Member Humor In Life
It's not of anger's taken, love rules position Heart we find enjoyment of laughter and smiles But there's a bitter unforeseen circumstances Of situation known to happen out blue We do not find humor in life's beating It could be worse, every occurrence is solution Put smile on, it's one them things happen No humor...

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Categories: monologue, absence, body, character, heart,
Form: Dramatic Monologue



for thuh lover uv Light
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Categories: monologue, allusion, beautiful, blessing,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
The day a poet didn't die-III: The experiment
Blasphemy, truly— To treat a poem like lab equipment. Smearing souls on damp napkins, scribbling overwrought sorrows. We are sacred, young lady. Vessles for disciplined sociopaths and occasionally, prophets. Not therapy couches for freshly wrecked teens. Yet here you are— dismantling verses with the rollerball pen from middle school and deliberately gothic tragedies. “I’m figuring it out as I go.” The audacity. But fine, if you’d rather, learn...

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Categories: monologue, extended metaphor, me, metaphor,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
The grief of greed
I hate. I hate. I hate. You aren't me. I hate. I hate. I hate. You don't want to be me. I hate. I hate. I hate. Through hell, I've earned it all. I hate. I hate. I hate. You dont need it, I do. I hate. I hate. I hate. What's yours is mine....

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Categories: monologue, abuse, corruption, desire, evil,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Premium Member BEAUTY IN MY EYES I BEHOLD-
Beauty in the eye of the beholder and such as it is I behold myself and I am beautiful for all things, that God has granted and created So be it is as Himself He too is beautiful and I am of I am in all things that my eyes Sees In Front of Me disguise...

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Categories: monologue, adventure, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Premium Member Devoid of Compassion
“When yesterdays become devoid of compassion” I would wake up with blurred vision Unable to fulfill a noble mission Around apathy, marked by pride’s oppression… When such happens midst love’s absence I would lament with guilt in chaotic silence Having allowed myself to rule along selfish license In the guise of caring attitude’s prevalence… When that scenario lingers of no charity...

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Categories: monologue, blessing, christian, encouraging, faith,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
The day a poet didn’t die-II: The witness
She’s at it again. Wasting my ink staging yet another death. I draft her crimson melodramas with third-hand metaphors as she sips on ‘hope’ like tonic laced with rust and wears ‘moor’ like thrift-store perfume. I thread her June into forced sonnets (poor things), before her gin drowned the meter in proofed regret. Even a pen gets impatient. Sometimes she pauses, as though it might save her— I...

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Categories: monologue, depression,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
The day a poet didn’t die-I: The melodramatic poet
A night in fragments— Breath reeked mildewed regrets, and static collided behind my eyes. I tasted shattered neon, sipping cheap club gin. Even alcohol can’t silence the poet— I mock her perfumed clichés, but still draft her eulogy in thrifted elegance. “I hate writing blind,” I muttered as gin bled through crooked verses— March 14th, a drunk poet sighed— Her pen staged the week’s second...

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Categories: monologue, depression,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
The Great Return
Let's bring it back; let's go back To that sweet, old thing we now lack Make it great again, go back again Let's start right away; let's begin Back to organic maple syrup over Mama's hot, buttermilk flapjacks And Daddy's Saturday morning tutorials on how to change the oil and how to use a scissor jack A return to strangers saying...

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Categories: monologue, appreciation, community, feelings, nostalgia,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Premium Member THE PRISMATIC SELF
My soul welcomes challenges with triumphant spirit As my will soars toward faith-flight of prayer wings Defying arrogance of self-confidence While hiding in the strength of the Lord… My heart basks in the goodness of God for every victory As I keep on learning from trial and test Grateful for lessons learned since transformation works Championing the new creation in me...

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Categories: monologue, blessing, character, faith, god,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Premium Member A Lantern Made of Suicide Notes: Suicide by Metaphors
I. The Hour of Approach The poem I was writing refused to end— it kept writing me. Blood didn't ink these lines— the ink bled me. Each stanza a hidden-hematoma across the white of nothingness. Somewhere, midnight faltered, and I was no longer alone. II. Visitation: Sylvia Plath Sivvy came barefoot, bees orbiting...

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Categories: monologue, creation, literature, mental health,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

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