Monologue Poems - Poems about Monologue

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 while the ending 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 . Until...

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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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When I open my eyes, I want to see you next to me, Forever and always. Your arms are where I belong, in the darkest of nights and in morning's dew. So, night and day, we are friends and lovers, forever and always. "I love you" is a mistake I'll make; my heart belongs to you forever and always. I...

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I know how many times I betrayed me. How many times I chose them over me. How much of my worth I gave to people who never deserved a second of my time. I gave my all to the undeserving. To the selfish. To the weak. To those who couldn’t even respect themselves, let alone me. I poured everything into nothing. But that...

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**Therapy Session** Some people insist that a demon exists within all of us. A rapist is nothing more than a thief, And it's clear that some public defenders Don’t have more intelligence than their clients. Remember, you are not obligated to serve as a juror in every case. With that understanding, creating a mental trend becomes straightforward. It's astonishing...

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He walks the dark alley's, unforeseen roaming His life finds worthless circumstances to nature existence Belly rumbles hunger, need a dying sleepless thirst Once on a path to something before nothing Stricken from life the dignity must swallow He crumbles in streets, his pain felt deep What am I but a man of worldly demise...

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(Begin: There is no beginning.) (O' my--not again--you should not have started.) The quill burrows. No--splinters. No--fractures. No--was never here. Ink spills--no--veins spill--no--veins collapse--no--veins rewrite. The vowels--black-lipped--no--the ink coagulates--the ink tightens--the ink breathes- acrid, metallic, it stings the tongue. Teeth in the--grain. Teeth in the letters. Teeth in me--no--teeth in you--no--teeth in the mirror- splinters in the gum's raw edge. (First...

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