Monologue Poems - Poems about Monologue

S t r e n g t h ~ a somersaulting sigil you wear in stillness, when the gold of ascending dawn kisses the skin of sleeping sand, when the skylark softly serenades serenity for the unseen, while I trace the running lifelines behind your magical masquerade, for you’ve long been a hyacinth healer ~ a poetic feeler, quick to paint smiles from the dripping sangria of...

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We came not for conquest, but for containment— though conquest is what happens when containment itches beneath the skin like sulfur spores in a sealed lung. They had the secret. Not gold, not weapons, not prophecy— but language that healed. Real language— not poetry, not prayer, but syntax of cells. Their infants spoke in codons. Their trees rustled in protein sequences. Their dead decomposed into algorithms that rewrote the...

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The Journey Standing at this crossroads, I finally see How life shaped us through misunderstanding. What I once called betrayal was merely growth— Two saplings reaching toward different light. I trace the map of our journey together, Each weathered line telling its own story. In forgiving our mutual imperfections, I've found that love transforms alongside us. This is the wisdom life whispers: To hold each...

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A Wilderness of Mirrors. I am unfamiliar with Iron Maiden's music, even though I worked a handful of times at their concert. I was curious about their mascot guy...Eddie. At one of their concerts, they had a bunch of Eddie dolls in boxes, and they left them there, and all the stagehands got...

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Lies. All lies You are lying But do you also realise u are lying to urself Who have you become Where have you gone And look how you are right now You hang out with liars who normalise lying They lie day in and day out Defending themselves that they just lie lesses but at the end of the day All of...

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I watch the sun rise and once again bring another dawn, Another day in which we are alive. I stand 30 feet above the muddy ground, on the top of our walls, at the end of my watch shift. In the mud I see what...

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I can feel the bitter breeze of the winter’s air. My body is covered with goose bumps that layer my skin. I have no money to eat. so I search the bins. People walk past and laugh but their so quick to judge. but they "Don’t know the life I’ve lived" The days with my children I’ve missed! I walk with ***** soaked...

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When the dusk bleeds epitaph roses, and the blackbird sings wilted elegies, I search for a...

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Sparsely lit streets added suspense to stories I listened as a child, dad used to point towards stars making up stories for each one awesome fairies, angels visited me in colorful imagination He taught me one secret -'truth is your ultimate friend' his punchline Mother taught me ways of girl-child household chores, art of sewing such likes to this day these teachings are the good ones...

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When I think of all the things my mother taught me and all the things my father said I am really glad that some things, went by the wayside while other things aren't dead ! As I recall my mother bold and headstrong the way she coached me until the very...

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The question is, should I listen to my imagination? Sometimes it can go very wild, I look for a lion ready to eat me alive. There are times it can go romantic, with hearts and love all over the page. It has a way of bringing up my old memories, some happy, maybe sad, or funny as can be. In Playground of Imagination, I...

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Faded memories litter the walls, as anniversaries coincide together with zero regard for one another, the simple beginnings are barely visible and yet the complexity of wrong choice after wrong decision are very prevalent. Isn't that how it always ends up though, in the end anyways? Hastily cultivated 'wonderful' ideas are laid to ground, only...

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Circumstantial evidence is weak, reticent statements left outta discovery; witnesses for the defense riskn purgery, cuz if they don't fear God, it's cuz they ain't heard of me! I relish the street's imperfections, being so absolutely obstreperous, cantankerous representation populating the office of the president. Miscalculation's evident, scary in its own, as we all kno...

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Since I was a kid, they said I was gentle as a lamb. Quiet. Kind. Smart. So I've kept that image. Or tried, at least. I didn’t fail. Not once. Grades stayed high, mouth stayed clean, choices stayed safe. No vices, no trouble, just quiet nods and “Yes, I can.” “Yes, I will.” I built a life that made people proud. And slowly, I forgot to ask myself, "Are you proud too?" Well, I...

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Written: April 09, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Daniel Henry Rodgers Quote: "Do not look back, no one knows how the world ever began. Do not fear the future, nothing lasts forever. If you dwell on the past or future, you will miss the moment." By Rumi ...

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