Monotone Poems | Examples

Slow Summer

soft as a butterfly’s kiss
invisible as a dragonfly’s wings
busy as the whirr of the honey bee
tasty as a honeysuckle trumpet
familiar as the mourning dove’s song
lazy as ol’ Mud Creek flows
comfortable as well-worn slippers
happy as an angel in flight
comforting as lullaby lows
secretive as Geisha fans
polka-dotted as dark crystal skies
clouds mimicking monotone artists
a color palette as brilliant as Monet

Sincerely You

Your color-bled cloth
Just rips at my stitches
I’m monotone; a moth
Calling out to you
With my heavy, little wishes
Fed a steady diet of tweed coat pockets
Bleached in forever stains
And tie dye kisses
In whole, I find a part of me
Your heart sorely misses

Amends for all the faint mistakes
Unearthed while I was bluffing
I perch upon your buttons now
Whispering sweet nothings

Your pettiness is soaking through
Neglected, I’m in love with you
In debt to all your gems
Ugly-headed beauty kills the demons
Yet you’re dressed in them
Another thread of fabric
Slipping from your hem
At least that’s where it seems to me
Your problems mostly stem

Floating and receding
Through the headwinds I’m receiving
Tossed into a better time
Where all your soapy bubbles
Stung my eyes and pierced my stubble
Left me weak and kneeling
Between the lines, my soul would cry
But moths were never known for feeling

I’d crawl to find a warmer spot
Deep inside your shell
Ferocious in its absence
There was solace in your smell
Now my hunger softens
If only for a spell
Who you wished for me to be
Oh, I could never tell

AI

cold steel shines in symmetrical, straight lines--- on  monotone, lukewarm box.

the Colourful picture

shadows draw across the canvas
with light oily strokes and dry wet soul 
the white pythons and black mambas
conspire as their tongues slither and roll 

down the canvas. 
like honey, it marinates the mellow white 
bruising it with time… yet as the honey lathers
and the white bathes, the paint stops with all its might

leaving behind the canvas
with monotone delight and black and white 
then it cries as it bleeds like Danvers
watching its Hyde as he flees at the sight

as though his Hyde has a right 
for leaving the canvas in black and white
the shadows of black and white
dissipate at the sorrow, at the pain 
at the rain that washes the black and white
away.

Leaving behind the canvas
and time.

He Wanted to Develop a Cure All for Cancer

A panacea for cancer is what I’m all about
What about Alzheimer’s, the jealous one asked in a shout
Let’s not forget chicken pox, heart attacks and leprosy
The scientist ran from his lab, to watch monotone TV

He wanted to eliminate all the diseases, of course
But opposition was as stubborn as Farmer Joe's plow horse
The naysayers were yelling suggestions into the outside air.
He knew they each had an agenda, and nothing would seem fair.

To Paradise

Rain impaled into the soil
seeking to spread grass
and dandelion flowers

I look for jonquils
I look for daffodils
I close my eyes

and I’m off once more
to paradise
driving to Dad’s

I can’t see it yet,
but I know there’s a well

Living Water in the rain,
the gray, the monotone

I know there’s a rainbow
and I’m somewhere
over it, beyond my trial

I know there’s a well,
all is well

I’m insane,
no Christ keeps me rather sane

He knows what drains me
Fill me up, O Lord, fill me up

Leeland Townsend

He had Aspergers
Low functioning socially
Did age make him odd

Spoke in monotone
Constant annoying babble
This was nothing new

Disliked by many
Starting in kindergarten
Age did not change him

He never had friends
His name was Leeland Townsend
People ran from him

Couplets Contest Announcement

Wonder what type of poems will be best
In my new couplet poems only contest

Will you wow me with colorful vocabulary 
Will your poem be monotone, dreary, merry

I agonized over who wins a trophy the three
But every single entree is from a winner to me

So get your wonderful writing chops in gear
My contest is on until the 2nd of the new year

Though it likely won’t take me forever to judge
As you poets are know it’s in contests you love

THE CORRUPT GUTTER

There’s a constant hammering 
Alongside my bedroom window 
Repercussions of a corrupt gutter 

The maddening drain 
Obstinately and persistently has refused
All rehabilitation efforts  

There are no 
drip drip drips
Only 
Pound Pound Pounds
As water clashes with wood and metal 

The clangor must be amplified 
By a loudspeaker 
To make such minute water drops 
Sound like a crazed gongsman
Locked in a metallic chamber with a battle mace

With no distinct pattern 
The piercing pattering 
Thwack Thwack Thwacks
Proclaiming,
“You will find no peace here!”

And yet 
Its constant monotone irritation 
Somehow
Lulls me to sleep

I Give Up On Love

Meeting someone new,
Getting to know them,
Introducing them to your life,
Only for them to leave soon after.

How many times do I need to be vulnerable,
Just for it not to be enough?
How many times does someone leave
Because I couldn’t trust them?

It’s a constant cycle of wash and repeat.
“The One” will stick through thick and thin,
“The One” will never treat you like that—
How much longer do I have to wait?

I’m told to work on myself and try again.
I’m told to give up because it’s pointless.
I give up, but find foolish hope in love,
Invest in myself, only for love to come back around.

Is it possible to remove this feeling?
To give up the need for love and
Become completely monotone.
I’d be more robot than human.

But I’m not a machine, and I’m out of patience.
I’m tired of waiting for it to happen.
I’m starting to believe 
Love was never meant for me.

Walk

Walk on the Earth

Walk on the Earth, just walk, the path is moving under my steps; gone
Hmm, is this a monotonous life, or not? Monotone, and monogamous?
No, this is not that, only just looks like that, so interesting lifestyle style

Walk on the Earth and watch the sky, and see the lands, the living life
So interesting everything, people, cities, villages, streets, squares; all
Beautiful the nature, woods, forests, hills, valleys, fields and mountains

There are so many living creatures, plants, animals, and everything; Nice!
So amazing, incredible, and impressive; enthralling in our world everything
Just walk and walk, slow, but moving contemplation, and delight; enjoying

Enjoying life, and all the colors, forms, and the hidden philosophy of Life, 
But why? Why? I don’t know, but all of these things are given by the God
Walk on the Earth is a very good life, so amazing, and a very perfect life!

Walk
Life
Contemplation
Philosophy
Meditation
So fine
Fine?
Beautiful
Walk
Just walk
And walk!

no sense in family reunion

the oldsters were the ones who were predictable
Aunt Marjorie would bring something to sell
If you said “no thank you” she would try to guilt you into it
“I will give them to you if you cannot afford them.”
She is gone now.

Uncle Ronald and Aunt Donna had no reason to come to the reunion.
They sat by themselves, and talked to no one, not even each other.
We tried to park Neal in their corner, but he did not stay there long.
Neal is the most boring family member of any family to ever be born.

Cousin Neal rattles off stories about himself in a weird monotone voice.
Following one person or another from table to table.
Desperate for attention, a bachelor who remained single until he was sixty.
The marriage did not last two weeks.

Uncle Bill was one of the highlights of the family reunion.
He told wildly outrageous stories that had all of us laughing.
Even if we had heard them before, they were still funny.
He is gone now too.

There is no sense in going back to the reunion.
The only ones left are people I do not recognize, Neal, Ronald and Donna.
A waste of my time, and no one appreciates my chocolate chip cookies anyway.

An Edenic Rise

Bluebells are a symbol of humility, gratitude and constancy

A perfect day is not lackluster, nor lusting for more, but
rather knowing the plenitude in each sentient moment.
—Quote by Poet

An Edenic Rise

it’s perfect degrees
of sixty-one stimulates
a chirrup ‘cross screen
in pjs; my feet are bare
pedicured cerulian

better than Summer
and Winter’s too cold to bear
love perfect degrees
in slight chill of fahrenheit
add cup of Highlander Grogg

an Edenic rise
joyful sighs sans monotone
with cream in the cup
retiree with work to do
bluebells boon in afternoon

Max Learns from Science Class

Max, my seven-year-old grandson had science class for the first time.
He reported at supper that the sun is a star.
His older sisters poked fun of him, thinking he was nuts
He was not nuts or wrong, the sun is a star.
The next day at breakfast he gave them a few more tidbits.
The planets are clumps of matter, he told them
One of his sisters rolled her eyes.
The other one paid attention.
His delivery was better than her monotone earth science teacher.
And she knew a test was coming up.

Poetry Soup2

Peppered passions poetic pistachios 
Onions fashioned like sonnets season soul
Eggs elevated eccentric embraces
Timeless haiku like wonton soup with sages
Racing red romantic bean ballard 
Yellow limericks of potato salad 

Salty somber sayings sweetly sly tribute 
Oregano onomatopoeia monotone lines of truth
Universal utterances of sensual Senryu 
Paprika topping the cheesy poetry soup

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