Monotonous Poems - Poems about Monotonous

Interpreters lead a monotonous life Always sitting behind close doors Repeating what other people say Again and again and cautiuosly Their job isn't just about language translation They serve as bridge, ships, high-speed trains And shipping routes that connect the world Do you think they are great But I'd like to be one of them....

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Monorhymes: monotonous, boring verse Often thoughtless, constructed in reverse Never flowing freely, quite the converse Only ever poetic slime, coerced Requiring at times phrasing less diverse Harsh, all grit and grime, tortured, strangely terse Yet perhaps not - one can find them quite perverse! Maybe include acrostics, intersperse, Embed monoku’d sweet rhymes when traversed? Surprisingly, a sublime universe! ————— for the SINGLE STANZA MONORHYME Poetry Contest sponsored...

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"You don't belong here!" They said. They doubted the authenticity Of my identity. Black night bade me come in, Provided I sang a song. Paroxysms of regret filled my song; The monotonous song from my ektara. It was a parody of how the sun rises; And zoetropically sets. To unveil the black night. It felt as...

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Drudgery Monday I’m groggy Want to stay in my bed Tuesday’s a bit better But wish I were dead Wednesday is hump day I don’t care one single bit Thursday’s pre-Friday And I’m ready to quit Friday drags on I need a few beers Saturday’s cheerful No need to shed tears Sunday’s much needed Off early to bed ‘Twas a long week There’s another ahead... ~J.D. Cromwell...

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Standing on the road alone Shadow is fading into the atmosphere And disappearing into the universe Puddles are reflecting the sky I found myself standing there I didn’t realize that I was alone The wind agitated the sky in the puddles I disappeared into the universe I forgot how many years passed After I found myself in a puddle Forgetting and being forgotten I lost my...

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A circle of monotomy is not to be confused with a whirlpòol of jeopardy because the amount of times a jester jumps creates a tale of excitment whilst perched on an atomic towel rail in dim lights. Accustomed to isnt aclimatised it is a pattern to behold and a norm to name. Yet who in...

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With each passing day There comes a monotony. Arriving as the same old, same old. The oneness of time and occurrence. The sun rises in the distance, Its color always radiant, But always one, with only a cloud or two To kiss its sameness. Its hue. The wren and finch work their tune As in a competition, always there. Always drowning out all others. Flitting and...

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A monotonous cacophony Of droning moans, Makes my ears cry for, Melodious tones, This torture continues without abate, Till there’s no more that I can possibly take. Music should be something, About which I care, Not a growl that makes me pull out my hair. But if this insipid groan, Must continually assault my ear, I pray my hearing will soon disappear. Verse...

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The pain I've felt this past year Makes me wonder how I made it to here The pain and the tears --- built up in shame Go for a lot of one person to blame The pieces of my heart ripped to shreds This current life I've bled and I've bled I've lost a lot and gained absolutely nothing back Like my...

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There is a shattered singular second of life stabbing the solar plexus inside me. Holding on to the past is adding more fuel to the raging inferno. Deep inside the anguish cries go unanswered. Failure seems to be stamped all over my face. I am seeking solitude so silent that you can hear a pin drop. I am trying to...

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