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Monotonous Job

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.

Categories: monotonous, dedication, love, work,
Form: Other

Monotonous Boring Verse

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!

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Categories: monotonous, word play,
Form: Monorhyme

Black Night

"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

Categories: monotonous, allegory, anger, anxiety, care,
Form: Prose

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Drudgery

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

Categories: monotonous, depression,
Form: I do not know?

Monotonous Solitude

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

Categories: monotonous, identity, loneliness, sky, solitude,
Form: Free verse

Monotonous Monopole

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

Categories: monotonous, analogy, animal,
Form: I do not know?

Monotonous Delight

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

Categories: monotonous, earth, feelings, good morning,
Form: Prose Poetry

A Monotonous Cacophony

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

Categories: monotonous, angst,
Form: Light Verse

Monotonous Black

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

Categories: monotonous, lost,
Form: Rhyme

Monotonous Moment

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

Categories: monotonous, angst, introspection, uplifting,
Form: Free verse