Monotony Poems

Monotony is not for me

  
     Monotony is not for me
       Boredom’s partner, you will agree

     Routinization does her best to stifle
      Creativity ~ from eyeful to Eiffel

Drinking is an emotional experience, an elixir that pulls you from the monotony of everyday life

Drinking is an emotional experience, an elixir that pulls you from the monotony of everyday life,
It takes you out of ordinary patterns, from all that is identical and dull, like a story told too many times,
It tears you from your body and mind, throws you against the invisible walls of your own existence,
I feel that

monotony

she shows her battle scars and all i feel is numbness,
he flaunts his maidens and i overlook the dumbness.
she cries woes of heartbreak and i cannot feel pity,
he weeps waterfalls of failure and i fake some integrity.
she hurts me the most when she berates her busy nature,
he wounds me the deepest when he complains of

Groundhog Day

Does it matter what you do
or matter what you say?

Does anything mean anything
when you live Groundhog Day?

Is there a way to please the Gods
so that they’ll let you go?

Or maybe there’s no point at all.
Perhaps it’s just a show.

But what else can you do
if you find you’re stuck in this scene.

You have to just keep

Blank Stare From A Rocking Chair

A breeze did slide in under eaves
and stirred inside the air that grieves,
my children grown  my dreams have flown,
alone I sit my rocking throne.

My chair in front of window bare,
I look… but husband’s soul elsewhere.
Beneath my feet the floorboards moan,
alone I sit my rocking throne.

Each day I rock the same tic tock
and change not

The monotony of existence

The monotony of existence, the scared
face of life, haunts my figment’s dust.
The blank sullen eyes, which of dream are bared
are drenched in, worldly physical- criminal lust.

The night that charmed my existence
Now dreads me, out of unknown fears
Where the bats fleets in the past tense
And the morn is born- like ‘ones in many years’.

Still- hope drills

Routine Blossoms: Monotony in Full Bloom

Cherry blossoms, with a mundane grace,
Drift    d  o    w      n
Like hollow trees, in a world's embrace,
      Routine weeps, seeking a different place,
In diluted streams of saccharine pink and white.

Each petal's descent, a monotone refrain,
A fading sunrise, repeating again,
Is

A Symphony of Rebellion

We live within a lifeless metropolis,
Where corporations prance in the stream of time,
Their gaping mouths reciting shallow verse,
While Freedom’s statue weeps in lonely midnight.

Gargantuan flags ripple and unfurl,
Announcing a surge of ominous design,
A swelling tide of nefarious purpose,
That stains the air with ill intent’s malign.

Concrete streets echo with hollow footfalls,
As souls trudge through the mire

Monotony

Didn't like the taste of sorrow on my tounge
My bitter words, ashes in my mouth
Tears streak down my face, grey stains
on the sallow surface of my cheeks
Turns to salt on my lips
I whisper, every day is the same

Abeyance

Flying scorching skies,
Another rescue,
Another promise it so seems.

Used again and again,
Then tossed away each time.
Yet I can’t seem to reason now.

My finger to my lips,
I silence the cries of pain,
Stirring within me,
And tell myself I’m helping.

And in between my lives,
I wander stone-cold, grim,
And wonder if I’ve somehow died,

Repeating the same labors,
Day in and day out

Wasted Wine

Tonight I lay in bed in dread 
of returning in the morning 
to the beige building on that dead end street 
that floods like the Nile after a rain
potholes in the parking lot like a lunar landscape
to my tiny office the last on the left in the back 
its one window facing a barren farmer’s

Monotony

Same scene; same birds, flies, insects; same plants, and fall flowers,
Sameness has built lasting nests, like small social weavers;
Boredom, like ivy creep or jasmine, creeps, and hovers,
Tedium grows hooky and sticky like coal-cleavers...!

I avoid crowds, yet, see the same faces at the end,
Each route I tread toward, the same destiny does tend;
Everyone does see; just

Hey, Unwelcome Monotony

Hey, unwelcome monotony...
my moods are darker than the Squawk's melody;
all the swans have deserted the nearby pond...
will another thunder shake trees and ground, 
making the rest of the huddled geese in grief
flee to a calmer and more peaceful reef?

Do I want to weep as trees do hearing flowers complain...
remembering the lulling breeze of the sunniest

Say Hello To My Endless Monotony

Say hello to my endless monotony,
don't pity me for such stubborn animosity;
who's sadder than I bearing solitude daily?

Is winter a boring season for some...
something to view as awesome, 
or an unexpected wonder to come?

Say hello to my endless monotony,
squally skies don't suggest vivacity;
even my songs are dark in tonality!

Hills and mountains are covered in white,
dogs

Nyctophile

Her wonder at the moon comes back every night.
When she is staring at the sky with her eyes wide open, 
gazing and sinking into stormy contemplation, 
musing on human life.

The moon reminds her of the faded memories. 
Days when she used to feel alive, cheerful, gleeful and 
now all her youthful exuberance has departed her

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