Short Mondays Poems
Short Mondays Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mondays by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mondays by length and keyword.
I wonder:
is one man's ballad
invalid
word salad
or a plant-based substitute
for veggie palates?
Weekdays
I like Mondays
it starts hopefully
Tuesdays
are a setback
then it goes
downhill
all the way
to bloody Sunday
A Lady of the Night took fright
When she saw her customer's plight
For Jack-the-Ripper
Held a glass slipper
On a Monday, nothing goes right!
Mondays are usually a drag
while Fridays burst with excitement without fail
~ we’re hamsters at the treadmill
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Folks get paid and they
go out on weekends to play.
It often seems that way . . . yet
NOT on a MONDAY.
“Thank God It’s Friday,” folks say.
Mondays they’d rather forget.
You would think fortune tellers would know,
for their crystal balls would surely show;
so on Mondays weekly,
why don’t we get to see,
the headlines read psychic wins lotto.
in the closet
ironed
impassive clothes
just eager for
my gestures
sophisticated
of Sunday...
How sad... !
I am
pure routine
of mondays
disorganized,
but ecstatic...
Oh Boo Hoo
I'm Fairly Healthy
And Alive And
Retired (For Awhile Now.)
I Really Miss Hating
Mondays
So Much.
(But I Still Know What It's Like.)
-Gray Squirrel
05-19-2025
MONDAY IS PART OF THE WEEK,
THAT APPEARS EVERY MONTH,
CLIMBING A MOUNTAIN AND
CARRYING A MONKEY ON HIS BACK,
LOOKING LIKE A MONK WITHOUT AN IGLOO.
NOBODY MOCKS A MONDAY WITHOUT A MONKEY ON IT BACK.
I am constantly stressed
So I see my shrink
My psychiatrist, too, of course
And, oh yeah, this group –
Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays
A “Life Skills” group
Supposedly,
They teach me life skills
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Mondays
may as well be
cry days
kids
called back
to school
and
play dates
over
teachers
expecting
stellar
homework
assignments
and…
an apple
would be nice
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Home is where the heart is, home is where the love is
Love's the greatest emotion known, that ain't no myth
Surpasses ice cream sundaes
Or gloomy bloody Mondays
Home is the cuddliest place to sit with a naked nymph
Home is where the heart is, home is where the love is
Love's the greatest emotion known, that ain't no myth
Surpasses ice cream sundaes
Or gloomy bloody Mondays
Home is the cuddliest place to sit with a naked nymph
Monday.has been and gone.
Tuesday, nearly here.
Wednesday not far away,
Thursday not my day.
Friday week ends on its way.
Saturday we go out for a beer.
Sunday relaxing till the mondays here.
Home is where the heart is, home is where the love is
Love's the greatest emotion known, that ain't no myth
Surpasses ice cream sundaes
Or gloomy bloody Mondays
Home is the cuddliest place to sit with a naked nymph
Mondays
Why does every day
Seem like monday
I say a secret prayer
And wish it was Sunday
All week I have been working
And now it's really hurting
O roll on Sunday
The weeks roll by
And I wonder why
Every day seems like
Monday
What is this glowing orb?
This sunshine bright
Kind of light?
Did I beckon this
Upon me?
Due to past good deeds?
Or is this simply a sample
Of our time? Or a theme
Running with radiance
Across a random Monday's skyline
On how to get where.
Monday morning clues
What did they do on the weekend?
The smiling ones
Do they mean it
Or are they hiding their truth?
Did their wives beat them?
Did their dogs hurt their feelings?
We all wear our masks
Especially on Mondays
Revealing nothing.
When the time is Sunday,
it goes by so quickly, that soon
becomes Sunday again...
but when is monday
everything becomes slow,
time does not pass
as we desire...
24 hours is a century,
the week does not finish...!
Is always Monday......
Sunday, never comes... !
I have been called a georgia peach a time or two
Pretty as the sky is blue
But i say damn on mondays
and pray on sundays
Oh and if you have not heard
Im bull headed and short tempered too
If you kick a bull you better run
Before this georgia peach comes undone
Tis splendor in the grass these coming summer days
America’s youth can have their privileged adolescent ways
Swimming and playing or simply being laid back
They have little worries without any teacher’s flack
Enrich they youngish self before the inevitable groans of early Mondays
You love me because I live a 10 minute walk from your house
And I don’t mind when MDMA Mondays
Render you useless between the sheets
You love me because I nod in the right places and
Don’t tell your mother that you smoke
You love me because
It’s easier to love me than
To love no one atall
Almost all Mondays are hard,
transitioning to a work week from
a two day break
but today seems extra hard
since we celebrated the life
of a friend of 36 years yesterday.
It was lovely, yet hard.
I feel exhausted, emotional,
and like it should be Friday
and it isn't even 6:30 AM
on Monday yet.
Rainy
Contemplative
Hectic
Frustrating
Then the rain pours down
and cleanses the earth and
eases my soul as the soothing
sound is a balm to my tense body
You can almost hear the earth sigh
after the refreshing shower
I think my attitude was cleansed as well
Rainy Mondays may be the best Mondays
Friday has come
And here I go
Ready to take up the weekend
Ready to blow the Saturdays with laziness
Ready to greet Sundays in Sabbath
Ready to start the Mondays in guile And climb over the hump-day
Back to Thursday, it's getting a lil' bit more easier now to deal wtih the days
That may pass us by seven at a time