Short Monologue Poems

Short Monologue Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Monologue by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Monologue by length and keyword.


Alone

I'm a man so much in love
but nobody cares enough,
they laugh at me behind my back,
I'm everybody's fool, oh so alone.
sad


Premium Member Happy Anniversary To Me

Happy anniversary to me
Happy anniversary to me
Happy anniversary to dear me in the hospital again
Happy anniversary to me!

My Husband

Yawn sigh, scratch your crotch
Yawn sigh, catch your breath.
Yawn sigh, me looking on,
Yawn,  sigh, 
how soon youth is gone.

No Longer

Because I need You,
I no longer need me.

Because You love me,
I no longer love myself.

I praise You,
because I am Yours.

Cry

I want to sleep,
it doesn't hurt.

Sleep fails me
hopeless I pretend

making promises
hide from pain.

I smile,
as I wake


Swiper's Revenge



    Swiper goes to the drug store of a nearby town.
Purchases ear muffs, staff, nun chakas, 
and duct tape for Dora's mouth...
art

Trumpelstiltskin Weaves His Selfish Golden Lies

TRUMPELSTILTSKIN 
Weaves his selfish golden lies 
As he yet again connives 
To fool voters into electing him once more! ???????

Trust Isnt Just Anything

Trust is not given
its earned
i gave
you lied and you lost
now you start over
how long will it take
maybe never
i dont know
its up to you

Premium Member Insomnia Monologue

I ponder the world’s problems in the twilight of my sleepless hours
By morning my own troubles rise once again to reclaim their powers
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Shakespeare Authorship Theory

William Shakespeare, who was he?
Well, he wrote a fine soliloquy -
but was it he, who wrote that monologue - 
a mystery, or was it his dog?
Form: Epigram

Premium Member Clerihew Browning R

Robert pouseo of Elizabeth Barrett B
a poet until her death was to be
He introduced the conversational
in dramatique monologue truth to tell
Form: Clerihew


Sacrificial

so 
may
the hour
be at hand
when, stained
yet cleansed by
death, even the rocks
and stones shall hail the
blood of the sacrificial lamb..

Premium Member Hey You Get Off My Cloud By Harry Horsman

Hey you get off my cloud
the establishment of the human race
is a wonderful concept.
It is its people i cannot stand.

 © Harry J Horsman 2015

Your Blooming Horse

father

teach me 
how to ride 
 
your blooming horse

so I can bring home 
unto thee, my God  

without any scratch

this soul 
o’ mine

Premium Member The Only Truth Keepers

What your heart and mind see 
is what
you put into them

Be careful
for you
are the only truth keeper

The keys you accept
become your solid.

Whispers of Deception (Shards of The Soul, #5) Pt. 2

I tried to preserve the wilting flower,
Tried to protect it from its pain.
I did my best but failed at love,
And everything with my heart is to blame.

''Battered''

Bruised,confused body mangled.Never rest,what is coming next?You have put me to the
test.Quit!No need to hit.Your wrist slit.No more pain.My freedom I gain.

Premium Member Inner Monologue

Listen to poem:
the voice inside our head
foe or friend
lifetime decision
minute to minute reward

relationship
most worth
cultivating



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Handcuff Life

Damage to the eye
As thick as the solar system
Tanned glorious 
Naked fire
A movie; damage to the date
Travel in duplicate; dublicate
Mrs Promiscuous Love

Premium Member Looks and Smirks

You are incompetent she said
Not with words
With looks, smirks mostly
I feel this now
Begin my countdown
Making my escape
From a place 
I no longer belong.

Premium Member You owe me that much

Your monologue put on pause
don’t interrupt to feed me more platitudes
~ listen or say something nice



 Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Form: Other

Moving On

Moving on is a process.
 Letting go is a action,
 so u must first move on and once u done 
tht u forget,
 y u did it in the first place.
 This is drifter will.

Funny Exchange

Butcher "If this is not the best beef you have ever had....I'll lick your toes!!"

Customer, "Well I know that it is not any good right now! I need my toes bathed!"

Premium Member How Do I Tell the World

How do I ever tell the world about us, how do I ever explain it? The world will only hear with deaf ears, ears that cannot know, ears that cannot feel, ears without a soul.

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