Most Viewed Monorhyme Poems (97)

a long racked brain night,
desirless for the skeleton
lying in my devastated bed,
feeling alone like a fish..
white page and absaint biterness
in mouth..
sash window open on the silence,
air,like a razor blade,cutting..
a perceptible life's rotten smell..
o bloody green lady..
every night a night..
jim my only friend,
go back to your damn paris'grave year..
free me,with your smoky inspire'
futility of bones fire..
shake my hand mister lamor..
you're only a dissected adventure,
hamburger in the gutter..
a night,a dismantled night.
the devil pushed my door..
every night a night....

Each earth's journey will always end
We'll miss a loved one or a friend
Why be sad when souls are free?
They're closer to God than you and me.

Hearts are not made of stone and steel
Joy and pain we'll always feel
Happiness and sorrow are so real
Life and pain are a package deal
Choose love and light, a way to heal!

kriik, kriik, kriik...
sound of the nitgh
no breath sound, no heart beep
its empty like my heart feel.

i read all the messages, i get all the flowers
but still i feel empty.
dont know why, dont know how i feel this.
its too silent.

one who cheer me up, when friends calling to chat
but its just a while, then empty again.
its no used to listen to a song...i feel more deep emptyness.
i ask my self why.

then come up my little cheer up girl, who called me mom
its broken my emptyness, feels like light are around me
then she went to sleep, empty again.

tonight, again, i ask my self, is my chat, my site worth
after a lots of scam i get, when i actually look for someone real?

Give me a hope, that my night is not going to be always silent and unworthed. that there is a real love still around from a real person who also look for real love.

Each poem we read holds a treasure
Some deep feelings one can’t measure
A gem, good luck charm, an amulet
Words of love not to forget.

Each scar a budding flower
Each healed pain has its power
Soft spot one can’t feel or see
Can make a spirit sound and free.

Everything’s a state of mind
Happiness and joy we find
Sad, hurt world may shatter
But a bright heart with love can matter.

A very little funny pig ,
jerk a big bally frog ,
Frog is jumping angrily ....
Funny pig jerk the frog more especially ,
Again ,
Again ,
Again ...
Until the frog drown into the drain .

Never say never because the one you invite today could be your tomorrow's ideal partner,

Never say never because once you're online the bundle of texts is what you receive,

Never say never because only God knows fun is what we here for.

I know you're out there somewhere
I know someday we'll meet;
Maybe down a country lane
or a busy city street.

I'm not looking for a servant
I can take care of myself.
I'm not looking for a Barbie doll
to set up on a shelf.

I need someone to walk beside me
and tell me of her dreams.
Someone who's tired of all the games
and all the foolish schemes.

A BILLION WAYS TO SAY THREE LITTLE WORDS


There must be so many ways to say the same exact thing
Like, take this offering I was commanded to deliver unto you from the Spring
And in the summer I shall say “take these my sweet”
As daisies rise from the ground to bless the finesse of your feet

There must be thousands of adjectives and numerous nouns
More words than there are tidy and tiny towns
Now let me say this in a different way to you
you will never find words birthed anew
You will seek yet never find a new way of what to say
When it’s so loudly defined by a willingness to pay
Are you bold enough to promise vows that you will one day keep?
Or will they, such as a corpse, be buried six feet deep?

How shall I react when she says three words so small yet so sacrosanct to me

Will her lips form each syllable clearly so that I might understand and let it be?
Well where is she already with her supposed proposal billions before have done and said?
Instead of my beloved the minister meandered closer and whispered the three wrong words, “your fiancé’s dead”
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one windy day on the flatland
I'll take your hand in mine
like old times...
and we'll gaze across the grey waves
the weathered down dunes
with their soft dips and curves...
ostend shall scatter my sorrows
and as I walk on the dreamy path
love will tell the tale
of ancient desires
and moist stories...

The Final Realization


Sitting in front of the window of my house TODAY
so far AWAY
from the smell of my village CLAY
where i used to LAY
i remember all the things of my journey WAY
from that village to this city near the very BAY
now where my house has it GATEWAY
thinking about the people i BETRAY
the mind game i used to PLAY
i dont feel OKAY
have u heard of the word called DECAY
that what has happened in my chest TRAY
i wish there was a button called UNSAY
for the rubbish i have said till this MAY
i wish there was a button called REPLAY
so that i could undo many conversation and start with a 'HEY'
i wish there was a button called DELAY
to slow the time of the peaceful moments so a lil long they could STAY
i dont belong here i am like a STRAY
there is no light here not even a single RAY
in this darkness what can i do beside to PRAY
oh god please punish me for the sins and make me PAY
but please give me the strength to say sorry to those, whom i dont have the guts to SAY


by prateek