Most Liked Monorhyme Poems (97)

i don't know about you
but as for me
i do a whole lot of talking to me
while all alone
alone but for the drone of dreary drums
as an aria arises from rows of reverent conundrums
and a symphony of sounds from such sorrow to which sadness succumbs
as my mind stoops over in order to pick up bits of my conscience crumb by crumb
i spend an inordinate amount of my life thinking about my lot in life
a thread, a thimble, a thorn, and a thin slice of tomorrow
a bed, being nimble, a horn and the petulance of sorrow
but what about the seeds as yet un-sewn?
and all of the needs the needy need that as yet remains unknown?
but at last, sans any roots, yet and still i am a tree well grown

grown of grenery and not by any means human bone
and is there a precise measurement for when a pebble becomes a stone
and a stone to a bolder
i mean did anyone ever space the weight between the two and put it in some folder
to be reviewed when he gets a bit older
i suppose, if given a choice i'd opt not to be a boulder but just a little bit bigger than a pebble sized stone
but just becaue i were only a pebble i still need my cell-phone
unless i don't like the boulder's voice and tone
and yes, i am and remain all alone
consecrated by convicts
a pacifist who cares not for conflicts
but right now i'm off to bed
to rid the ridiculous out of my un-quiet head
while beyond the white picket fences
Mrs. Delano sits as Mr. Delano comes up with one of his inane defences
so good night, and i pray the Lord my sanity to take
as Mr. Delano agrees there are too many leaves and tomorrowhe must rake
but if God doesn't rob me of my wits this slumber
and God knows that boulder must have my cell-phone number
then unfortunately when i awake i should be only semi-insane
and to make it perfectly plain
i'd prefer if i were in an instition for the totally insane
they won't even bother taking an M.R.I. of my brain
at least then guiltiness wouldn't be weaving its way into my medula-oblongata
oh, and I asked Jose the gardener if he had any money to pay a debt to me and he said
"nada"
but he commented that his economic status is because his hot wife buys a shit load of products by Prada
and for some reason he asked what was inside my head and the truth was, in my mind was also "nada"

you know.....rubbing me the wrong way ain't right
now damn it........good night
and by the way, if a grub is crawling on a tree but doing it incorrectly wouldn't that mean he was grubbing the tree the wrong way?
see, i can't keep a flood of inane thoughts such as that one at bay
so please, lash out the bright
and just say "good night"
(c) 2011.....~free cee!~

They took off in the wind.
Just like all the songs no one finished.

Nobody is kissing,
Everyone is sighing,
Tired and worn out from another useless day.

Every tear is done,
No hugs for anyone,
Just another song about another hopeless cause.

I no longer wish to live,
In this world of broken promises,
Where loved ones live in lies, then slowly fade away.

I just want to die,
And hope there's some sort of heaven:
Over the rainbow, lie down in meadows.

There's nothing left in the world.
All my dreams are gone;
I'm useless without them sleeping with me.

Goodbye, you stupid world,
Living for nothing, hoping for something,
When all you have to do is die to get your way.

I'm leaving tonight,
While the stars are bright,
So they can catch me in my tears
And fly me straight to heaven.
where tears wail no more

On spring days I long to go
To my place where idle winds blow.
To sit beneath the weeping willow
And watch puffy white clouds billow.

This is my place in the African sun
Where Mother nature and God are one.
Place where the sun rises in the east,
And all of nature for sore eyes is a feast.

Jasmine and mimosa perfume the night air
As the hazy heat of the day disappears.
The crickets chirp their mating song
And frogs croak deep all night long.

On a new day sun peeps over the horizon
After the morning star has been and gone.
The quiet stillness of the air shatters
And is broken by birds shrill chatter.

On spring days I long to go
To my place where idle winds blow ...

Walking hand in hand, at the end of the day
Digging bare toes into golden sand, not much to say.

Russet sun dips low, between strips of palm trees
We laugh and scream as we run down to meet the sea.

We strip our clothes off fast; last one in is a rotten egg,
Feel this cold salty water cool bodies, arms and legs.

We chase and play in much the same way
As sea creatures or dolphins with their mates play.

Jumping over white crests, then plunging down to the depths
We swim deeper still beneath and hold our breaths.

When the last russet rays are peeping over the bay
And the night air grows cold, we stop our play.

Run to where our clothes lie strewn on golden sand
Get dressed quicky, then walk home hand in hand.

I know if I sit quietly in your presence
To me you will impart your essence.
I feel your pain and anguish as you linger in
The solemn and drawn shadows of your inner being.
As I sense your deepness, you mood unfurls
As you inspire my thoughts processing them into words.
I cannot fathom in one day all the pain
The anger, the anguish, the torment, the rage.
I try to understand by listening to your words
By sensing your inner most being - letting it unfurl
As I sit quietly in your captivating presence
Waiting for you to impart to me your essence.

"Rest your weary nodding head
Upon this mossy stone for a bed
While I sing a sweet lullaby -
If you fall asleep, I'll stay for a while.

I'll stay all night if you want me to
Singing soft lullabies by the light of the moon
Under the lavender and jasmine too
Their sweet scents chase away the blues.

Tomorrow when the sun is high
And swallows are flying in the sky,
I'll skip with you down Foxes Lane
And to your village I'll point the way.

No, I cannot go with you all the way
For I must go back to my fen to stay.
But you can come and play anyday
As long as your mum says it's okay.

Come back soon one day again
To where we are in the fairy glen
Across the fields and through the woods,
Over the stream and beyond the moors.

We'll play on the dunes with the sandy folk
And listen to the waves as they heave and drone.
We'll dance to the song of the garden larks
And play long after it has become dark.

Then you can rest your weary and nodding head
On a mossy stone or in my lap instead.
I'll sing sweet lullabies till the moon is high
And if you fall asleep, I'll stay for a while."

Small, wizened, brown she
Harvesting wheat in the field
All alone in the quiet of the early morn
As sun's rays touched the earth and were born.
Nothing but silence pierced the air -
No birds to be seen or heard anywhere.
Out of the corner of her eye
She saw that creature so foul and sly,
So she ran to find the biggest tree
So she could climb up it to be free.
She ran and the foul creature chased
Until she found the biggest tree's base.
She climbed up it nimbly and quick
Till she reached the very last stick.
Then she stood on tiptoes and bared
Her brown arms, and with eyes stared
Towards the heavens, to Father Sky
As she called out to him, he heard her cry.
Suddenly she grew wings of silk
The color of silver and new warm milk.
She spread her wings and flew high
To the heavens, to her Father Sky,
Whilst far down below the beast
Was seen slinking through the wheat.

You make your way down the garden path,
And amongst the wood and brush you espy my flower.
With gentle fingers - you the petals do part
Then bury your face within - to partake
Of the sweet fragranced scented aroma.

The sweet frangrance of my flower
Causing every fibre of your being to become aroused
As you drink in the moments of this hour -
The perfume, the coloured hues, the brilliant design.

You allow your soft lips to sip
The nectar hidden within.
You trace the outline of the stamen
Ever so softly with your tongue - tainted
With the taste of nectar
From my beautiful flower.

You pry the petals open
And thrust your fingers into the main vortex
Threatening to tear the gentle soul
And senses of my flower apart.

From your throat come muted
Moans and groans of exquisite pleasure
As you continue to thrust your fingers
Until you climax in the centre
Of my exquiste flower.

All I have ever seen displayed
Are your haunting eyes across my page,
But at night when perchance I dream
I behold your face in realms unseen.

You come to me in my midnight hour,
When the moon rules in absolute power.
We stroll along the banks of a river
And my quickened heart is all a quiver.

Then alas morning comes upon us
And gone are the steamy nights of lust.
And all I see displayed
Are your haunting eyes across my page.

I know I can never be with you
For I am one and you are two.
I accept that we will never be,
Perhaps my path is meant to be free.

And I suppose that all I'll ever see displayed
Are your haunting eyes across my page.
Perhaps it's not meant to be
And your face will remain hidden and unseen.

I spied a famished fairy
Cold, skinny, starving
Her feathery wings had lost their sheen
And no shoes were upon her feet.

I brought her in to my sunny room
And sat her on a thimble for a stool.
I fed her bread & butter and fairy cakes
And brought back a smile to her ashen face.

Now she lives in my doll's house
And rides as her steed my pet mouse.
She dresses in gowns of velvet and satin
And is learning to speak French and Latin.

She dines at my table every night,
She savours every morsel - every bite.
Her once ashen face is rosy and cheery
My once famished friend is now a robust fairy!