#monday poems on Hello Poetry

Callum Ray Foster Sep 2017

Sometimes I'm awake,
thinking about all the thinking
that holds me from sleep,
and I lie there and ponder
why i'm lying there asunder
just a little too tired to weep.

Sunlight probes my eyes
come the morning,
a Monday calls my limbs to move
but i'm dead weight not shifting
though the sand of time is sifting
but i'm playing dead, lying aloof.

#wake #lie #sleep #monday #defeat #limbs #awkward #life #stale #dead

Andrei Corre Sep 2017

Strong Woman

She was radiating rainbows with mystic fogs
Put her down,
She smiles and laughs
Always a puzzle I never got right
Snap her bones,
She heals overnight
Cut her heart,
She bleeds hues
Hurt her beloved,
Hell breaks loose

#touch #her #loved #ones #not #poetry #night #spilled #ink #monday

Seema Sep 2017

Monday Blues

A blunt start
It's Monday blues
Aching heart
Searching for clues
Wondering eyes
Scheduled meetings
More sales lies
More customer cheatings
Gloomy, rainy, breezy day
Good morning, morning all passes say
My mind is rolling over thinking
My eyes heavy, dosing and sinking
O' I hope it was another holiday
Another day in bed, dreaming all the way
But Monday always comes again
Ruining my week, giving me pain
Same people, same desk, job loads
Traffic queuing on the roads
O' this laziness
I need coffee, to focus on today's business
Monday! Monday! Fly away fast
Till Friday comes, with a party blast...

©sim

Glad the day is over :)

#monday #lies #pain #lazy #workload

Deranged doll Aug 2017

Go Away

Dear Monday, Go away.

#monday

Idiot Aug 2017

Back to School___Monday Blue

(morning)

            U
             S              N
L-i-k-e   t-h-e ---------------------------------------t-A
            N             D
             W    A

                   School gradually appeared in my horizon,
And Happiness was dramatically frozen.

Monday blue~

#school #monday #blue

Ron Gavalik Jul 2017

Monday Coffee

Coffee on Monday morning
carries a richer aroma
and a sweeter flavor
than the same brew
in the same cup
any other day of the week.
If our minds, our experiences
define so many of our tastes,
consider the satisfying joy a handshake
brings to a lonely old hermit.
Imagine the luscious splendor
of a long walk during a summer drizzle
after the endless confinements
of hospitals, doctors, and the funeral home
when she departed this realm.

All things are connected.

#coffee #monday #death #perspectives

Rachel Glen Jul 2017

What Did You Expect?

sitting blankly in this chair again,
feet planted firmly on this patterned carpet.
the air conditioner hums softly,
pulling me with the soft cushion of coldness.
exhaustion drags my eyes down,
away from the glaring lights of this screen.
voices droning on in the background,
smiles, handshakes, "how do you do?"'s.
the ringing phone sounds like one big sigh,
i suppose it's just another Monday.

#monday #worklife #deskjob #tired #whatever

Ron Gavalik Jul 2017

Monday Nights

Sometimes on late Monday nights
I'll climb out of bed,
get dressed,
and walk outside
into the middle of the street.
The lack of cars and people
brings peace.
It's just me,
accompanied by the steady hums
of building ventilation systems.
I often think about old friends
long gone.

Thoughts.

#monday #late #night #old #friends #peace