Monday Poems - Poems about Monday

trying to get momentum flowing, i really need to get going ordering my body to move i don't know what i'm trying to prove i am determined to get to work on time but i must create my monday rhyme ...Read the rest...

And so it goes, these seven days Waking up as my music plays, A new beginning, one of many A place to start, as good as any The second day is rarely bad … Enjoying whatever weather we'd had, While checking...Read the rest...

Wow, another Super Bowl Sunday is upon us here, While it's treated like a national holiday. Yet consumption can be measured by all the beer, As the gallons are poured...Read the rest...

Rise and shine cravin' a latte, of mint cream whisked, Robusta strong. With dozen donuts glazed or more to go, to bid 'em Monday blues, so long....Read the rest...

Moonstone eyes Onyx and wise Neon in face Dipped in grace Aesthetic halo Yellow gold soul...Read the rest...

We didn’t know ‘Til time happened to decompose. Missed my friends, classes, teachers From two days to two years. I want to go back. Get your bags and go pack Because we’re going to the past. You’re my only gateway; I hope...Read the rest...

A bunny feasts on a clover patch The Keurig moans Almost as badly as me Breakfast Been eatin’ the same cereal Since 1952 (slow eater) The debate rages Should I put on pants Watch the news Let the friggin’ cat in I slurp the milk...Read the rest...

Monday morning by the beach Blue water just in my reach Gentle waves like lullabies Singing rhyme before my eyes Temptation of cold, warm feel Washing softly upon my peel Makes me want to undo...Read the rest...

flowing with traffic sun sparks energetic smile blocked by my glasses...Read the rest...

Monday rolls up there's not much to say morning grey drizzle seems on for the day Perfection in circles sizzling bud in a pipe rings reach for the ceiling fat, round, and tight Rib-eye sits resting six eggs on the pan I mix three margaritas...Read the rest...

I don't know if I'm rested Just that I could drift So without land I need to leave this vessel Have faith that my feet will find solidity Not an endless drop Nor be swept from safety Monday arrived or I arrived...Read the rest...

Marcia makes an early start, to try and find a space to park, she leaves behind her playlist tunes, for manic Monday’s duty room, where ceremony doesn’t stand, and days don’t turn out quite as planned, no point wishing she’d stopped...Read the rest...

He is cranking up the old rusty engine again, but all that work is in vain, sweat is running from his anxious face and grease is spilling all over the place. There he goes again...Read the rest...

Tears fall, soundless memories, silent as dew, Struggling from the morning’s gentle eyes, clawing Through the promises, feelings blooming, Like the blessings of roses, soft petals bathing In the sun’s clever glare… As she erases the silence, the dew,...Read the rest...

He rushed in the office with his bag in one hand, and coffee in the other hand; steam is shooting from his coffee cup, and he has eaten more than a dozen doughnut. What on...Read the rest...