Mundane Poems - Poems about Mundane

In light of it all In light of the mundane the obtuse nature of the *****sapiens the willingness to adhere my soul delights in belief in dreams manifesting balance universally formed in mustard seeds and eternal springs things yet unseen a ladybug’s touch plucked four leaf clovers who can know who can cast foreshadows in- in light of it all in...

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Is it me? Is it real? The feelings that I feel… never seem to match the world around me. What if I’m lost in time, wrapped up in some sublime cosmic poet’s next attempt at melancholy? I don’t ever feel at home, most times would rather be alone. I’m broken, yeah I know cuz I don’t change things. Maybe I’m just out...

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Does it matter what you do or matter what you say? Does anything mean anything when you live Groundhog Day? Is there a way to please the Gods so that they’ll let you go? Or maybe there’s no point at all. Perhaps it’s just a show. But what else can you do if you find you’re stuck in this scene. You have to just keep...

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Sun ray sneaking up through the leaves, Paving the way towards me hiding a story up in the sleeves. A freshly brewed coffee in an undiscovered café, While a heartfelt letter to a disputed man living the cliché. A secluded place surrounded by every lover's dismay, Completed by their unconditional love in display. The sweet dreams are strangling my present days, While...

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You ask me why I stay, why these streets hold my steps, why my days fold together like waves that never rush, never roar. You wonder how I breathe this stillness, wake to mornings that echo themselves, find joy in things so small they slip through your grasp...

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Customized Custom requires behaviors which Usually are good for us, but Sometimes it is better if we Think Outside the box and Make different choices and use our Imagination to add Zest to our lives so that Every day Doesn't become mundane ...

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I’m waiting at the bus stop. It’s beautiful for some reason. I’m embarrassed to think that it’s beautiful because it’s mundane. It’s called a bus “stop.” But there is movement everywhere. Fingers moving from text to text. I erase that in my mind because it’s corny. I don’t have a pen, just my phone. I can type on my phone, but that would...

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rising from bed in the morning seeking shelter when it's storming idly whiling stray hours away dreaming there will be better days fabricating a self-image with a more prominent linage doodling on back of a letter shunning life as a go-getter paying of various taxes wielding rhetorical axes stopping by the grocery store dealing with muscles which are sore waiting in the queue at the bank musing why...

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With hair ablaze a jester unconfined. I scoffed at the mundane its life declined. My wardrobe a riot a rhapsody bold. Mismatched socks my standard stories untold. In classrooms of tedium rules I'd defy Grasping forbidden knowledge 'neath watchful sky. Craving for wisdom in esoteric wells. Chased squirrels with saws casting fanciful spells! Detentions for antics the school's icy stare Derided in classrooms a spirit too...

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I must have wished a thousand times that somehow we could live our lives for something more. And I can’t help but wonder why we strive to keep so much in line, what is it for? Can’t you see we spend our time building what we call “The Grind”, finding ways to numb the pain it causes. The blind leading the blind. Can’t you see...

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Many days go by unchanged, Much the same as yesterday and tomorrow. My mind often wanders into fantasy; Might the Lottery throw my numbers~ Mansion with an great big garden, Margueritas in a tropical land? Meh! The dishes still must be done!...

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Simmer the sunshine, Cause it hurts my eye, So does the mundanity, Holding on - gripping it, As to waist does a belt. Free to roam the streets, Dark and lively, Rain smothering the pain, Dogs bark-an omen, Living for the night, Rather filled with laughs, Mugs of beer getting me. Soon have to catch a train, And return to the mundanity, Hoping I’ll live for the night,...

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The mechanics of the clock The stutter of the ticks and tocks The cogs eternally clenching teeth Singing songs from underneath The changing features of the clock face Each hand steadfast in its place Pendulum swinging, sounds like a knock Who's there? I ask. Tick-tock-tick-tock....

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Inspired after writing the ekphrasis on Hoppers Rooms by the Sea by thinking of it's alternative name The Jumping Off Place. I like the idea of picking an idea and going with it I picked nothing much from my surroundings and quickly wrote something down about it to see what appeared. The clock ticks and...

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GO HELP SOMEONE Sometimes when you look around And wonder what is truly sound You may hope for something great That makes you want to celebrate ```````````````````````````` But often it's all mundane And everyday may seem the same. But still you hope for future bright Perhaps it even comes in sight ```````````````````````````````` A special time and special day Suddenly will come your way If you have...

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