'monosyllable' poems - Hello Poetry

Roanne Manio Jun 2022

The street is illuminated in that shade of orange
that makes everything liminal
and we move in an opposite direction as the runners.
It seemed funny back then—
like fish veering away from its school
and maybe that’s what we are.

As we sink our feet in the slightly muddy field
and we sit without care of our light-colored jeans,
the fireflies light the dimmest corners.
We ooh and ahh like children
and maybe that’s what we are.

Boy and girl with no faces, no names.
I know you by a monosyllable
still I come, still,
like strangers made bolder by the circumstance
and maybe that’s all we are.

It was nice to be in your atmosphere. Even for a little while.

#love #strangers #boymeetsgirl

David Ehrgott Dec 2015

Mono-Y-Mono

David Ehrgott Dec 2015

Mono-Y-Mono

No monophonic masterpiece
Sung on a monorail
In monotone with MSG
That's monosodium glutamate
I say that monotonously
A monoplane monopoly
A monomaniac with monomania
A monocle for monoculars
A monograph of monogamy
Monocetyledons- plants with single seeds
A monolith that's monogramed and monochromatic
You know the monosyllable of monotheism as fact
There is no monomial for mononucleosis
Are eggs mononuclear?
Monoxide just sounds dangerous
I have a monolingual term for mono
It's bad so please don't catch it

Hawa Dec 2019

Unanswered

Hawa Dec 2019

Unanswered

If I am Who I am and you are who you are.
And I am Someone when I am with you and you are Someone when you are with me.
And I love the Someone when I am with and you are in love with the Someone I am.
And we are someone else when we are together.

Then do I love you or do you love me?
Answer in a monosyllable and how many people are actually in love, give me the count.

Is that even love when it is so much conditioned?
How many of us are involved in this love story?

And is it even a love story or just a Blank Page with undeciphered ink of which we are making our meanings and words.

Are these even questions or just a rant from a wrathed mind with no opening to release.

Release the love, anger, frustration, sadness carried by all these people and the one who he thinks He is.

But isn't it too many people and their souls carried by one, when we are in love.

And again if it's not the same you, Is it even love?

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