Poems about Boredom
#boredom
Poems about boredom, apathy and disinterest in the world. Poems about the daily grind of life, and how boredom can wear you down. Poetry about frustration and wanting to break free to find a more exciting way of life.
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
Today 00:35am
Today 00:35am
Desire in the Time of Pain
#boredom
#dark
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poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 11:37pm
6th Mar 2025 11:37pm
Someone like me
Someone like me
You won't find anywhere else
I Iive on earth
And I enjoy living on earth
There are people
That are trying to change me
They say that is not good
For me to be a Christian
Also they want me to be perfect
I will never be that
Because I have my faults also
You won't find anywhere else
I Iive on earth
And I enjoy living on earth
There are people
That are trying to change me
They say that is not good
For me to be a Christian
Also they want me to be perfect
I will never be that
Because I have my faults also
#anger
#boredom
#despair
#heartbroken
#shame
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nostalgic_being10
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 1:16pm
3rd Mar 2025 1:16pm
Glistening canvas
At last, the blues return,
In spite of the sultry surroundings.
The rays of the sun do not reach me,
Distant echoes, unfamiliar—
Merely the maddening pounding.
The pounding plagues my hearing,
Since it caged me in these blues.
Merely that last summer,
They introduced me to my doom.
Now, a glistening, pristine canvas—my eyes are set upon.
Warmth, a withdrawal, for the heat is foreign.
I kept staring at the sun till it bids farewell,
Only to rise again at dawn.
Blinding promises invite me outside.
They seek...
In spite of the sultry surroundings.
The rays of the sun do not reach me,
Distant echoes, unfamiliar—
Merely the maddening pounding.
The pounding plagues my hearing,
Since it caged me in these blues.
Merely that last summer,
They introduced me to my doom.
Now, a glistening, pristine canvas—my eyes are set upon.
Warmth, a withdrawal, for the heat is foreign.
I kept staring at the sun till it bids farewell,
Only to rise again at dawn.
Blinding promises invite me outside.
They seek...
#boredom
#emptiness
#loneliness
36 reads
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NoQuarter
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 4:24pm
24th Feb 2025 4:24pm
Stitch The Puppet
I have certainly been wounded,
the cuts deeper over time.
Put another stitch in the fabric
so the emotion stays inside.
Your version of the truth
smacked me like a piñata,
exposing what hides,
so grubby little hands can take what resides.
Refried dreams from dented cans,
whispers from another room,
ears tucked under hands.
Tacos on the flip,
the shell of a broken man...
the cuts deeper over time.
Put another stitch in the fabric
so the emotion stays inside.
Your version of the truth
smacked me like a piñata,
exposing what hides,
so grubby little hands can take what resides.
Refried dreams from dented cans,
whispers from another room,
ears tucked under hands.
Tacos on the flip,
the shell of a broken man...
#boredom
97 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 1:26pm
24th Feb 2025 1:26pm
Topical Pain Forest
The forest breathes with a sinister sigh.
Branches grasp like hands from the sky.
Lost souls wander, forever to vie,
for fragments of truths in shadows that lie.
In hell's embrace where hopes slowly die.
Through the underbrush a path of pain,
tears of the damned fall like bitter rain,
visions of pasts that darkened remain.
Lost meanings echo in a mournful refrain,
a symphony of sorrow, eternal disdain.
In the heart of darkness an abyss profound
where lost meanings whisper without a sound.
Sins and regrets in...
Branches grasp like hands from the sky.
Lost souls wander, forever to vie,
for fragments of truths in shadows that lie.
In hell's embrace where hopes slowly die.
Through the underbrush a path of pain,
tears of the damned fall like bitter rain,
visions of pasts that darkened remain.
Lost meanings echo in a mournful refrain,
a symphony of sorrow, eternal disdain.
In the heart of darkness an abyss profound
where lost meanings whisper without a sound.
Sins and regrets in...
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#depression
#fear
85 reads
4 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 9:10pm
21st Feb 2025 9:10pm
Monotony
Monotony is tearing me up
It is black and white
Black and white
Black and white.
It is black and white
Black and white
Black and white.
#boredom
67 reads
4 Comments
Mercurial
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 9:04am
15th Feb 2025 9:04am
Suicide Train
Glued to soft and fine grass,
View of the sky like fine glass,
Greenery whispering without doubt,
A plan to suck my soul out.
Days and nights passed,
Sun became cold and harsh,
Grass with hay’s complexion,
Treated He with bitter compassion.
Soft touch of the wind,
Swifting over my skin,
Grass became stickier,
Deceit became comfier.
Boredom knocked on my head,
Welcomed an old friend,
Bantered about the sun,
Fatigued with its sweet burn.
Excitement knocked on my nerves,
Welcomed with joy...
View of the sky like fine glass,
Greenery whispering without doubt,
A plan to suck my soul out.
Days and nights passed,
Sun became cold and harsh,
Grass with hay’s complexion,
Treated He with bitter compassion.
Soft touch of the wind,
Swifting over my skin,
Grass became stickier,
Deceit became comfier.
Boredom knocked on my head,
Welcomed an old friend,
Bantered about the sun,
Fatigued with its sweet burn.
Excitement knocked on my nerves,
Welcomed with joy...
#bittersweet
#boredom
#confusion #loneliness
#confusion #loneliness
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poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 3:46pm
13th Feb 2025 3:46pm
Every hour
Every hour
I am thinking of you
My father
You blessed me
With a nice weather
It is finally sunny today
Thanks God Father
We had already lots of rainy days
During the summer
So father you cooled the earth already
For us
We must tell you that we love the sunny days
We are having a mild summer
I am thinking of you
My father
You blessed me
With a nice weather
It is finally sunny today
Thanks God Father
We had already lots of rainy days
During the summer
So father you cooled the earth already
For us
We must tell you that we love the sunny days
We are having a mild summer
#bittersweet
#boredom
#greed
#rejection
#shame
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wallyroo92
Bumped 7th Feb 2025 2:42am
19th Sep 2019 1:09am
19th Sep 2019 1:09am
A Shot in the Dark
Poetry competitions are like testing your own conditions,
Are you good enough at the art when you take a shot in the dark?
It depends on the objective but it can also be subjective,
When your words resonate with the reader it may just hit the mark.
It’s like a sudden and swift race caught up in the thrill of the chase,
I’m trying to show I’m the best from the rest in this virtual joint,
Testing to see if the host will like my post but most likely not,
Unless I ass kiss with this bliss of a poem just to prove a point…
Wait,
Unless I kiss his ass...
Are you good enough at the art when you take a shot in the dark?
It depends on the objective but it can also be subjective,
When your words resonate with the reader it may just hit the mark.
It’s like a sudden and swift race caught up in the thrill of the chase,
I’m trying to show I’m the best from the rest in this virtual joint,
Testing to see if the host will like my post but most likely not,
Unless I ass kiss with this bliss of a poem just to prove a point…
Wait,
Unless I kiss his ass...
#rhyming
#boredom
656 reads
5 Comments
GN101
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 9:06am
4th Feb 2025 9:06am
The Cult of the Two Feet
You stand now, knees trembling on the path of a precipice, the truth is, it is only your two feet who have ever kept you there, it is only your two feet that will ever keep you from slipping, stride on friend, keep your balance right…
#boredom
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poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 1:41am
1st Feb 2025 1:41am
Only myself
Only myself
Living in one bedroom
Apartment
Here in Toronto
That is all I need
Now the phone is ringing
Non stop
I will not bother to answer
Because it is late already
I have no Idea
Who is the craziest person
That is calling me
At this late hour
I am still praying for my Father
At the late hours of the
Night
Now is time to take my
Medication
I can't take my medication
On an empty stomach
I need to take with food
Now I am having some
Popcorn
That was microwaved
Yes I am...
Living in one bedroom
Apartment
Here in Toronto
That is all I need
Now the phone is ringing
Non stop
I will not bother to answer
Because it is late already
I have no Idea
Who is the craziest person
That is calling me
At this late hour
I am still praying for my Father
At the late hours of the
Night
Now is time to take my
Medication
I can't take my medication
On an empty stomach
I need to take with food
Now I am having some
Popcorn
That was microwaved
Yes I am...
#boredom
#fear
#greed
#grief
#hate
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 3:19am
31st Jan 2025 3:19am
Futility.
Everything.
All the time.
All at once.
And, I make sense.
Out of the tangents.
Writing the narrative that is my life.
And, will you be a footnote in the poorly worded.
Dialogue.
And, will you be a friend to the no one I've become.
An, index to all my poor plot choices and poorly rounded characters.
That pepper my life.
With the mundane.
Mediocre.
All the time.
All at once.
And, I make sense.
Out of the tangents.
Writing the narrative that is my life.
And, will you be a footnote in the poorly worded.
Dialogue.
And, will you be a friend to the no one I've become.
An, index to all my poor plot choices and poorly rounded characters.
That pepper my life.
With the mundane.
Mediocre.
#boredom
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