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.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 11:24pm
6th Apr 2025 11:24pm
He Worked, He Drank
He worked
He worked
He worked
and worked
He drank
He drank
He drank
and drank
His job wasn't to far from his home
He would walk home the same route every day
It wasn't the greatest neighborhood
Hobo's were always near the liquor store he would stop by each evening
He'd buy a bottle and have it finished by the time he arrived home
Trash littered the streets & sidewalks
He would always look down to see if any scratch-offs were thrown on the ground
Once he found a used scratch-off that had a 2 dollar...
He worked
He worked
and worked
He drank
He drank
He drank
and drank
His job wasn't to far from his home
He would walk home the same route every day
It wasn't the greatest neighborhood
Hobo's were always near the liquor store he would stop by each evening
He'd buy a bottle and have it finished by the time he arrived home
Trash littered the streets & sidewalks
He would always look down to see if any scratch-offs were thrown on the ground
Once he found a used scratch-off that had a 2 dollar...
#alcohol
#boredom
#death #home
#death #home
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EveAteRedApples
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 4:45am
1st Apr 2025 4:45am
don't mention Trump in the bedroom
You want me to believe
you're made of THC
and mind numbing chemicals
but you're not a drug
you idiot
The only thing
that is vaguely addictive
about you
is your cock
because you fuck
like you were born
to worship cunts
But it's not enough
that you make me scream
it's not enough
that you leave me so breathless
I can't stand upright unaided
it's not enough
that I see the whole universe
in the aftermath of your body
breaking mine
It's so fucking boring ...
you're made of THC
and mind numbing chemicals
but you're not a drug
you idiot
The only thing
that is vaguely addictive
about you
is your cock
because you fuck
like you were born
to worship cunts
But it's not enough
that you make me scream
it's not enough
that you leave me so breathless
I can't stand upright unaided
it's not enough
that I see the whole universe
in the aftermath of your body
breaking mine
It's so fucking boring ...
#addiction
#boredom
#drugs
#marijuana
#sex
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oskar
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 7:57pm
18th Mar 2025 7:57pm
a village in the sun
A village in the sun
There is a small village with a few streets that have no name and houses have no number twelve I bought a small home that had stood empty for years when not used as a stable for the unique Algarvian white long-eared donkey
Retired workers in the village up the road where the shop was located next door to a café where they sat enjoying their beer fixed my house and soon I with my dogs everyone in the Algarve has a dog and I could spend my time writing poetry or walking in the wood
This Idyll was too perfect to last, one day a group of English tourists...
There is a small village with a few streets that have no name and houses have no number twelve I bought a small home that had stood empty for years when not used as a stable for the unique Algarvian white long-eared donkey
Retired workers in the village up the road where the shop was located next door to a café where they sat enjoying their beer fixed my house and soon I with my dogs everyone in the Algarve has a dog and I could spend my time writing poetry or walking in the wood
This Idyll was too perfect to last, one day a group of English tourists...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #boredom
#apathy #boredom
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Mar 2025 10:08pm
13th Mar 2025 10:08pm
Early Morning Blues
Thursday. 8:11 AM
2 hours into my day at work.
What a drag
I’m surrounded by these bland grey walls that are about 6 ft high
There dusty and in need of cleaning
Fucking gross
Are they to protect me from the outsiders?
Are they to protect others from me?
Are they listening to my thoughts or when I speak?
Probably
All I know is that my creativity is being sucked away from this isolated location
It’s horrible
In addition, knowing that the one poetry website I could rely on is disappearing in a few weeks
I don't...
2 hours into my day at work.
What a drag
I’m surrounded by these bland grey walls that are about 6 ft high
There dusty and in need of cleaning
Fucking gross
Are they to protect me from the outsiders?
Are they to protect others from me?
Are they listening to my thoughts or when I speak?
Probably
All I know is that my creativity is being sucked away from this isolated location
It’s horrible
In addition, knowing that the one poetry website I could rely on is disappearing in a few weeks
I don't...
#anger
#boredom
#job
#nonfiction
#TruthOfLife
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 10:07pm
11th Mar 2025 10:07pm
ISIS in power
Syria’s new rulers
I’m going out to buy two onions, flowers for my wife, and a box of red wine for no one in particular; since I’m the only one in the house who drinks wine, I guess I have to drink it myself
The checkout woman looked like Assad’s wife
Which made me think of the thousands of prisoners in his dungeon; they have disappeared. There could not have been so many; after all, perhaps it was a hall lined with mirrors.
The Alawites, Druids, and Christians, not that are murdered by the thousands, many hides in the Russian base, not the newspapers say anything about,...
I’m going out to buy two onions, flowers for my wife, and a box of red wine for no one in particular; since I’m the only one in the house who drinks wine, I guess I have to drink it myself
The checkout woman looked like Assad’s wife
Which made me think of the thousands of prisoners in his dungeon; they have disappeared. There could not have been so many; after all, perhaps it was a hall lined with mirrors.
The Alawites, Druids, and Christians, not that are murdered by the thousands, many hides in the Russian base, not the newspapers say anything about,...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#confusion
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moroccanpoet
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 00:35am
11th Mar 2025 00:35am
Desire in the Time of Pain
#boredom
#dark
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2 Comments
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
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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
113 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
85 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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