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.
MJ-SWIM
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:24pm
Yesterday 2:24pm
Ghostly Town
I feel so serene
Walking along the scene
Walking illegally
In the quarantine
I feel so very very far
Driving along in my car
Beside closed schools and bars
I feel so beat
Driving along the street
Barren and completely empty
All alone, just the cops and me
Walking along the scene
Walking illegally
In the quarantine
I feel so very very far
Driving along in my car
Beside closed schools and bars
I feel so beat
Driving along the street
Barren and completely empty
All alone, just the cops and me
#anxiety
#myself
#boredom
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2020 00:15am
2nd Apr 2020 00:15am
Are You in Love with Me?
Darling, do you impatiently want me?
Is your heart filled with loneliness?
Do you miss me on cold and boring nights?
Vickie, are you in love with me?
Do you think of me when you’re alone?
If you do, it wouldn’t surprise me.
I’d like to know because I want you.
And my heart is filled with loneliness.
I miss you on cold and boring nights.
And I think of you when I’m alone.
You don’t have to ask me if I love you.
Darling, don’t be surprised that I do.
Is your heart filled with loneliness?
Do you miss me on cold and boring nights?
Vickie, are you in love with me?
Do you think of me when you’re alone?
If you do, it wouldn’t surprise me.
I’d like to know because I want you.
And my heart is filled with loneliness.
I miss you on cold and boring nights.
And I think of you when I’m alone.
You don’t have to ask me if I love you.
Darling, don’t be surprised that I do.
#love
#loneliness
#IMissYou #boredom
#IMissYou #boredom
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RexDurkin
Poem Published
30th Mar 2020 8:14pm
30th Mar 2020 8:14pm
Asphixi-wank
#sex
#porn
#funny #boredom
#funny #boredom
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Northern1
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2020 4:09pm
22nd Mar 2020 4:09pm
My Corona
A few others have done this one already it seems, but this is my My Corona version
Yes, i am bored
Ooh, my itty bitty one, my tiny one
When you gonna let me outside, Corona?
Ooh, you've taken all my fun, all my fun
So here inside I have to hide Corona
I can't leave this place, or touch my face, such a dreary time
I always clean my mouse, the whole house and what else I find
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Corona
Don't come any closer, huh, but will ya, huh?
Close enough to get in my eye Corona
Keeping it a...
Yes, i am bored
Ooh, my itty bitty one, my tiny one
When you gonna let me outside, Corona?
Ooh, you've taken all my fun, all my fun
So here inside I have to hide Corona
I can't leave this place, or touch my face, such a dreary time
I always clean my mouse, the whole house and what else I find
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Corona
Don't come any closer, huh, but will ya, huh?
Close enough to get in my eye Corona
Keeping it a...
#anxiety
#illness
#travel
#freedom
#boredom
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Hannah_Binkley
Poem Published
15th Mar 2020 3:55pm
15th Mar 2020 3:55pm
Medication
I take the meds
that make me sick to my stomach
if I forget to eat
But what does it matter
because they make me sick
when I try to eat
Everything is glazed
and dazed
I can feel my heartbeat
but I can't find my personality
I feel like a zombie
I walk the halls
dragging my feet along
feeling worse than when I first woke up
Focusing
but not on the right thing
The paper in front of me
is the second thing on my mind
but it's supposed to be the first
That's the point of the meds
though they work ...
that make me sick to my stomach
if I forget to eat
But what does it matter
because they make me sick
when I try to eat
Everything is glazed
and dazed
I can feel my heartbeat
but I can't find my personality
I feel like a zombie
I walk the halls
dragging my feet along
feeling worse than when I first woke up
Focusing
but not on the right thing
The paper in front of me
is the second thing on my mind
but it's supposed to be the first
That's the point of the meds
though they work ...
#anxiety
#regret
#confusion
#emptiness
#boredom
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Kingvirky
Poem Published
20th Feb 2020 2:51pm
20th Feb 2020 2:51pm
Hot noons and cold nights
Why do I even brush and bathe?
When I'll just get dirty again.
Tryin' na sleep these days
Is one heck of a shit show.
And even when I sleep,
All my dreams are blank.
How do I write?,
When my mind's all scrambled...
Been blaming d' weather
(doing a terrible job of lying to myself)
Maybe it's really the heat,
Or the cold, lonely nights... I dunno.
Maybe I need a vacation
To Paris or the bahamas
(lol, like I can afford any)
Seriously
I need inspiration - badly!
When I'll just get dirty again.
Tryin' na sleep these days
Is one heck of a shit show.
And even when I sleep,
All my dreams are blank.
How do I write?,
When my mind's all scrambled...
Been blaming d' weather
(doing a terrible job of lying to myself)
Maybe it's really the heat,
Or the cold, lonely nights... I dunno.
Maybe I need a vacation
To Paris or the bahamas
(lol, like I can afford any)
Seriously
I need inspiration - badly!
#loneliness
#summer
#frustration
#emptiness
#boredom
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HerWildFlower
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 11:00am
17th Feb 2020 11:00am
Inside My Head
My eyes are sunken
Bags under them.
I'm tired, torn and anxious
But on the far side of advancement.
My heart grieves so tenderly
A wisp , a star, and then substantially
A tear for a broken, painfully healing heart
And I reach for the moon
The sun, the stars, to find the light
Once here before the dark
My knees are shaking
They give way
And here I lay
Eyes now bloodshot
Fear gives in
And I remain in dismay.
All my soul, all my heart
Each day IS on replay
I told everyone that I am no okay
And...
Bags under them.
I'm tired, torn and anxious
But on the far side of advancement.
My heart grieves so tenderly
A wisp , a star, and then substantially
A tear for a broken, painfully healing heart
And I reach for the moon
The sun, the stars, to find the light
Once here before the dark
My knees are shaking
They give way
And here I lay
Eyes now bloodshot
Fear gives in
And I remain in dismay.
All my soul, all my heart
Each day IS on replay
I told everyone that I am no okay
And...
#anxiety
#grief
#PowerOfWords
#boredom
#passion
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docebo
Poem Published
13th Feb 2020 3:23pm
13th Feb 2020 3:23pm
Life in China - 2020
Waiting and watching,
Could this be a real thing?
More than just a quirk,
Denial does not work.
The death toll rises,
Stay inside, advises.
People look surreal,
Life has lost its quaint zeal.
Tomorrow will come,
But for now I feel numb.
Activity stops,
And festivity flops.
Think of work and school,
So the worries won’t pool.
Coronavirus,
Leaves much desirous.
Could this be a real thing?
More than just a quirk,
Denial does not work.
The death toll rises,
Stay inside, advises.
People look surreal,
Life has lost its quaint zeal.
Tomorrow will come,
But for now I feel numb.
Activity stops,
And festivity flops.
Think of work and school,
So the worries won’t pool.
Coronavirus,
Leaves much desirous.
#anxiety
#confusion
#denial #boredom
#denial #boredom
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1 Comment
Kingvirky
Poem Published
13th Feb 2020 6:28am
13th Feb 2020 6:28am
Tepid Dreams
Is it the dust?
Is it the cold?
Is it the scorching sun?
Did the elements hold a combined session
To rob me of my soul?
I once knew a man who dreamt of touching the sun
And having a feast with celestial biengs.
Youthful,
Fiery,
Bright.
Now when I close my eyes
All I see are bills,
Unpaid taxes,
Unresolved crisis...
Where is the cradle of zeal,
That I may drink.
All I have are tepid thoughts.
Can I dare to dream again?
Is it the cold?
Is it the scorching sun?
Did the elements hold a combined session
To rob me of my soul?
I once knew a man who dreamt of touching the sun
And having a feast with celestial biengs.
Youthful,
Fiery,
Bright.
Now when I close my eyes
All I see are bills,
Unpaid taxes,
Unresolved crisis...
Where is the cradle of zeal,
That I may drink.
All I have are tepid thoughts.
Can I dare to dream again?
#hope
#frustration
#disappointment
#emptiness
#boredom
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nikkimoe
Poem Published
9th Feb 2020 00:53am
9th Feb 2020 00:53am
Yawn
I don't like exclusive clubs
it's always the same people,
that's just boring.
Change it up,
or be forever stuck
in the same old monotony.
Repetition is brainwashing.
it's always the same people,
that's just boring.
Change it up,
or be forever stuck
in the same old monotony.
Repetition is brainwashing.
#storm
#boredom
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6 Comments
Tristitude
Poem Published
1st Feb 2020 5:08am
1st Feb 2020 5:08am
Title
Having left my body in the snow, my feet had dragged me to a slow.
I felt the warmth turn endless cold, I see the sights beyond our own.
I sense the room- in eyes- in hearts. I held my self with tired sighs.
Each future path laid to the stars, each bygone era knight errant flies.
Do you or I. Ill do ill die and few to lie- We’ll do, We’ll die.
Above our eastern red descent a change of time from past to present.
Hand me the item on the wall lest this restless fate consumes you all.
I felt the warmth turn endless cold, I see the sights beyond our own.
I sense the room- in eyes- in hearts. I held my self with tired sighs.
Each future path laid to the stars, each bygone era knight errant flies.
Do you or I. Ill do ill die and few to lie- We’ll do, We’ll die.
Above our eastern red descent a change of time from past to present.
Hand me the item on the wall lest this restless fate consumes you all.
#boredom
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beanbandit
Poem Published
31st Jan 2020 10:42pm
31st Jan 2020 10:42pm
Work
Serving something stupid
Spilling syrup on my hands
Panicking I pack the pancakes
Properly into the pans
Pour the eggs a little more
The scorching oil you can't stand
My fried up fingers fricasseed
I'm lending you a helping hand
My conviction is convection
Hash and sausage never bland
Even fake meat for the vegans
Hi, can I help you sir or ma'am?
Spilling syrup on my hands
Panicking I pack the pancakes
Properly into the pans
Pour the eggs a little more
The scorching oil you can't stand
My fried up fingers fricasseed
I'm lending you a helping hand
My conviction is convection
Hash and sausage never bland
Even fake meat for the vegans
Hi, can I help you sir or ma'am?
#boredom
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