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.
Taurek
Poem Published
4th Oct 2021 2:19am
4th Oct 2021 2:19am
Stealing Your Girlfriend
Bored of my playlist
need some pussy
need to get the jab
need to just give in
already
blackheart blues
coming back again
alienated
bad reception
the mirror being true
the narrative being
something else
rote melodies playing
over them
great expectations disappointing
you
you can have it all, but, why?
suffering for that piece of
ass in Isla Vista,
after 12 dudes had it every
which way, for nothing
...
need some pussy
need to get the jab
need to just give in
already
blackheart blues
coming back again
alienated
bad reception
the mirror being true
the narrative being
something else
rote melodies playing
over them
great expectations disappointing
you
you can have it all, but, why?
suffering for that piece of
ass in Isla Vista,
after 12 dudes had it every
which way, for nothing
...
#sex
#corruption
#oppression
#greed
#boredom
65 reads
3 Comments
Brandon
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Poem Published
29th Sep 2021 3:08pm
29th Sep 2021 3:08pm
Addition
One and two make three
+
Such simple understanding
+
Mathematic ease
+
Such simple understanding
+
Mathematic ease
#learning
#senryu
#boredom
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1 Comment
A_Conduit
Poem Published
24th Sep 2021 00:30am
24th Sep 2021 00:30am
When you can dance, dance
It would kill me to go
And it's killing me to stay
In the back of my head there is a dance
Which would kill me if I were to remember it
But it's somewhere back there
Waltzing through the jaded annals of history
A poetic laugh
With the notion of love at it's heels
Whisked away
And away it seems to be
But what of the notion remains
It would kill me to leave
It will kill me to stay
The rocks and the hard places
Seem to be places I've known too long
And known too well
Can you remember those times
When you'd...
And it's killing me to stay
In the back of my head there is a dance
Which would kill me if I were to remember it
But it's somewhere back there
Waltzing through the jaded annals of history
A poetic laugh
With the notion of love at it's heels
Whisked away
And away it seems to be
But what of the notion remains
It would kill me to leave
It will kill me to stay
The rocks and the hard places
Seem to be places I've known too long
And known too well
Can you remember those times
When you'd...
#depression
#memories
#frustration
#apathy
#boredom
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2 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
11th Sep 2021 3:28am
11th Sep 2021 3:28am
Hellified Tantamounts
This is a spider session, replete
with the sunglass woman
eyeing me from across
the street
I don’t want to hear music
there is nothing I want to see
there is nothing to say
I’m watching this all from
across the street and it’s
boring
pine tar dripping from my
ceiling
black widows forming webs
across my doorway
another job in hell tomorrow
I was just another pawn in
the sickest game of all
liquor for dinner
locking my keys in my car
...
with the sunglass woman
eyeing me from across
the street
I don’t want to hear music
there is nothing I want to see
there is nothing to say
I’m watching this all from
across the street and it’s
boring
pine tar dripping from my
ceiling
black widows forming webs
across my doorway
another job in hell tomorrow
I was just another pawn in
the sickest game of all
liquor for dinner
locking my keys in my car
...
#music
#alcohol
#hell
#freedom
#boredom
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2 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
6th Sep 2021 5:30pm
6th Sep 2021 5:30pm
another f**king night in America
the birds have turned
to stone
the wind sings an
ugly song
there is torture in
the heart of
love...
across the great
land, husbands
and wives murder
intimacy with the
blade of boredom
the museum's and
galleries are empty
of hope...
the great works of
art have gone on
strike with
disdain
the dark dream of
hive thinking
originality has gone
the way of the
dinosaur
and there is nothing
but shit on t.v
tonight ...
to stone
the wind sings an
ugly song
there is torture in
the heart of
love...
across the great
land, husbands
and wives murder
intimacy with the
blade of boredom
the museum's and
galleries are empty
of hope...
the great works of
art have gone on
strike with
disdain
the dark dream of
hive thinking
originality has gone
the way of the
dinosaur
and there is nothing
but shit on t.v
tonight ...
#apathy
#boredom
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13 Comments
FATBOY300PLUS
Poem Published
4th Sep 2021 10:13pm
4th Sep 2021 10:13pm
Dickn Around In The Dictionary
(And fukkn wit Dr Seuss)
In a boat in a moat
There's a goat eating oats
He's wearing a coat in this boat that's afloat
Would he have time to swallow the oats in his throat
To assist a poor shoat being chased by a stoat?
Now
would the stoat take offense at this goat's ermine coat
Stop chasing the shoat
Take off after the goat
Knock over the oats and take hold of goat's throat
Toss goat from the boat
And right into the moat
Then with one final gloat resume chasing poor shoat
Because...
In a boat in a moat
There's a goat eating oats
He's wearing a coat in this boat that's afloat
Would he have time to swallow the oats in his throat
To assist a poor shoat being chased by a stoat?
Now
would the stoat take offense at this goat's ermine coat
Stop chasing the shoat
Take off after the goat
Knock over the oats and take hold of goat's throat
Toss goat from the boat
And right into the moat
Then with one final gloat resume chasing poor shoat
Because...
#dark
#funny
#WritersBlock #boredom
#WritersBlock #boredom
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8 Comments
archie23
Poem Published
4th Sep 2021 9:00am
4th Sep 2021 9:00am
PASSED OUT TO YOU
PASSED OUT TO YOU
Frustration has passed at last
The past has been written away
as a fluke
Within one final dance with fate and
one last chance within smitten dismay
as I puke
Frustration has passed at last
The past has been written away
as a fluke
Within one final dance with fate and
one last chance within smitten dismay
as I puke
#loneliness
#emptiness
#apathy #boredom
#apathy #boredom
47 reads
4 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
1st Sep 2021 3:06pm
1st Sep 2021 3:06pm
Was Afraid That You're Going To Ask That
I was afraid that you're going to
ask that for to me, the end of
summer means going back to
school and having someone
bore us to death with
pop quizzes and
other dumb
stuff like
that.
ask that for to me, the end of
summer means going back to
school and having someone
bore us to death with
pop quizzes and
other dumb
stuff like
that.
#summer
#fall
#dialogue
#disappointment
#boredom
32 reads
2 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
28th Aug 2021 5:47pm
28th Aug 2021 5:47pm
Bored again, naturally.
Getting up
And wondering why.
Bored Boring Bored.
So money does not
Buy happiness
But I'm sure it helps
To diversify,
To disperse the load
Of weariness
And helps with other
Forms
Of escapism.
And wondering why.
Bored Boring Bored.
So money does not
Buy happiness
But I'm sure it helps
To diversify,
To disperse the load
Of weariness
And helps with other
Forms
Of escapism.
#emptiness
#boredom
48 reads
4 Comments
blaberidae
Poem Published
28th Aug 2021 3:55am
28th Aug 2021 3:55am
The Angler
Where did my page go? The shore rumbled. A flurry of camels trotted along the coast. The ivory fabric draping over the heads of distant princes—at least fifteen princes, would you believe it?—cracked like whips. They rode on horses of platinum and marble. My book plummeted. It danced upon the floor of the ship, in rhythm with the bustling party below the Mediterranean Sea.
My page did not matter. I let its wisdom vanish into the burst of colour, the brilliance: the pungent meals, the booming, poignant music. And that did not matter. All of the laws of the universe, as old as time,...
My page did not matter. I let its wisdom vanish into the burst of colour, the brilliance: the pungent meals, the booming, poignant music. And that did not matter. All of the laws of the universe, as old as time,...
#lust
#loneliness
#sea
#storm
#boredom
79 reads
5 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
27th Aug 2021 7:23pm
27th Aug 2021 7:23pm
Abigail Kikke - whom Covid's lockdown made into a totally luckless Scottish paedophile; she ludicrously claims in court!
By Stanley Collymore
So in your sick, twisted
and most thoroughly
dishonest mind Ms.
Abigail Kikke, the precautionary
and rational restrictions of this
Covid-19 pandemic enforcedly
and unflinchingly, placed you
quite cruelly, in a discernibly
dark place; where evidently
and distinctly; unavoidably
and forlornly, significantly
and completely helplessly
you were inevitably, then
cruelly transformed into
unjustly being a hapless
female, sexual predator
and completely against ...
So in your sick, twisted
and most thoroughly
dishonest mind Ms.
Abigail Kikke, the precautionary
and rational restrictions of this
Covid-19 pandemic enforcedly
and unflinchingly, placed you
quite cruelly, in a discernibly
dark place; where evidently
and distinctly; unavoidably
and forlornly, significantly
and completely helplessly
you were inevitably, then
cruelly transformed into
unjustly being a hapless
female, sexual predator
and completely against ...
#hate
#dark
#shame
#emptiness
#boredom
131 reads
2 Comments
Dreamboy
Poem Published
17th Jul 2021 2:20pm
17th Jul 2021 2:20pm
Yeti
Conversation
fades out.
Nothing lasts, and no one
laughs
Unless it's me they're
talking about
Built a wall so far from town I had to climb
to come out
Built something real and saw it disappear
I forgot how to talk
I lost interest in the things
That people always talk about
Lucky strokes of ego
Where instead my ego
died
in the fall.
Froze all winter and it
never thawed.
Now it's
part
of the
fucking ground
Now it's water
in someone else's
pond
Its all...
fades out.
Nothing lasts, and no one
laughs
Unless it's me they're
talking about
Built a wall so far from town I had to climb
to come out
Built something real and saw it disappear
I forgot how to talk
I lost interest in the things
That people always talk about
Lucky strokes of ego
Where instead my ego
died
in the fall.
Froze all winter and it
never thawed.
Now it's
part
of the
fucking ground
Now it's water
in someone else's
pond
Its all...
#loneliness
#identity
#humankind
#emptiness
#boredom
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