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.
Academic
Poem Published
12th Apr 2021 7:43pm
12th Apr 2021 7:43pm
All the worms are coming out of the woodwork for a piece of the action!
By Stanley Collymore
Irony completely lost on
the plethora of rabidly
fawning, and utterly
brownnosing plebeians who
in this ridiculous adulation
of theirs, over the top and
pertaining to a distinctly
over-privileged, clearly
99-year-old, obviously
deceased man, in fair
context is obviously
quite North Korean.
And if this adopted
response, co-opted
across Britain had
happened there it
would have been
hugely ridiculed!
The crucial difference...
Irony completely lost on
the plethora of rabidly
fawning, and utterly
brownnosing plebeians who
in this ridiculous adulation
of theirs, over the top and
pertaining to a distinctly
over-privileged, clearly
99-year-old, obviously
deceased man, in fair
context is obviously
quite North Korean.
And if this adopted
response, co-opted
across Britain had
happened there it
would have been
hugely ridiculed!
The crucial difference...
#denial
#emptiness
#boredom
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Academic
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 11:17pm
8th Apr 2021 11:17pm
Supposed feminists who masochistically love to immorally lambaste Meghan Markle silent on this on!
By Stanley Collymore
Jessica McMillan: aged 23
years old and distinctly
rather undeniably too
a white, lowlife; narcissistic, quite
arrogant and an unquestionably
unrepentant slapper, glasses in
a quite unprovoked fashion in
a Newport, Wales pub, a very
innocent bystander: 27 years
old Ryan Davies crucially as
a result, personally causing
him to permanently be left
physically scarred, for life.
And what was the slapper
Jessica McMillan's clearly
perceived, by a distinctly ...
Jessica McMillan: aged 23
years old and distinctly
rather undeniably too
a white, lowlife; narcissistic, quite
arrogant and an unquestionably
unrepentant slapper, glasses in
a quite unprovoked fashion in
a Newport, Wales pub, a very
innocent bystander: 27 years
old Ryan Davies crucially as
a result, personally causing
him to permanently be left
physically scarred, for life.
And what was the slapper
Jessica McMillan's clearly
perceived, by a distinctly ...
#hate
#shame
#denial #boredom
#denial #boredom
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
31st Mar 2021 4:22pm
31st Mar 2021 4:22pm
www.deadinside.com(what I'd like to do at the end of the world....)
if boredom could kill; I'm dead a million times over....
whether or not I'm sober; there's no "files" worth while in my folder....
I'd like to down a whole bottle of whiskey, while on a roller coaster....
then eat out the buffet till I'm full and rolling over(lol)....
then hit a hotel room sleep in, just to wake up and do it again; perhaps meet a "special friend"; new day with a different spin....
whether or not I'm sober; there's no "files" worth while in my folder....
I'd like to down a whole bottle of whiskey, while on a roller coaster....
then eat out the buffet till I'm full and rolling over(lol)....
then hit a hotel room sleep in, just to wake up and do it again; perhaps meet a "special friend"; new day with a different spin....
#funny
#freedom
#escape #boredom
#escape #boredom
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BeginningPoet
James B.P.
James B.P.
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2021 5:43pm
22nd Mar 2021 5:43pm
fading
i want to
fade,
like the wind
or be
as clear
as air,
not even
memories
would be able
to hold me.
fade,
like the wind
or be
as clear
as air,
not even
memories
would be able
to hold me.
#confusion
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#boredom
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arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
14th Mar 2021 1:03am
14th Mar 2021 1:03am
Full Barney
A sopping, fertile puddle on top,
huddled inside there's a group of mops
that swab the deco-dicks in your pointless gears.
Muddled and miss-cropped to the slop
that is your turtle bed, everyone gets
to hop on pop. "Queers!" Who said that?!
Stop! The red-eared slider flops on the deck
and floats like a cop. Barney fifes on baby's bop.
Heads quarter-roll... just enough that panties drop.
He's small, but burly big for half a cock.
huddled inside there's a group of mops
that swab the deco-dicks in your pointless gears.
Muddled and miss-cropped to the slop
that is your turtle bed, everyone gets
to hop on pop. "Queers!" Who said that?!
Stop! The red-eared slider flops on the deck
and floats like a cop. Barney fifes on baby's bop.
Heads quarter-roll... just enough that panties drop.
He's small, but burly big for half a cock.
#apathy
#boredom
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arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
11th Mar 2021 1:46pm
11th Mar 2021 1:46pm
Lose, Laugh, Lie To Yourself
Loneliness and hopelessness
are reckless bedfellows
requiring misery to hotwire
their stillborn desires.
Mellow doesn't mix
with amphetamines and alcohol
like vitriol in a dish
on a last ditch wish.
If stability could be won
from the volatility of a kiss,
life would extinguish,
and there'd be nothing to miss.
Does one aspire to be better
by painting the brown yellow
and did one rinse off all the shit
while wallowing in the shallows?
This is you, and you are this.
Repetition makes it worthless,
but you're...
are reckless bedfellows
requiring misery to hotwire
their stillborn desires.
Mellow doesn't mix
with amphetamines and alcohol
like vitriol in a dish
on a last ditch wish.
If stability could be won
from the volatility of a kiss,
life would extinguish,
and there'd be nothing to miss.
Does one aspire to be better
by painting the brown yellow
and did one rinse off all the shit
while wallowing in the shallows?
This is you, and you are this.
Repetition makes it worthless,
but you're...
#monsters
#apathy
#boredom
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4 Comments
Mohdhaiki
Haiki
Haiki
Poem Published
9th Mar 2021 4:02pm
9th Mar 2021 4:02pm
Faulty feelings
Foreignness of feelings
faulty ones that I feign
fearful and fearsome all at once
full of regrets that I try to refrain
from doing but it’s all a fable
consisting of sugarcoated fibs
trying to shun all that is fatal
forging a world where no alibis fizz
foolishly fabricating a world of fiction
where fulfillment exists on a fairway
a fugitive from a philanthropic function
freedom is far & it’s growing further away
I fail to free myself from this frenzy
but I remain faithful to the feelings I feign
even if they’re fake...
faulty ones that I feign
fearful and fearsome all at once
full of regrets that I try to refrain
from doing but it’s all a fable
consisting of sugarcoated fibs
trying to shun all that is fatal
forging a world where no alibis fizz
foolishly fabricating a world of fiction
where fulfillment exists on a fairway
a fugitive from a philanthropic function
freedom is far & it’s growing further away
I fail to free myself from this frenzy
but I remain faithful to the feelings I feign
even if they’re fake...
#regret
#frustration
#despair
#boredom
#fear
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Reborn-Asylum
Poem Published
7th Mar 2021 4:35am
7th Mar 2021 4:35am
SWTOR
Hollow
shallow
heart sinking depths below
I don’t know what to do with myself when you’re gone
my hands can’t hold a grip
my voice a tune
pleasure leaves me
Hollow
beating
faint retreat, be seated
collapsing, nothing without you, defeated
but then
your car pulls into the drive
I claw at the door like a lonely mutt
when you’re gone
I chew at the furniture
and scratch till I’m raw
then you return, keys jingling
I shake with excitement
Do you love me, master?
shallow
heart sinking depths below
I don’t know what to do with myself when you’re gone
my hands can’t hold a grip
my voice a tune
pleasure leaves me
Hollow
beating
faint retreat, be seated
collapsing, nothing without you, defeated
but then
your car pulls into the drive
I claw at the door like a lonely mutt
when you’re gone
I chew at the furniture
and scratch till I’m raw
then you return, keys jingling
I shake with excitement
Do you love me, master?
#emptiness
#apathy
#boredom
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Reborn-Asylum
Poem Published
7th Mar 2021 4:33am
7th Mar 2021 4:33am
Gibberish
Never have I ever
Forgotten the life
Of my wife
Yet I sever
My ties
Little white lies
Omnipotent gods
Manifest destiny
Insufferable sods
Arrows in my knee
Sending me away
To avoid melee
Feeling like a legend
Forgotten with time
Plotting revenge and
Crossing my line
Raping and pillaging
I'm into killing
Never have I ever
Pointed the finger
Been to clever
Stop and linger
Chipotle peppers and gibberish
Tatar and fish
Forgotten the life
Of my wife
Yet I sever
My ties
Little white lies
Omnipotent gods
Manifest destiny
Insufferable sods
Arrows in my knee
Sending me away
To avoid melee
Feeling like a legend
Forgotten with time
Plotting revenge and
Crossing my line
Raping and pillaging
I'm into killing
Never have I ever
Pointed the finger
Been to clever
Stop and linger
Chipotle peppers and gibberish
Tatar and fish
#apathy
#boredom
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RByron418
Poem Published
5th Mar 2021 3:08am
5th Mar 2021 3:08am
exile
a steep clean.
fluid fire.
abundant skin.
language of
screaming storms.
blooming night.
a doubting sun.
grey minds.
mad death.
self obscured.
late virtues.
wrong roads.
diamond sharp.
rip today.
bleed a tomorrow.
a perfect fall.
quiet memory.
dark whispers.
the crawling clock.
slow wax.
nervous eyes.
spirit dry.
push of time.
forward. downward.
half dreaming.
ache of thoughts.
angry shadows.
lust of light.
bare. raw.
wrong needs.
small kills. ...
fluid fire.
abundant skin.
language of
screaming storms.
blooming night.
a doubting sun.
grey minds.
mad death.
self obscured.
late virtues.
wrong roads.
diamond sharp.
rip today.
bleed a tomorrow.
a perfect fall.
quiet memory.
dark whispers.
the crawling clock.
slow wax.
nervous eyes.
spirit dry.
push of time.
forward. downward.
half dreaming.
ache of thoughts.
angry shadows.
lust of light.
bare. raw.
wrong needs.
small kills. ...
#LifeStruggles
#apathy
#boredom
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Ms_Misguided
Poem Published
4th Mar 2021 4:00am
4th Mar 2021 4:00am
Pestilent Psyche
morbid kisses
catatonic purification
desolate dreamscapes
sadistic overtures
listless boredom
intoxicating embraces
pestilent psyche
apathetic existence
lustful vengeance
desperate beauty
enveloped so hatefully
catatonic purification
desolate dreamscapes
sadistic overtures
listless boredom
intoxicating embraces
pestilent psyche
apathetic existence
lustful vengeance
desperate beauty
enveloped so hatefully
#emptiness
#apathy
#boredom
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unnifaomsl
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 5:48pm
1st Mar 2021 5:48pm
Fathomable
Holding and folding and pulling worn hands
in another, these thoughts won’t stay apart,
they compound in mumbles and pots of soup,
and while I dislike soup, spoons are my preference.
To scratch, is to heal.
Wounds that seem permanent and won’t seal,
they lie upon me like leeches,
hoping to draw out the poison.
It’s with words I drip,
to eviscerate with syllables so seductive in sound,
replacing those imaginings with ones more potent,
and violent in nature.
in another, these thoughts won’t stay apart,
they compound in mumbles and pots of soup,
and while I dislike soup, spoons are my preference.
To scratch, is to heal.
Wounds that seem permanent and won’t seal,
they lie upon me like leeches,
hoping to draw out the poison.
It’s with words I drip,
to eviscerate with syllables so seductive in sound,
replacing those imaginings with ones more potent,
and violent in nature.
#monsters
#apathy
#boredom
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