Poems About Boredom Seeking Honest Critique
#boredom
Poems about boredom seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Please Parliament! Make St. George’s Day our English National Holiday!
By Stanley Collymore
When you are very fortunate to be
born a truly genuine Englishman
you've actually won the lottery
of life, proclaims a regular commenter
in the Daily Mail rather exultantly as it
happens actually quite vaingloriously
and literally, egotistically utilizing the
pseudonym "Another Englishman" to
distinctly expound, his differentiation
not just simply from the wide melee
of those calling themselves Britons,
but actually of course, and crucially
also, specifically globally, everyone ...
When you are very fortunate to be
born a truly genuine Englishman
you've actually won the lottery
of life, proclaims a regular commenter
in the Daily Mail rather exultantly as it
happens actually quite vaingloriously
and literally, egotistically utilizing the
pseudonym "Another Englishman" to
distinctly expound, his differentiation
not just simply from the wide melee
of those calling themselves Britons,
but actually of course, and crucially
also, specifically globally, everyone ...
#apathy
#boredom
#denial
#emptiness
#shame
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Lent
the absolute is not there
the inconsistencies also do not
not even the most microscopic of faults
the tremor of the earth is not felt
and the wind, where did the wind go, in silence?
the sound of the waves fell silent on the rocks
the stillness of the rocks shook the sands
and the desert turned sour under the sun
and the voice, where did the voice go, screaming?
the color of things is not there
the scars are not there either
but the scream is the sound of everything that moves
the infinitesimal of calculations was...
the inconsistencies also do not
not even the most microscopic of faults
the tremor of the earth is not felt
and the wind, where did the wind go, in silence?
the sound of the waves fell silent on the rocks
the stillness of the rocks shook the sands
and the desert turned sour under the sun
and the voice, where did the voice go, screaming?
the color of things is not there
the scars are not there either
but the scream is the sound of everything that moves
the infinitesimal of calculations was...
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#depression
#desert
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On a Weekday in Winter, Waiting
I am that glimmer on a frigid window
Through which, as the evening creeps, a bloodless sun can be seen
Slumping, as per routine, against an assemblage of begrimed bricks, concrete,
And trees that, despite their barrenness, continue to coyly undress.
Oppositely, too, there is a stale clump of sheets,
Stuck together in certain spots,
Swallowing a pair of sallow arms that pointlessly pillow a wonted vacancy,
Coiling around the legs that spread across the threadbare mattress,
And dangle low, laden with a nebulous and
Perpetually unfulfilled wanting. ...
Through which, as the evening creeps, a bloodless sun can be seen
Slumping, as per routine, against an assemblage of begrimed bricks, concrete,
And trees that, despite their barrenness, continue to coyly undress.
Oppositely, too, there is a stale clump of sheets,
Stuck together in certain spots,
Swallowing a pair of sallow arms that pointlessly pillow a wonted vacancy,
Coiling around the legs that spread across the threadbare mattress,
And dangle low, laden with a nebulous and
Perpetually unfulfilled wanting. ...
#lust
#loneliness
#winter
#shame
#boredom
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Echoes of a Fan
My gaze chases around an unkiltered fan;
She works, wholly, but with a warbling wobble.
Induce one to daze, those soft shrieks can
She shows me my self-deprecated reflection:
Was never a well oiled machine, in my lifespan
Full throttle or down for days, said it's bipolar
Churning hard, but always back where I began
But, when it's all said and done, 'least I'm cool
She works, wholly, but with a warbling wobble.
Induce one to daze, those soft shrieks can
She shows me my self-deprecated reflection:
Was never a well oiled machine, in my lifespan
Full throttle or down for days, said it's bipolar
Churning hard, but always back where I began
But, when it's all said and done, 'least I'm cool
#NaPoWriMo2024
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection #boredom
#SelfReflection #boredom
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Busted in the Morning
Good Morning,
You did one thing wrong, you woke up
If I haven't told you before
I'm sick & tired of this rut
As my stomach turns
Acid reflux burns
I know exactly what I must do
I know how you feel,
when you eat a meal
Go look in the mirror
Can't look at you,
you're busted every morning
My headache is now gone,
relieved we have no spawn
Use to be a naughty ass slut,
now all you want are glazed doughnuts
Doesn't matter how much you think
or the number of hairs in...
You did one thing wrong, you woke up
If I haven't told you before
I'm sick & tired of this rut
As my stomach turns
Acid reflux burns
I know exactly what I must do
I know how you feel,
when you eat a meal
Go look in the mirror
Can't look at you,
you're busted every morning
My headache is now gone,
relieved we have no spawn
Use to be a naughty ass slut,
now all you want are glazed doughnuts
Doesn't matter how much you think
or the number of hairs in...
#morning
#food
#rhyming
#aging
#boredom
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Random Words
Finally, i can now write poetry
I feel free, no shackles around me
The cares are less, and more is the sense
The stream of thoughts, at large roaming
Finally, my head is empty, i am Illiterate
Like a shepherd who never read a line from Poe..
Like a blank mind, with no regrets
Or a sad broken heart, with no sorrow
I am void, and devoid of any fly
That may disturb my tranquility
My mind is bent on vagrant thinking
Reveries of a pure sanity or even insanity
I am floating in...
I feel free, no shackles around me
The cares are less, and more is the sense
The stream of thoughts, at large roaming
Finally, my head is empty, i am Illiterate
Like a shepherd who never read a line from Poe..
Like a blank mind, with no regrets
Or a sad broken heart, with no sorrow
I am void, and devoid of any fly
That may disturb my tranquility
My mind is bent on vagrant thinking
Reveries of a pure sanity or even insanity
I am floating in...
#loneliness
#frustration
#emptiness
#apathy
#boredom
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Why is it only white westerners that don't seem to know what a woman is?
By Stanley Collymore
It's a biological reality to state that
only women menstruate and it’s
regardless of how they either
describe, or specifically set about simply
identifying themselves! Unquestionably,
it's rabid madness to basically get sued
for crucially making a statement of fact.
Menstruation: simply applicable only to
women, is quite undoubtedly related to
ovulation, which significantly, basically
means, that ovaries are really naturally
required for this rather unquestionably
biological process, that...
It's a biological reality to state that
only women menstruate and it’s
regardless of how they either
describe, or specifically set about simply
identifying themselves! Unquestionably,
it's rabid madness to basically get sued
for crucially making a statement of fact.
Menstruation: simply applicable only to
women, is quite undoubtedly related to
ovulation, which significantly, basically
means, that ovaries are really naturally
required for this rather unquestionably
biological process, that...
#rejection
#shame
#emptiness
#boredom
#fear
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Work negligent Camilla is rather exhausted and has to have a holiday!
By Stanley Collymore
Hang on a moment! You bedded
Charles quite adulterously I
literally recall when you
were both married to other individuals;
then you wedded him quite content to
have the numerous perks that clearly
you knew you'd basically attain from
doing so! Now on actually achieving
all that you bloody well simply don’t
want to do what your quite fawning
plebeians and equally brownnosing
serfs clearly dutifully expect of you.
Candidly, although not one of them,
but crucially all the same simply...
Hang on a moment! You bedded
Charles quite adulterously I
literally recall when you
were both married to other individuals;
then you wedded him quite content to
have the numerous perks that clearly
you knew you'd basically attain from
doing so! Now on actually achieving
all that you bloody well simply don’t
want to do what your quite fawning
plebeians and equally brownnosing
serfs clearly dutifully expect of you.
Candidly, although not one of them,
but crucially all the same simply...
#shame
#greed
#emptiness
#apathy
#boredom
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Staged Deaths
Two friends once destined
Knowing their destiny
Searching for rest to end
Misery, enter tranquility
Anger raged in their worlds
And hatred was spread
Bloody silence left unheard
With thoughts by each of being dead
Timing matters, it's all a game
Waiting for seconds to pass
Tempted to end guilt and shame
The time is not here at last
Meeting new "friends" as strangers
To wreck more lives and feelings
Even innocence endangers
Your false...
Knowing their destiny
Searching for rest to end
Misery, enter tranquility
Anger raged in their worlds
And hatred was spread
Bloody silence left unheard
With thoughts by each of being dead
Timing matters, it's all a game
Waiting for seconds to pass
Tempted to end guilt and shame
The time is not here at last
Meeting new "friends" as strangers
To wreck more lives and feelings
Even innocence endangers
Your false...
#dark
#emptiness
#boredom
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Isn't it time that the Daily Meghan stopped its sick obsession with her, Harry and the Windsor family?
By Stanley Collymore
Royalty in reality is an irrefutably
distinctively fictitious invention
contrived and unquestionably
self-servingly lavishly promulgated by
the rich and barbarically powerful, to
quite effectively declare themselves
a superior race to everybody else. A
situation, that they then specifically
and significantly rather successfully
sold, and are still carrying on doing
so to the fatuous serfs of whatever
generational era, they crucially find
themselves in by actually, asininely ...
Royalty in reality is an irrefutably
distinctively fictitious invention
contrived and unquestionably
self-servingly lavishly promulgated by
the rich and barbarically powerful, to
quite effectively declare themselves
a superior race to everybody else. A
situation, that they then specifically
and significantly rather successfully
sold, and are still carrying on doing
so to the fatuous serfs of whatever
generational era, they crucially find
themselves in by actually, asininely ...
#dark
#greed
#denial
#emptiness
#boredom
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Reality
She’s out on the town
Let’s not mess around
A girl likes her drink
And knows her own mind
If a lil tipple takes your fancy
And a gal feels like dancing
Just go for it girl
Ain’t no time for romancing
Just feel your desires
Take the leap
Have it all
We spend so much time in this stupid façade
Acting like we’re together
When really we’ve never been further apart
Let’s not mess around
A girl likes her drink
And knows her own mind
If a lil tipple takes your fancy
And a gal feels like dancing
Just go for it girl
Ain’t no time for romancing
Just feel your desires
Take the leap
Have it all
We spend so much time in this stupid façade
Acting like we’re together
When really we’ve never been further apart
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#boredom
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If we were still children
If The Mountains Were Cubic Forms
If the rivers were flowing
If the mountains were calling
If the breeze was blowing
It's because we were the children
*****
If the flowers used to give perfume
And on the vernal hills used to bloom
And if the birds used to sing in tune
Its because we were the children
*****
Because we are no longer young
And we forget a childhood's song
And because all looks like wrong
It's because we are no longer children
*****
So back to nature where we belong
If we want...
If the rivers were flowing
If the mountains were calling
If the breeze was blowing
It's because we were the children
*****
If the flowers used to give perfume
And on the vernal hills used to bloom
And if the birds used to sing in tune
Its because we were the children
*****
Because we are no longer young
And we forget a childhood's song
And because all looks like wrong
It's because we are no longer children
*****
So back to nature where we belong
If we want...
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness
#frustration
#boredom
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