Poems About Boredom Seeking Honest Critique
#boredom
Poems about boredom seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 9:55am
11th Oct 2024 9:55am
Quero viver a vida
Quero viver a vida
That my father gave
To me
I will not
Waste my life
Sleeping in
During the morning
Because if I do that
I won't sleep
At night
So I must stay wake
During the day
That my father gave
To me
I will not
Waste my life
Sleeping in
During the morning
Because if I do that
I won't sleep
At night
So I must stay wake
During the day
#boredom
#confusion
#frustration
#greed
#grief
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2 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 9:54am
11th Oct 2024 9:54am
Women when I needed you the most
Women when I needed you the
Most you wore there
Every day
Taking care of me
Women I am old now
I can't take care of myself
Anymore
I am glad that I have somebody
Like you taking care of me
You shave me every day
The old fashion way
With a throw away razor and
Some shaving cream
You shave me slowly
So you won't cut my skin
Now you are removing
My pajama from my body
Then you turn my shower on
Then you take me inside the shower
You pore some body wash into
My bath sponge
Then you rub it ...
Most you wore there
Every day
Taking care of me
Women I am old now
I can't take care of myself
Anymore
I am glad that I have somebody
Like you taking care of me
You shave me every day
The old fashion way
With a throw away razor and
Some shaving cream
You shave me slowly
So you won't cut my skin
Now you are removing
My pajama from my body
Then you turn my shower on
Then you take me inside the shower
You pore some body wash into
My bath sponge
Then you rub it ...
#anger
#anxiety
#boredom
#dark
#denial
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0 Comments
I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 4:51am
11th Oct 2024 4:51am
No kidding!
So i got a lot of defects.
A lot of thought processes i reject.
Honestly to me it doesn't make sense.
(No kidding)
All these things to me will make sense.
(No kidding)
Tell me something I don't already know or tell me something I don't already know.
(No kidding)
Tell me something I don't already know or tell me something I don't already know.
I want to make my my own choice(s).
Drive my broke car like its a Rolls-Royce.
Go where i want and not where i have no point.
Do what is right because its my own joy.
Not have...
A lot of thought processes i reject.
Honestly to me it doesn't make sense.
(No kidding)
All these things to me will make sense.
(No kidding)
Tell me something I don't already know or tell me something I don't already know.
(No kidding)
Tell me something I don't already know or tell me something I don't already know.
I want to make my my own choice(s).
Drive my broke car like its a Rolls-Royce.
Go where i want and not where i have no point.
Do what is right because its my own joy.
Not have...
#apathy
#boredom
#lyrics
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0 Comments
WormBoy_1986
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 12:58pm
10th Oct 2024 12:58pm
Puer Aeternus
I've built these walls inside of you,
Do you like the view?
You fell for Peter Pan
The boy inside the man.
Fatalistic leeches
The fate of my broadsword lying bloody and unseethed.
You've barely seen the sunrise through your eyes.
You will go where I lead you,
Die when I need you to
Only then will you see the void
I've created for you.
I'll pay the boatman the fee
While he's looking at me
Telling me that I'll die
And that I'll ride to hell blind.
I should've made you my queen
I could have...
Do you like the view?
You fell for Peter Pan
The boy inside the man.
Fatalistic leeches
The fate of my broadsword lying bloody and unseethed.
You've barely seen the sunrise through your eyes.
You will go where I lead you,
Die when I need you to
Only then will you see the void
I've created for you.
I'll pay the boatman the fee
While he's looking at me
Telling me that I'll die
And that I'll ride to hell blind.
I should've made you my queen
I could have...
#boredom
#confusion
#dark
#emptiness
#fear
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poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 12:48pm
10th Oct 2024 12:48pm
A better place for you and for me
A better place for you and for me
We will discover it today
My friend
Because I want you to
Know that I had kept
The promise that I
Had made to you
And I will be your
Best friend always
No matter what happens tomorrow
I will always be
There for you
So lets go
And find a better place
For you and me
That we can live in harmony
We walked to the end of the road
And there we saw a man
That saw us also
And he had invited us
For the hot air balloon ride
Because that hot air balloon
Belonged...
We will discover it today
My friend
Because I want you to
Know that I had kept
The promise that I
Had made to you
And I will be your
Best friend always
No matter what happens tomorrow
I will always be
There for you
So lets go
And find a better place
For you and me
That we can live in harmony
We walked to the end of the road
And there we saw a man
That saw us also
And he had invited us
For the hot air balloon ride
Because that hot air balloon
Belonged...
#anger
#anxiety
#bittersweet
#boredom
#confusion
116 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 7:29pm
30th Sep 2024 7:29pm
Let me know
When you make heads or tales on why you wake up each and every morning and do the same exact thing each day, let me know
I'm still trying to figure out this thing called life.
I'm still trying to figure out this thing called life.
#boredom
#LifeCycle
#minimalist #philosophical
#minimalist #philosophical
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6 Comments
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 10:20am
24th Sep 2024 10:20am
Succinct.
I'm at a loss for words.
Whether what I say is important.
Or some idle.
Threat.
To punish.
No one.
But.
Myself.
Whether what I say is important.
Or some idle.
Threat.
To punish.
No one.
But.
Myself.
#apathy
#boredom
#emptiness
116 reads
1 Comment
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
17th Sep 2024 10:59pm
17th Sep 2024 10:59pm
Land of Living Sky
In these dying nights of summer.
Where the chill rises up on these kaleidoscope sunsets.
I can feel the sun bleeding into the horizon.
Tortured.
Haemorrhaging all over the sky.
I try to reflect on something.
Better than just being in the.
Moment.
But, alas.
I'm at a loss for words.
And,
I'm not very eloquent anymore.
Where the chill rises up on these kaleidoscope sunsets.
I can feel the sun bleeding into the horizon.
Tortured.
Haemorrhaging all over the sky.
I try to reflect on something.
Better than just being in the.
Moment.
But, alas.
I'm at a loss for words.
And,
I'm not very eloquent anymore.
#boredom
#disappointment
#emptiness
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
17th Sep 2024 10:53pm
17th Sep 2024 10:53pm
Introject
Every day.
I feel like sleeping.
Rather.
Be unconscious than this.
Self conscious.
Subconsciously neurotic.
Paranoid ideation.
I live.
Not to mention.
The delusions.
Better to fantasize.
Than bother with the day.
To days.
Of getting up.
Getting high.
Lost in a radicalized.
Weaponized.
Grave yard of ideas.
Ranting to no one so
publicly.
It would be embarassing.
If I didn't know how to.
Disappear.
Some kinda.
Dismissive...
I feel like sleeping.
Rather.
Be unconscious than this.
Self conscious.
Subconsciously neurotic.
Paranoid ideation.
I live.
Not to mention.
The delusions.
Better to fantasize.
Than bother with the day.
To days.
Of getting up.
Getting high.
Lost in a radicalized.
Weaponized.
Grave yard of ideas.
Ranting to no one so
publicly.
It would be embarassing.
If I didn't know how to.
Disappear.
Some kinda.
Dismissive...
#boredom
#sadness
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0 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
11th Sep 2024 9:28pm
11th Sep 2024 9:28pm
a stupid way of leaving
a stupid way of leaving
a stupid way of leaving,
a wretched one of living
another time for thinking
how awkward, some are behaving
when the learned ones deceive
with the mindset they perceive
their words give much nausea
they can make you even vomit
their alibis worse than errors
'coz they live in daily terrors
into lonely nights they 'scape
fear their own shadows from rape
poetical depravity of the mind
a rarity of the masked kind
a literary genre poorly out-dated
base...
a stupid way of leaving,
a wretched one of living
another time for thinking
how awkward, some are behaving
when the learned ones deceive
with the mindset they perceive
their words give much nausea
they can make you even vomit
their alibis worse than errors
'coz they live in daily terrors
into lonely nights they 'scape
fear their own shadows from rape
poetical depravity of the mind
a rarity of the masked kind
a literary genre poorly out-dated
base...
#boredom
#frustration
#rejection #shame
#rejection #shame
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1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
9th Sep 2024 1:37pm
9th Sep 2024 1:37pm
Not happy at all
the jug
the prick
the dick
the pig
and the park
...
and also the whore
who gave birth to me...
...
and everything you can remember.
...
the pink
the park
the perks of being born
a man in a man's world.
the prick
the dick
the pig
and the park
...
and also the whore
who gave birth to me...
...
and everything you can remember.
...
the pink
the park
the perks of being born
a man in a man's world.
#anger
#boredom
#disappointment
#frustration
#sadness
130 reads
4 Comments
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
9th Sep 2024 1:45am
9th Sep 2024 1:45am
Title 1
My life is up for interpretation.
Discussion, I never wanted it to be.
As though there was a right way.
To live.
Or be.
Living.
As though my lived experiences.
Were just mirages.
Mistakes and maladaptive memories.
Maybe.
It was all a bad.
Dream.
Even as moments reside deep in my subconscious.
And, how I felt.
Which isn't much. These days.
Cause why feel bad.
When you.
Can just.
Not feel at all.
Lost in that stoic impulse.
To endure. Every.
Loss. As a passing of leaves...
Discussion, I never wanted it to be.
As though there was a right way.
To live.
Or be.
Living.
As though my lived experiences.
Were just mirages.
Mistakes and maladaptive memories.
Maybe.
It was all a bad.
Dream.
Even as moments reside deep in my subconscious.
And, how I felt.
Which isn't much. These days.
Cause why feel bad.
When you.
Can just.
Not feel at all.
Lost in that stoic impulse.
To endure. Every.
Loss. As a passing of leaves...
#bittersweet
#boredom
#disappointment
170 reads
2 Comments
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