Least Read Poems About Boredom
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Least read poems about boredom. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
6th Apr 2021 8:51pm
6th Apr 2021 8:51pm
Drawing Circles
The puddles I engorge
Falsify my course of action
Cemented in the past they forge
A permanent reminder of my traction
Daily struggles I juggle
While acrobatically walking the line
Watching every step for trouble
I ensure I don’t recline
Careful of my existence
I keep track of every foot
Looking back to calculate the distance
As if it were residual output
Pushing through the crowd of eyes
I slowly begin to realize
The world is backward and full of lies
Napo, Napo 21 surely flies
March drums...
Falsify my course of action
Cemented in the past they forge
A permanent reminder of my traction
Daily struggles I juggle
While acrobatically walking the line
Watching every step for trouble
I ensure I don’t recline
Careful of my existence
I keep track of every foot
Looking back to calculate the distance
As if it were residual output
Pushing through the crowd of eyes
I slowly begin to realize
The world is backward and full of lies
Napo, Napo 21 surely flies
March drums...
#frustration
#confusion
#boredom
#emotions
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 9:59pm
14th Apr 2021 9:59pm
Cruise Control
What is going on?
I cannot write to save my life
My inspiration just died on someone’s lawn
Give it CPR I told my wife
The rhythm just marched right out of me
I’m brain dead but never comatose
Chilly in my bones
With a side of runny nose
Breaking glass houses with sticks and stones
The lights are on but nobody’s home
I’m netflix and chillin
Searchin for a villain
Counting a hundred million
Reasons not to get this penicillin
I’m under the weather, cruise control
I cannot write to save my life
My inspiration just died on someone’s lawn
Give it CPR I told my wife
The rhythm just marched right out of me
I’m brain dead but never comatose
Chilly in my bones
With a side of runny nose
Breaking glass houses with sticks and stones
The lights are on but nobody’s home
I’m netflix and chillin
Searchin for a villain
Counting a hundred million
Reasons not to get this penicillin
I’m under the weather, cruise control
#anxiety
#hope
#courage
#boredom
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
17th Apr 2021 3:58am
17th Apr 2021 3:58am
Broken
I am chipped,
Worn around the edges
Energy stripped
Tarnished to my liking
My pen is dry
Poor and brittle
Soft, yet smooth
Lacking motivation
My thoughts are overweight
In dire need of exercise
On the fritz of exploding
My eyes fight to stay open
My subconscious is numb
Operating on fumes
Feeding its misery
I can’t shake this slump
Worn around the edges
Energy stripped
Tarnished to my liking
My pen is dry
Poor and brittle
Soft, yet smooth
Lacking motivation
My thoughts are overweight
In dire need of exercise
On the fritz of exploding
My eyes fight to stay open
My subconscious is numb
Operating on fumes
Feeding its misery
I can’t shake this slump
#hope
#courage
#confusion
#boredom
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 8:58pm
11th Apr 2021 8:58pm
Lazy Sunday
Long week
Brain aches
Too weak
Body shakes
Want sleep
Can’t think
Wanna weep
April ink
Eyes red
Paper blank
Mind dead
Trophy bank
Hunger pain
Writer’s block
Foggy rain
Static shock
Video games
Weather sucks
Mental plains
Counting ducks
Boredom wins
Circle doodles
Buying skins
Ramen noodles
Can’t cook
write/type
Close book
Need hype
Eyes hurt
Must play
Stay alert
Lazy Sunday
Brain aches
Too weak
Body shakes
Want sleep
Can’t think
Wanna weep
April ink
Eyes red
Paper blank
Mind dead
Trophy bank
Hunger pain
Writer’s block
Foggy rain
Static shock
Video games
Weather sucks
Mental plains
Counting ducks
Boredom wins
Circle doodles
Buying skins
Ramen noodles
Can’t cook
write/type
Close book
Need hype
Eyes hurt
Must play
Stay alert
Lazy Sunday
#anxiety
#rhyming
#confusion
#boredom
#NaPoWriMo2021
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FeNyX
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 3:27am
29th Dec 2022 3:27am
Reality
Push away the covers
Struggle to rise
Rumors abound
Of your early demise
Focusing hard
Clickety clack
Like a train
Far off the beaten track
Light shines through
Eyes tearing too
Rush to wake
With little to do
Repitition comforts
Routine massages
Your fragile calm
While your body sabotages ...
all
Struggle to rise
Rumors abound
Of your early demise
Focusing hard
Clickety clack
Like a train
Far off the beaten track
Light shines through
Eyes tearing too
Rush to wake
With little to do
Repitition comforts
Routine massages
Your fragile calm
While your body sabotages ...
all
#love
#illness
#boredom
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
25th Aug 2017 5:35pm
25th Aug 2017 5:35pm
A WILTING ROSE
I’ve never come to understand your rage
But, it seems to me you’re trapped in a cage
We all suffered the penalties under the same roof
We all bear our own scars that show the proof.
Some scars heal with the passing of time
But, yours remain in its original prime
Bitter and cold, you shut the world out
Every time you speak, you only shout
You built a wall and shut yourself in
Reasoning with you, no one can win.
I understand people build walls as a form of defense
But you are twenty-four hours in strict offense. ...
But, it seems to me you’re trapped in a cage
We all suffered the penalties under the same roof
We all bear our own scars that show the proof.
Some scars heal with the passing of time
But, yours remain in its original prime
Bitter and cold, you shut the world out
Every time you speak, you only shout
You built a wall and shut yourself in
Reasoning with you, no one can win.
I understand people build walls as a form of defense
But you are twenty-four hours in strict offense. ...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#boredom
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3 Comments
GN101
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 9:06am
4th Feb 2025 9:06am
The Cult of the Two Feet
You stand now, knees trembling on the path of a precipice, the truth is, it is only your two feet who have ever kept you there, it is only your two feet that will ever keep you from slipping, stride on friend, keep your balance right…
#boredom
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nostalgic_being10
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 1:16pm
3rd Mar 2025 1:16pm
Glistening canvas
At last, the blues return,
In spite of the sultry surroundings.
The rays of the sun do not reach me,
Distant echoes, unfamiliar—
Merely the maddening pounding.
The pounding plagues my hearing,
Since it caged me in these blues.
Merely that last summer,
They introduced me to my doom.
Now, a glistening, pristine canvas—my eyes are set upon.
Warmth, a withdrawal, for the heat is foreign.
I kept staring at the sun till it bids farewell,
Only to rise again at dawn.
Blinding promises invite me outside.
They seek...
In spite of the sultry surroundings.
The rays of the sun do not reach me,
Distant echoes, unfamiliar—
Merely the maddening pounding.
The pounding plagues my hearing,
Since it caged me in these blues.
Merely that last summer,
They introduced me to my doom.
Now, a glistening, pristine canvas—my eyes are set upon.
Warmth, a withdrawal, for the heat is foreign.
I kept staring at the sun till it bids farewell,
Only to rise again at dawn.
Blinding promises invite me outside.
They seek...
#boredom
#emptiness
#loneliness
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oskar
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 2:10pm
24th Dec 2024 2:10pm
the morning
The morning
Wake me up at six, I have an appointment
with a doctor at nine
At six, at six, at six, went into my head
I could not sleep
At four, I got up and drank a glass of wine
hoped this would lull my brain and get some
sleep
The wine worked well, I woke up at eight
It's too late for the doctor now. a need a bath
with that, she went back to bed
She slept to the forenoon and scolded me
once upon a time, she had been a stewardess
wore a nice uniform, I have the photo,
but she was not an actress and could not ...
Wake me up at six, I have an appointment
with a doctor at nine
At six, at six, at six, went into my head
I could not sleep
At four, I got up and drank a glass of wine
hoped this would lull my brain and get some
sleep
The wine worked well, I woke up at eight
It's too late for the doctor now. a need a bath
with that, she went back to bed
She slept to the forenoon and scolded me
once upon a time, she had been a stewardess
wore a nice uniform, I have the photo,
but she was not an actress and could not ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
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oskar
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 11:09am
20th Jan 2025 11:09am
who won
Who Won
Today as the new president is inaugurated
Another conference is held
It is called the Global Labor Market
When this goes through employers can temporarily
import workers from low-cost countries
Elon Musk can import workers at his plant
In Texas for nine dollars an hour
With this organized labor will cease to exist
To te detriment for us all
Today as the new president is inaugurated
Another conference is held
It is called the Global Labor Market
When this goes through employers can temporarily
import workers from low-cost countries
Elon Musk can import workers at his plant
In Texas for nine dollars an hour
With this organized labor will cease to exist
To te detriment for us all
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#confusion
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 11:51pm
12th Jan 2025 11:51pm
Koan 10
Sing.
Me.
A melody.
And make it.
Out of tune.
Off.
Key.
Me.
A melody.
And make it.
Out of tune.
Off.
Key.
#boredom
#denial
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oskar
Poem Published
29th Oct 2024 7:01am
29th Oct 2024 7:01am
unforseen
future unforeseen
I was flipping burgers on my birthday
25 years old, a late-night burger shack
we had our share of drunks and good
time, I sometimes followed one of them
home so they didn’t have to face
the morning alone in the trailer park.
Since it was my birthday, I wondered if
I would be flipping burgers when 50
These days, I flip words. around served
with French innuendo and tomato sauce
made of frustration, but it could have
been worse, I could have been frying
burgers be 75 and walk home alone
...
I was flipping burgers on my birthday
25 years old, a late-night burger shack
we had our share of drunks and good
time, I sometimes followed one of them
home so they didn’t have to face
the morning alone in the trailer park.
Since it was my birthday, I wondered if
I would be flipping burgers when 50
These days, I flip words. around served
with French innuendo and tomato sauce
made of frustration, but it could have
been worse, I could have been frying
burgers be 75 and walk home alone
...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #boredom
#apathy #boredom
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