Least Read Poems About Boredom
#boredom
Least read poems about boredom. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 6:58am
22nd Aug 2024 6:58am
space travel
Space travel
When I can't sleep
in the night
I close my eyes
see a myriad
of stars
some of them are red
but mostly blue
I continue my odyssey
through the galaxy
when stars
are a rarity
and further away
a wall of nothing
a space that has
no ending
a fear of a vacuum
ghostly immobility
where nothing matters
never did
When I can't sleep
in the night
I close my eyes
see a myriad
of stars
some of them are red
but mostly blue
I continue my odyssey
through the galaxy
when stars
are a rarity
and further away
a wall of nothing
a space that has
no ending
a fear of a vacuum
ghostly immobility
where nothing matters
never did
#anger
#boredom
#fear
#frustration
#sadness
49 reads
0 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
49 reads
0 Comments
cheesa
Poem Published
29th Oct 2024 1:16pm
29th Oct 2024 1:16pm
It's a shame
Everything has become so brutally painful
The world is so mundane
It's a shame
My interest in life has diminished
My sky offers only rain
It's a shame
I wake already exhausted
I live my life in vain
It's a shame
The world is so mundane
It's a shame
My interest in life has diminished
My sky offers only rain
It's a shame
I wake already exhausted
I live my life in vain
It's a shame
#boredom
#despair
#loneliness
#sadness
#shame
49 reads
0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 10:50pm
9th Nov 2024 10:50pm
Sometimes...
Sometimes I contemplate the thoughts I shouldn’t, whispers from a dark corner of my psyche, curled in the spaces where sense disintegrates, fractured musings that neither lead nor liberate.
Sometimes I succumb to the urges I cannot name, drawn by the siren of chaos and craving, a rebellion against the tethered self,
seeking silence in the transient, the absurd.
Sometimes I speak the truths that make you recoil, words too sharp, too naked in their honesty, they splinter the calm with their jagged clarity, and I wonder if silence it might be the better lie.
...
Sometimes I succumb to the urges I cannot name, drawn by the siren of chaos and craving, a rebellion against the tethered self,
seeking silence in the transient, the absurd.
Sometimes I speak the truths that make you recoil, words too sharp, too naked in their honesty, they splinter the calm with their jagged clarity, and I wonder if silence it might be the better lie.
...
#boredom
#dark
#emptiness
#honesty
#wisdom
51 reads
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
52 reads
0 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 1:08am
25th Oct 2024 1:08am
Living my life in your hands
Living my life in your hands
Because Father, you also own me
Also, I am one of your sons
I know that you have lots of other children
Besides me
Also, we are all siblings
And we have each other
We hope we are going to be here
Tomorrow
If our Father keep us alive
Also, we love our life
That our Father gave to us
Yes, my siblings love me
Are now teenager
Also, I can't believe how fast they are growing
Every year
Soon their teenager life will be over
And they will start living their youth life
Also, we pray...
Because Father, you also own me
Also, I am one of your sons
I know that you have lots of other children
Besides me
Also, we are all siblings
And we have each other
We hope we are going to be here
Tomorrow
If our Father keep us alive
Also, we love our life
That our Father gave to us
Yes, my siblings love me
Are now teenager
Also, I can't believe how fast they are growing
Every year
Soon their teenager life will be over
And they will start living their youth life
Also, we pray...
#boredom
#frustration
#greed
#grief
#heartbroken
52 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 9:50am
6th Jun 2024 9:50am
pornography
Pornography
He came from a family of strict Muslims
in the Arab continent, his mother never ventured
out of the house without her Burqa
His father had a long beard and dressed traditionally
and wore a Jambiya stuck in his belt.
They were proud of the son who had done well
in school, he wanted to be an engineer
found himself in Munich to study the craft at
a university.
At the UNI, meeting other young men, he was
introduced to pornography for the first time
in his life saw naked women writhing in sexual
pleasure and was...
He came from a family of strict Muslims
in the Arab continent, his mother never ventured
out of the house without her Burqa
His father had a long beard and dressed traditionally
and wore a Jambiya stuck in his belt.
They were proud of the son who had done well
in school, he wanted to be an engineer
found himself in Munich to study the craft at
a university.
At the UNI, meeting other young men, he was
introduced to pornography for the first time
in his life saw naked women writhing in sexual
pleasure and was...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #boredom
#apathy #boredom
53 reads
0 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 10:31am
11th Nov 2024 10:31am
Thank you
Thank you
For loving us
Father
We are happy about that
Thank you
For being in our lives
Thank you
For keeping us alive
Here on earth
Every single day
Thank for answering our prayers
After we pray
Thank you
For bringing the birds back home
For loving us
Father
We are happy about that
Thank you
For being in our lives
Thank you
For keeping us alive
Here on earth
Every single day
Thank for answering our prayers
After we pray
Thank you
For bringing the birds back home
#bittersweet
#boredom
#frustration
#grief
#shame
53 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 11:06am
16th Apr 2024 11:06am
famous literature
Famous literature?
This Saturday, like many others, I got up late
it was almost ten, my hands trembled,
low blood sugar
I can live with diabetes while keeping the balance
watching what I eat and drink
Last night, fed up with the fake news on TV
where politicians spoke about how bad Russia was and
their undying love for Ukraine while secretly longing
for the days before the North Stream
was blown
up by the Americans, helped by the Norwegian Navy
Jens Stoltenberg, the General sec, A Norwegian
is nothing but an...
This Saturday, like many others, I got up late
it was almost ten, my hands trembled,
low blood sugar
I can live with diabetes while keeping the balance
watching what I eat and drink
Last night, fed up with the fake news on TV
where politicians spoke about how bad Russia was and
their undying love for Ukraine while secretly longing
for the days before the North Stream
was blown
up by the Americans, helped by the Norwegian Navy
Jens Stoltenberg, the General sec, A Norwegian
is nothing but an...
#anxiety
#confusion
#apathy
#boredom
#bittersweet
56 reads
0 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 8:15pm
13th Oct 2024 8:15pm
where am i
there is a faint question,
blowing in the cool air
from my button controlled fan.
and it asks,
"Where am I?"
the world has become something where I never leave my room, and I lay or sit all day everyday.
because what would be the point of doing anything?
I am miserable in my comfort.
with fear paralyzing me, I stay miserable because this is all I have known.
"Old dogs can't learn new tricks."
so I will stay in this comfort, with a smile on my face
and eyes of glass.
blowing in the cool air
from my button controlled fan.
and it asks,
"Where am I?"
the world has become something where I never leave my room, and I lay or sit all day everyday.
because what would be the point of doing anything?
I am miserable in my comfort.
with fear paralyzing me, I stay miserable because this is all I have known.
"Old dogs can't learn new tricks."
so I will stay in this comfort, with a smile on my face
and eyes of glass.
#boredom
#depression
#sadness
56 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
8th Jun 2024 2:55pm
8th Jun 2024 2:55pm
no bombs here
No bombs here
I walked ashore in Nagasaki
traces of the bomb had gone
the dead buried
the maimed packed away
no one wanted to talk about
the bomb
Nagasaki had many shops
I bought a kimono made of silk
the beautiful shop assistant
didn't know about The bomb
she giggled and covered her
lovely hands, she found me
amusing
Hiroshima, the world knows
about, we have seen the pictures
Nagasaki, overlooked
I looked for a key ring, to find
a symbol of the past, say,
A golden bomb on a bluish sky...
I walked ashore in Nagasaki
traces of the bomb had gone
the dead buried
the maimed packed away
no one wanted to talk about
the bomb
Nagasaki had many shops
I bought a kimono made of silk
the beautiful shop assistant
didn't know about The bomb
she giggled and covered her
lovely hands, she found me
amusing
Hiroshima, the world knows
about, we have seen the pictures
Nagasaki, overlooked
I looked for a key ring, to find
a symbol of the past, say,
A golden bomb on a bluish sky...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
57 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 2:43pm
25th Jun 2024 2:43pm
Russians among us
Russia among us
Dagestan must not be confused with Londonstan
where Islamists stop traffic to pray in the streets
trying to alter the British way of life, they fled
from when living in Pakistan
In Dagestan, the Islamists went amock burning
churches, synagogues and killing many Russians
When the Western media press and TV reported
they concentrated on the murder of a priest
who was not a Russian, the fact that many
Russians too were killed was hastily read, with them
being our eternal enemy, the thought is
a dead Russian...
Dagestan must not be confused with Londonstan
where Islamists stop traffic to pray in the streets
trying to alter the British way of life, they fled
from when living in Pakistan
In Dagestan, the Islamists went amock burning
churches, synagogues and killing many Russians
When the Western media press and TV reported
they concentrated on the murder of a priest
who was not a Russian, the fact that many
Russians too were killed was hastily read, with them
being our eternal enemy, the thought is
a dead Russian...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
57 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Boredom
