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
16th Oct 2023 9:01pm
16th Oct 2023 9:01pm
These disgusting excuses for human beings walk among us!
By Stanley Collymore
It's heart-breaking when revoltingly
dreadful things like this, actually
uncalled for and irrefutably too
discernibly barbaric outrages happen to
all animals whether domestic or clearly
otherwise! These undoubtedly, abattoir
destined chickens, not dissimilar from
other such, totally vulnerable, animals
have all lived terrible lives, already; so
is it actually necessary on the part of
such vile people, to barbarically seek
to show that these clearly...
It's heart-breaking when revoltingly
dreadful things like this, actually
uncalled for and irrefutably too
discernibly barbaric outrages happen to
all animals whether domestic or clearly
otherwise! These undoubtedly, abattoir
destined chickens, not dissimilar from
other such, totally vulnerable, animals
have all lived terrible lives, already; so
is it actually necessary on the part of
such vile people, to barbarically seek
to show that these clearly...
#anger
#hate
#despair
#emptiness
#boredom
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
9th Oct 2023 5:16am
9th Oct 2023 5:16am
"it's fine"
in the end; one sees just bells and whistles-smoke and mirrors.... just buried in distractions within the madness; one day nothing will matter; one day the scene will cut to black....
there's a true meaningless feel-when the bottom line is in the front of one's mind.... but one could just say it's"fine"....
it's not, and more than likely never will be....
there's a true meaningless feel-when the bottom line is in the front of one's mind.... but one could just say it's"fine"....
it's not, and more than likely never will be....
#LifeCycle
#boredom
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oskar
Poem Published
7th Oct 2023 8:57am
7th Oct 2023 8:57am
man- employment
Man-employment
On the way to the bank this morning
four workers were shuffling pebbles into big buckets
carrying the load down some steps
coming up with empty buckets, filling them up again.
They had sweat on their brows; one hoped they made
enough money for the daily bread.
I may have worked long hours in my life, but
not like this, lifting and carrying heavy objects, and I take it they were low-paid
It seems to me people who perform physical
work is low-paid and insecure work
the first to be laid off and end up sleeping in...
On the way to the bank this morning
four workers were shuffling pebbles into big buckets
carrying the load down some steps
coming up with empty buckets, filling them up again.
They had sweat on their brows; one hoped they made
enough money for the daily bread.
I may have worked long hours in my life, but
not like this, lifting and carrying heavy objects, and I take it they were low-paid
It seems to me people who perform physical
work is low-paid and insecure work
the first to be laid off and end up sleeping in...
#sadness
#regret
#rejection
#shame
#boredom
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oskar
Poem Published
4th Oct 2023 9:40am
4th Oct 2023 9:40am
a night like no other
A night like no other...
Oh, for the holy night alone in a town where even
the law rests, and thieves do not break out of prison
Oh, this bonny night washing my feet in the pool
in the square where fish die for lack of oxygen
This is the moment when the unseen population appears, banished as they are to the sewers' eternal darkness
Ah, the plaza bathed in white moonlight, and they
dance so tender, fur to fur, noses to noses inhaling, the perfumed air of their existence.
The sacrifice of living underground makes sense
when on a night like...
Oh, for the holy night alone in a town where even
the law rests, and thieves do not break out of prison
Oh, this bonny night washing my feet in the pool
in the square where fish die for lack of oxygen
This is the moment when the unseen population appears, banished as they are to the sewers' eternal darkness
Ah, the plaza bathed in white moonlight, and they
dance so tender, fur to fur, noses to noses inhaling, the perfumed air of their existence.
The sacrifice of living underground makes sense
when on a night like...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #boredom
#apathy #boredom
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Academic
Poem Published
1st Oct 2023 6:26pm
1st Oct 2023 6:26pm
Increasingly separate lives, Kate and William. Says it all, really!
By Stanley Collymore
Why do, or should George Windsor's
parents, individually or jointly and
specifically at this very young
age of his - he's not even yet eligible for
secondary school - be rather fatuously
doing what the dozy, right-wing media
are publicly stating they are engaging
in and coupled unquestionably rather
laughably, with the puerile restriction
that his mother Kate is so absolutely
evidently conscientiously subjecting
herself to? Frankly, none of it makes
any logical sense to me whatsoever
and I...
Why do, or should George Windsor's
parents, individually or jointly and
specifically at this very young
age of his - he's not even yet eligible for
secondary school - be rather fatuously
doing what the dozy, right-wing media
are publicly stating they are engaging
in and coupled unquestionably rather
laughably, with the puerile restriction
that his mother Kate is so absolutely
evidently conscientiously subjecting
herself to? Frankly, none of it makes
any logical sense to me whatsoever
and I...
#jealousy
#rejection
#despair
#emptiness
#boredom
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superslooth
Poem Published
26th Sep 2023 5:08pm
26th Sep 2023 5:08pm
Weekly Summary
On Monday my mother lectured about
the importance of living,
she reminds me once a week.
It comforts her more than me
so, I tell her I understand.
On Tuesday I told Steven that I was numb
I wanted to feel more alive, in which
he replied with it will get better.
That was his usual response.
I will try telling him again next week.
Wednesday evening, I wasted fifteen minutes
watching a talk on how to become a millionaire.
Then spent the rest of the night thinking of business ideas.
On Thursday I replaced my childhood
companion...
the importance of living,
she reminds me once a week.
It comforts her more than me
so, I tell her I understand.
On Tuesday I told Steven that I was numb
I wanted to feel more alive, in which
he replied with it will get better.
That was his usual response.
I will try telling him again next week.
Wednesday evening, I wasted fifteen minutes
watching a talk on how to become a millionaire.
Then spent the rest of the night thinking of business ideas.
On Thursday I replaced my childhood
companion...
#boredom
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Academic
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 1:02pm
19th Sep 2023 1:02pm
Repeatedly and stupidly saying the same thing doesn't make it true or worth listening to!
By Stanley Collymore
Hi! All you Gammons and racist
karens out there; it absolutely
literally, doesn't matter how
good Meghan looks or what distinctly
she's attired in, since your thoroughly
hateful remarks, inspired and simply
reinforced by staunch and cowardly
inability on your part to accept, and
effectively naturally, unlikely I know
but even possibly so confront your
irrefutably ludicrously inured state
of racism in denial; as obviously it
was unquestionably always going
to be your undoubted response to ...
Hi! All you Gammons and racist
karens out there; it absolutely
literally, doesn't matter how
good Meghan looks or what distinctly
she's attired in, since your thoroughly
hateful remarks, inspired and simply
reinforced by staunch and cowardly
inability on your part to accept, and
effectively naturally, unlikely I know
but even possibly so confront your
irrefutably ludicrously inured state
of racism in denial; as obviously it
was unquestionably always going
to be your undoubted response to ...
#jealousy
#hate
#loneliness
#despair
#boredom
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maikee_
Poem Published
18th Sep 2023 6:41am
18th Sep 2023 6:41am
Nuanced ramblings of the nonsensical kind
1. I have a movie poster in my bedroom of the French version of Castle in the Sky directed by Hayao Miyazaki. Le titre dit, << Le Chateau dans le Ciel >> en bas de l'affiche.
2. I definitely had to Google Translate part of the French sentence above because I've not spoken it in like 3 years. I can read French okay though because my phone language is set to << Français >> (Mais oui oui~)
3. I don't actually like travelling, but I've never told anyone about it since it seems like the majority of people love it. Of course, it's okay...
2. I definitely had to Google Translate part of the French sentence above because I've not spoken it in like 3 years. I can read French okay though because my phone language is set to << Français >> (Mais oui oui~)
3. I don't actually like travelling, but I've never told anyone about it since it seems like the majority of people love it. Of course, it's okay...
#boredom
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Academic
Poem Published
16th Sep 2023 5:03am
16th Sep 2023 5:03am
So many psychopathically sick and simply negative people out there. Lol!
By Stanley Collymore
Why do these people: the likes of
the racist Karens, likeminded
Gammons, vilely pathetic
social climbers and the unquestionably
characteristically, literally distinctively
and absolutely gullible; intellectually
challenged, totally obsessive, quite
industrious, monarchical plebeian
wilfully brownnosing, sycophants
that publicly, crucially loudly, and
actually nauseatingly repeatedly
assert, that they obviously don't
like Harry and furthermore care
much less for his wife...
Why do these people: the likes of
the racist Karens, likeminded
Gammons, vilely pathetic
social climbers and the unquestionably
characteristically, literally distinctively
and absolutely gullible; intellectually
challenged, totally obsessive, quite
industrious, monarchical plebeian
wilfully brownnosing, sycophants
that publicly, crucially loudly, and
actually nauseatingly repeatedly
assert, that they obviously don't
like Harry and furthermore care
much less for his wife...
#jealousy
#despair
#denial
#emptiness
#boredom
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oskar
Poem Published
14th Sep 2023 12:03pm
14th Sep 2023 12:03pm
Autumnal
Autumnal
The leaves on the big trees on the avenue begin to fall
a giant vacuum cleaner that looks like a truck swipes up
the leaves in the gutter
The chocolate brown leaves on the still green lawn are left in peace, possibly because the two colors harmonize mourning the summer gone.
There are bald patches on the lawn no longer possible to hide not even the longest straw can camouflage the dark soil which is the beginning of plants and humans.
The sun feels mellow today this has to do with its elderliness that renders the bravest of the...
The leaves on the big trees on the avenue begin to fall
a giant vacuum cleaner that looks like a truck swipes up
the leaves in the gutter
The chocolate brown leaves on the still green lawn are left in peace, possibly because the two colors harmonize mourning the summer gone.
There are bald patches on the lawn no longer possible to hide not even the longest straw can camouflage the dark soil which is the beginning of plants and humans.
The sun feels mellow today this has to do with its elderliness that renders the bravest of the...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#confusion
#boredom
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oskar
Poem Published
12th Sep 2023 1:40pm
12th Sep 2023 1:40pm
assassination
Assassination of President Kennedy
The tank ship was on the way to Kingston in Jamaica
The sea was deep blue, the weather calm, In a few hours, we could stretch our legs and have a beer because the ship was dry, the charter in Houston, Texas, had insisted on this.
The radio operator came down and said “Kennedy had been shot and killed.”
There were shocked voices, was it true?
We all looked up to the president he, like us young and represented, the future and
now taken away.
Of course, we blamed the Russians,
until news came and said the...
The tank ship was on the way to Kingston in Jamaica
The sea was deep blue, the weather calm, In a few hours, we could stretch our legs and have a beer because the ship was dry, the charter in Houston, Texas, had insisted on this.
The radio operator came down and said “Kennedy had been shot and killed.”
There were shocked voices, was it true?
We all looked up to the president he, like us young and represented, the future and
now taken away.
Of course, we blamed the Russians,
until news came and said the...
#anger
#anxiety
#confusion #boredom
#confusion #boredom
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Maple666
Poem Published
10th Sep 2023 1:16pm
10th Sep 2023 1:16pm
Clean .
A household a single parent who is raising two children well almost adults now and the daily grind has become like gorilla warfare . For every dish cup spoon pots and pans not washed up it’s like a bomb just went off in her mind . She’s hypersensitive by how many times have I told you to clean up after yourselves and she’s full of ammunition and she’s on the verge of reacting with gun fire .She’s invested in clean its clean that mud off your football boots that left muddy size six and seven footprints and clean all the mess you make . Its not fun trying to be the clean one . Its chores and...
#regret
#shame
#disappointment
#boredom
#bittersweet
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