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.
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 10:07pm
28th Oct 2024 10:07pm
Procrastination
I need to do my assignment—
my coursework is lagging behind
but today I just can't seem to start it;
I think I am losing my mind.
I don't want to do it so much
that I've ticked off the rest of my list,
and then I made three Christmas presents—
I simply couldn't resist!
I've washed up, and tidied, and folded,
and then put the laundry away.
Because I have done all the chores,
I've borrowed some from the next day.
Spending hours working on Duolingo
won't get all this college work done,
but I love doing French...
my coursework is lagging behind
but today I just can't seem to start it;
I think I am losing my mind.
I don't want to do it so much
that I've ticked off the rest of my list,
and then I made three Christmas presents—
I simply couldn't resist!
I've washed up, and tidied, and folded,
and then put the laundry away.
Because I have done all the chores,
I've borrowed some from the next day.
Spending hours working on Duolingo
won't get all this college work done,
but I love doing French...
#apathy
#boredom
#funny
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oskar
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 10:46am
28th Oct 2024 10:46am
the lack of empathy
the lack of empathy
Old people are made to feel
it is their duty to die and give
room for a new generation
of fewer and fewer births
The right to abortion is, by law
every woman's right
Henceforward survivors will
have shining bikes, playground
is of a past not revisited
A world inhabited by monsters
Old people are made to feel
it is their duty to die and give
room for a new generation
of fewer and fewer births
The right to abortion is, by law
every woman's right
Henceforward survivors will
have shining bikes, playground
is of a past not revisited
A world inhabited by monsters
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
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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
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poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 1:07am
25th Oct 2024 1:07am
o sole mio
o sole mio
I am the bird
That was made by my father
With his hands
Now during the morning
I am flying in the sky
Above the mountain
And the ocean
Lots of people are taking photos of me
So they can have as a souvenir
I am the bird
That was made by my father
With his hands
Now during the morning
I am flying in the sky
Above the mountain
And the ocean
Lots of people are taking photos of me
So they can have as a souvenir
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 8:28pm
23rd Oct 2024 8:28pm
Transmutation
I'm dying on the inside.
Every single day.
And, I meander through the torpor.
Into listlessness.
And an apropo addendum.
I'm sorry
I guess.
Incapable of change.
Every single day.
And, I meander through the torpor.
Into listlessness.
And an apropo addendum.
I'm sorry
I guess.
Incapable of change.
#boredom
#disappointment
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 7:52pm
23rd Oct 2024 7:52pm
Doubt
I am lost in the ennui.
Of a failed life.
I am ascending.
In abstentia.
My mind is in flux.
Sublimated to the nihilistic hole.
That grows.
With every passing day.
I'm comforted.
By failure.
I wallow in my own.
Misery.
A torch song.
For the potential I was told.
I had.
Isolation has become.
My dear friend.
Old comrades from mental.
Revolutions.
But, I'm dead.
Dilapidated and destroyed.
Ruling the ruins of my broken thoughts.
Verbal garbage.
...
Of a failed life.
I am ascending.
In abstentia.
My mind is in flux.
Sublimated to the nihilistic hole.
That grows.
With every passing day.
I'm comforted.
By failure.
I wallow in my own.
Misery.
A torch song.
For the potential I was told.
I had.
Isolation has become.
My dear friend.
Old comrades from mental.
Revolutions.
But, I'm dead.
Dilapidated and destroyed.
Ruling the ruins of my broken thoughts.
Verbal garbage.
...
#boredom
#despair
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dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 1:25pm
21st Oct 2024 1:25pm
juz thought
the rush
of the
unflowable water
and
the upheaval of
unspeakable emotions,,,
both are like curse...
of the
unflowable water
and
the upheaval of
unspeakable emotions,,,
both are like curse...
#boredom
#confusion
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oskar
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 7:30am
17th Oct 2024 7:30am
the cook
The humble cook
Once upon a time, a cook was a person who prepared food for hungry people, simple food like meat cakes in gravy and boiled potatoes
one needed not to be a genius, but the person knew how to fry eggs or scrambled eggs
could read and write in order not to mistake rat poison for garlic powder
It was a whole profession, like being a butcher
a baker, house painter, or a barber
Times have changed in occupations like these, and something
more is expected, like art? Are you serious
The cook is now a chef, highly paid for...
Once upon a time, a cook was a person who prepared food for hungry people, simple food like meat cakes in gravy and boiled potatoes
one needed not to be a genius, but the person knew how to fry eggs or scrambled eggs
could read and write in order not to mistake rat poison for garlic powder
It was a whole profession, like being a butcher
a baker, house painter, or a barber
Times have changed in occupations like these, and something
more is expected, like art? Are you serious
The cook is now a chef, highly paid for...
#bittersweet
#boredom
#confusion
#dark
#denial
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 8:33pm
15th Oct 2024 8:33pm
You want more but don't know what that is
They sit across from each other and wait for their food
About an hour prior they were having intense sex
The sweat was running off their bodies
He knows what she loves
She knows what he loves
It was a mutual need, nothing more
Now they sit & talk about nothing
They both know that they're looking for something
Each know the other isn't it
Yet they go on talking & fucking
Idly
Watching out, not to get too deep
Neither has the energy
They couldn't if they wanted to
Both know the other isn't concerned too...
About an hour prior they were having intense sex
The sweat was running off their bodies
He knows what she loves
She knows what he loves
It was a mutual need, nothing more
Now they sit & talk about nothing
They both know that they're looking for something
Each know the other isn't it
Yet they go on talking & fucking
Idly
Watching out, not to get too deep
Neither has the energy
They couldn't if they wanted to
Both know the other isn't concerned too...
#boredom
#emptiness
#loneliness #TruthOfLife
#loneliness #TruthOfLife
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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
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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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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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