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.
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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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
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2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 11:31am
9th Oct 2024 11:31am
the short poem
The short poem
There was a time when writing poetry
was important to say something, using a few words
Long poems were frowned upon as a beginning
of a manuscript
He used to be a communist, as his mother was one
Communism, like unbridled capitalism, hates
free speech, want a restriction on what to express
unless it is in favor of the regime
To be any good at isms, one needs passion and
hatred against those who do not succumb to the norm
the standard set not to upset the powerful
He gets angry seeing injustices and says,...
There was a time when writing poetry
was important to say something, using a few words
Long poems were frowned upon as a beginning
of a manuscript
He used to be a communist, as his mother was one
Communism, like unbridled capitalism, hates
free speech, want a restriction on what to express
unless it is in favor of the regime
To be any good at isms, one needs passion and
hatred against those who do not succumb to the norm
the standard set not to upset the powerful
He gets angry seeing injustices and says,...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
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arsastar
astaroth..
astaroth..
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 9:20pm
8th Oct 2024 9:20pm
What is This?
The restless static in my head.
Static that reaches my bed. No comfort here, turn back to see everything engulfed in static and noise. It rings and clashes at your head. Uncomfortable feelings of dread. Persistently upset. Unsatisfied, unreal, unkempt. Distaste of human race, it's pounding at the walls. Let it out hurry up! It's gonna be too late soon. It'll get in and go straight for the jugular. I'm not moving but I'm trying. My body is refusing its instructions. I look down to see my legs all fuzzy, muddled, and wrapped in static. Gotta hurry! I open the door to ear piercing screams....
Static that reaches my bed. No comfort here, turn back to see everything engulfed in static and noise. It rings and clashes at your head. Uncomfortable feelings of dread. Persistently upset. Unsatisfied, unreal, unkempt. Distaste of human race, it's pounding at the walls. Let it out hurry up! It's gonna be too late soon. It'll get in and go straight for the jugular. I'm not moving but I'm trying. My body is refusing its instructions. I look down to see my legs all fuzzy, muddled, and wrapped in static. Gotta hurry! I open the door to ear piercing screams....
#boredom
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#insomnia
#suffering
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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
72 reads
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
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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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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
17th Sep 2024 7:24pm
17th Sep 2024 7:24pm
Empty
I still remember a 20 pound weight on his floor
and smiling
and weakly saying, "Yeah, I couldn't even lift that."
I'm supposed to be impressed,
and maybe I am a little.
But nah, not really.
It's all just empty.
You have a nice car?
You have a nice house?
You have a nice body?
Hm, that's nice.
Next.
The world is swirling around,
like a merry go round,
and all I wonder is
when the happy mask will fall off
and when the happy mask salesman will go,
"You've met with a terrible fate,...
and smiling
and weakly saying, "Yeah, I couldn't even lift that."
I'm supposed to be impressed,
and maybe I am a little.
But nah, not really.
It's all just empty.
You have a nice car?
You have a nice house?
You have a nice body?
Hm, that's nice.
Next.
The world is swirling around,
like a merry go round,
and all I wonder is
when the happy mask will fall off
and when the happy mask salesman will go,
"You've met with a terrible fate,...
#boredom
#frustration
#grief
#heartbroken
#sadness
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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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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
11th Sep 2024 9:25pm
11th Sep 2024 9:25pm
Abrasive
I miss you my muse
My stubborn fork
With electric flowers
It has not been raining
It is dry here
Flowers do not grow without you
I wait
And wait
In vain
For a verse to flow
But it is all dry
And I am not high.
My stubborn fork
With electric flowers
It has not been raining
It is dry here
Flowers do not grow without you
I wait
And wait
In vain
For a verse to flow
But it is all dry
And I am not high.
#boredom
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