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.
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If we were still children
If The Mountains Were Cubic Forms
If the rivers were flowing
If the mountains were calling
If the breeze was blowing
It's because we were the children
*****
If the flowers used to give perfume
And on the vernal hills used to bloom
And if the birds used to sing in tune
Its because we were the children
*****
Because we are no longer young
And we forget a childhood's song
And because all looks like wrong
It's because we are no longer children
*****
So back to nature where we belong
If we want...
If the rivers were flowing
If the mountains were calling
If the breeze was blowing
It's because we were the children
*****
If the flowers used to give perfume
And on the vernal hills used to bloom
And if the birds used to sing in tune
Its because we were the children
*****
Because we are no longer young
And we forget a childhood's song
And because all looks like wrong
It's because we are no longer children
*****
So back to nature where we belong
If we want...
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness
#frustration
#boredom
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Regular Tuesday
watching a stupid French slasher film,
about a serial killer who in an opening scene
dumps a head from his truck’s driver side,
and in the end we’re supposed to believe
that all along he was the lesbian student,
staying in the farmhouse with the friend
whose family are all butchered,
and whom she watches showering.
why do I watch this trash, I think,
shovelling Genoa cake into my maw,
I should be reading Dante by the moon.
outside the streetlights fill the rain
and leave little patterns behind, between stones;
fine...
about a serial killer who in an opening scene
dumps a head from his truck’s driver side,
and in the end we’re supposed to believe
that all along he was the lesbian student,
staying in the farmhouse with the friend
whose family are all butchered,
and whom she watches showering.
why do I watch this trash, I think,
shovelling Genoa cake into my maw,
I should be reading Dante by the moon.
outside the streetlights fill the rain
and leave little patterns behind, between stones;
fine...
#boredom
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Rise and Shine
Rise and shine
My least favorite line
Get out of bed
I’ll drag it with
Heavy wrinkles indent
Meld with mesh
Create a sludgy mess
I couldn’t bother to clean
Get up!
I’m dead
Wake up!
Not again
They remind everyday
A roll of flesh
A dreaded existence lays
Between folded pages of cloth
Inked blood pours time
Wasted yet remained a stain
A reminder
I know.
They sprinkling salt
In corners of this dump
Wont keep witches
From tossing trash...
My least favorite line
Get out of bed
I’ll drag it with
Heavy wrinkles indent
Meld with mesh
Create a sludgy mess
I couldn’t bother to clean
Get up!
I’m dead
Wake up!
Not again
They remind everyday
A roll of flesh
A dreaded existence lays
Between folded pages of cloth
Inked blood pours time
Wasted yet remained a stain
A reminder
I know.
They sprinkling salt
In corners of this dump
Wont keep witches
From tossing trash...
#depression
#suffering
#disappointment #boredom
#disappointment #boredom
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Job
As I sit here, fingers rest on the keyboard, daydreaming.
My job is a job, not a career but it gives me what I want
It has it's pro's and con's
I work from home in a spare room I called my place of safety
Since 2020 this is where I reside
The room was my retreat, my sanctum
Engrossed in books, music & movies
Now job aids, spreadsheets and other dull work materials stepped in
It interferes with my interests
It suffocates my escape
Work is home and home is work
A terrible concept but it’s the truth
Gone were the days of interacting...
My job is a job, not a career but it gives me what I want
It has it's pro's and con's
I work from home in a spare room I called my place of safety
Since 2020 this is where I reside
The room was my retreat, my sanctum
Engrossed in books, music & movies
Now job aids, spreadsheets and other dull work materials stepped in
It interferes with my interests
It suffocates my escape
Work is home and home is work
A terrible concept but it’s the truth
Gone were the days of interacting...
#loneliness
#home
#boredom #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#boredom #DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Friday Afternoon at Home
if you're interested in
the permutations of being drunk
or horny
or drunk AND horny
and how cunnilingus
and/or fellatio
sit on either side of
dionysus then
it ain't me,
bobby dee.
.
go elsewhere
if you like to hear
the word fuck inserted
into every aural cavity on
the planet
line up,
take a number
muthafukkah
and have at it
the...
the permutations of being drunk
or horny
or drunk AND horny
and how cunnilingus
and/or fellatio
sit on either side of
dionysus then
it ain't me,
bobby dee.
.
go elsewhere
if you like to hear
the word fuck inserted
into every aural cavity on
the planet
line up,
take a number
muthafukkah
and have at it
the...
#emptiness
#apathy
#boredom
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Slump'' Marasme ''
I always find my alter ego whenever i roam the rocky hills, or skip gaily rightout from home, into the pine forest on the village fringe, where the pure breeze inspires the pastoral themes..where life in its prime tells the truth, the wisdom and the true feeling.There ! is my Home !
i sat on the hilltop watching the tiny village below,"my bled" lost in a foggy silence and indolence, where carelessness and dark interests breed inside empty cafe shops, and shady nooks, and dark corners....
where kids in their blooming age, reap what the dead ones have sown...
i sat on the hilltop watching the tiny village below,"my bled" lost in a foggy silence and indolence, where carelessness and dark interests breed inside empty cafe shops, and shady nooks, and dark corners....
where kids in their blooming age, reap what the dead ones have sown...
#anger
#rejection
#apathy
#boredom
#bittersweet
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My mum raised
They say I talk too much.
"Don't you ever shut your mouth?!"
I admit,I talk alot. Parrot mouth.
How perceptive of you.)
So,so,so what! I talk and substance slides out. Unlike all of you.
Stuff,stuff,like 'Godfather' with cotton mouth. Letting crap,crawl off tongue,run out.
Your teary,out of luck,sad old love songs,I could do without.
Just to repeat,I'm not perfect.
I'm more expansive,than all of you though.
Particularly,in the bedroom.
My mind ,is wild,out of time.
And that's all I have to say,to the...
"Don't you ever shut your mouth?!"
I admit,I talk alot. Parrot mouth.
How perceptive of you.)
So,so,so what! I talk and substance slides out. Unlike all of you.
Stuff,stuff,like 'Godfather' with cotton mouth. Letting crap,crawl off tongue,run out.
Your teary,out of luck,sad old love songs,I could do without.
Just to repeat,I'm not perfect.
I'm more expansive,than all of you though.
Particularly,in the bedroom.
My mind ,is wild,out of time.
And that's all I have to say,to the...
#love
#frustration
#boredom
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The note
Your purpose can't keep skipping the isolation. I advise you to find your own space. Where you can isolate as much as you like.
Where silence,you can embrace.
Some are meant to be alone.
Been taking a back seat.
Hiding your true potential.
Haven't you had enough?
It's been 30 years, youve showered him,
no matter what,with your love and constant attention.
Don't think he even believes in you,
It's time to give up.
Cut,cut,cut.
The rope that's been binding you,
he's asleep,so cut the chord,explore a brand new life. ...
Where silence,you can embrace.
Some are meant to be alone.
Been taking a back seat.
Hiding your true potential.
Haven't you had enough?
It's been 30 years, youve showered him,
no matter what,with your love and constant attention.
Don't think he even believes in you,
It's time to give up.
Cut,cut,cut.
The rope that's been binding you,
he's asleep,so cut the chord,explore a brand new life. ...
#sadness
#dark
#boredom
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When every hour is midnight
And it doesn't smell like perfume to me...
It smells like burning plastic
crude in the sea.
I smell the noise!
Large fires and will-o'-the-wisps.
It smells like incense too…
but that doesn't count,
I was the one who lit it!
The flowers waste
their freshness!
Some for rancidity
Others being vicious!
Flowers and weeds intersect.
Hybrids, half moon and midnight,
They exude studied and Parisian aromas.
They exude sweat of fear.
Disguises of rain and dew.
The flowers clash, made up,
of...
It smells like burning plastic
crude in the sea.
I smell the noise!
Large fires and will-o'-the-wisps.
It smells like incense too…
but that doesn't count,
I was the one who lit it!
The flowers waste
their freshness!
Some for rancidity
Others being vicious!
Flowers and weeds intersect.
Hybrids, half moon and midnight,
They exude studied and Parisian aromas.
They exude sweat of fear.
Disguises of rain and dew.
The flowers clash, made up,
of...
#anxiety
#depression
#apathy
#boredom
#fear
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A Letter From Romeo
Speak Softly Love
To each flower, a throb was sent
To each lover, a love was meant
On every page, a heart was drawn
On every whiff, a kiss was blown
There was the real bittersweet feeling
There was the truer hearts' throbbing
I write your name on the bark of the tree
You write my name, smiling in such spontaneity
Children in their twentie or thirties
Singing along the pathways joyful ditties
Hand in hand like butterflies in the sky ...
To each flower, a throb was sent
To each lover, a love was meant
On every page, a heart was drawn
On every whiff, a kiss was blown
There was the real bittersweet feeling
There was the truer hearts' throbbing
I write your name on the bark of the tree
You write my name, smiling in such spontaneity
Children in their twentie or thirties
Singing along the pathways joyful ditties
Hand in hand like butterflies in the sky ...
#anxiety
#regret
#frustration
#apathy
#boredom
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Staring Sky
To look up at weeping clouds
Bearing the death of cries
It seeps into my eyes
But these shiny beads aren’t mine
They aren’t threaded from inside
It’s evaporates to the sky
With every sunrise invasion
Shedding void eyes
That echo without demise
I seek foggy mist
Hoping to blur an epiphany
But it’s all too clear
There is nothing left here
But a futile overcast stitching
To keep the ledge of string
From fraying
The needles piercing hole...
Bearing the death of cries
It seeps into my eyes
But these shiny beads aren’t mine
They aren’t threaded from inside
It’s evaporates to the sky
With every sunrise invasion
Shedding void eyes
That echo without demise
I seek foggy mist
Hoping to blur an epiphany
But it’s all too clear
There is nothing left here
But a futile overcast stitching
To keep the ledge of string
From fraying
The needles piercing hole...
#grief
#apathy
#boredom #bittersweet
#boredom #bittersweet
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Get off your knees you sad, pathetic serfs! It's the 21st Century not the bloody Dark Ages!
By Stanley Collymore
It's high time for this expensive
pantomime to end! Obviously
so, discernibly quite relative
to a very privileged bunch of taxpayer
funded, quite pretend celebrities, but
unquestionably, in reality, a basically
incestuously inbred; really medieval
mindset, unquestionably effectively
obviously very thoroughly outdated
but all the same accepted by many
in the lower strata naturally as well
the social climbing elements of an
entrenched rather...
It's high time for this expensive
pantomime to end! Obviously
so, discernibly quite relative
to a very privileged bunch of taxpayer
funded, quite pretend celebrities, but
unquestionably, in reality, a basically
incestuously inbred; really medieval
mindset, unquestionably effectively
obviously very thoroughly outdated
but all the same accepted by many
in the lower strata naturally as well
the social climbing elements of an
entrenched rather...
#hate
#despair
#emptiness
#apathy
#boredom
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