Poems About Boredom Published by Members Recently Online
#boredom
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
7th Sep 2017 2:32pm
7th Sep 2017 2:32pm
rot gut
are you angry?
because I didn't tell you everything
each little detail of my past & present
I don't feel obliged to disclose my life story
you wanted my reality
i've shared some
it's been ugly & nasty
some beautiful victories
mostly beaten into the ground
just to brush the dust off
& walk on
i'm a fighter
I don't know how to lie down & quit
I'll go 12 rounds
with the monsters...
because I didn't tell you everything
each little detail of my past & present
I don't feel obliged to disclose my life story
you wanted my reality
i've shared some
it's been ugly & nasty
some beautiful victories
mostly beaten into the ground
just to brush the dust off
& walk on
i'm a fighter
I don't know how to lie down & quit
I'll go 12 rounds
with the monsters...
#boredom
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26 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
it's not Halloween but this ghost costume still fits
Don't look at me
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
#boredom
#depression
#myself
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
150 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
it's not Halloween but this ghost costume still fits
Don't look at me
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
#boredom
#depression
#myself
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
150 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
it's not Halloween but this ghost costume still fits
Don't look at me
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
#boredom
#depression
#myself
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
150 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
it's not Halloween but this ghost costume still fits
Don't look at me
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
#boredom
#depression
#myself
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
150 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
it's not Halloween but this ghost costume still fits
Don't look at me
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
#boredom
#depression
#myself
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
150 reads
4 Comments
jigg82
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 3:37am
5th Apr 2020 3:37am
A little darkness
a little darkness holds me down
Some kind of entity ,,,,?
Burning out inside of me,,,,
Losing all of me I see,,,,
A relentless gentle grip
The Amber glass about to tip.
It loves to numb my bones
Now I’m told to stay alone .
These walls are fucking hard enough.
I don’t wanna give it up .
I would rather fuck it up .
And Eventually throw it up...
But It’s hard to keep my breath without you breathing falsely into me .
Will I ever change for the better?
Will I ever remember me.
(Fuck it )
I...
Some kind of entity ,,,,?
Burning out inside of me,,,,
Losing all of me I see,,,,
A relentless gentle grip
The Amber glass about to tip.
It loves to numb my bones
Now I’m told to stay alone .
These walls are fucking hard enough.
I don’t wanna give it up .
I would rather fuck it up .
And Eventually throw it up...
But It’s hard to keep my breath without you breathing falsely into me .
Will I ever change for the better?
Will I ever remember me.
(Fuck it )
I...
#boredom
802 reads
13 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
24th Jun 2023 7:17pm
24th Jun 2023 7:17pm
Sans Something
I am stuck here alone with me
basking in all this ennui
watching the clock tick
watching this burning wick
Hours passing by so slow
in this hopeless quest to know
what will happen next
what might be the pretext
For one so willing to hedge
living her lonely life on the edge
of a self-sharpening blade
while sipping her fresh lemonade
Since I cannot seem to begin
cataloguing each and every sin
I have committed in this life
within such a heresy so rife
Perhaps I will one day...
basking in all this ennui
watching the clock tick
watching this burning wick
Hours passing by so slow
in this hopeless quest to know
what will happen next
what might be the pretext
For one so willing to hedge
living her lonely life on the edge
of a self-sharpening blade
while sipping her fresh lemonade
Since I cannot seem to begin
cataloguing each and every sin
I have committed in this life
within such a heresy so rife
Perhaps I will one day...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#apathy
#boredom
17 reads
3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
24th Jun 2023 7:17pm
24th Jun 2023 7:17pm
Sans Something
I am stuck here alone with me
basking in all this ennui
watching the clock tick
watching this burning wick
Hours passing by so slow
in this hopeless quest to know
what will happen next
what might be the pretext
For one so willing to hedge
living her lonely life on the edge
of a self-sharpening blade
while sipping her fresh lemonade
Since I cannot seem to begin
cataloguing each and every sin
I have committed in this life
within such a heresy so rife
Perhaps I will one day...
basking in all this ennui
watching the clock tick
watching this burning wick
Hours passing by so slow
in this hopeless quest to know
what will happen next
what might be the pretext
For one so willing to hedge
living her lonely life on the edge
of a self-sharpening blade
while sipping her fresh lemonade
Since I cannot seem to begin
cataloguing each and every sin
I have committed in this life
within such a heresy so rife
Perhaps I will one day...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#apathy
#boredom
17 reads
3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
24th Jun 2023 7:17pm
24th Jun 2023 7:17pm
Sans Something
I am stuck here alone with me
basking in all this ennui
watching the clock tick
watching this burning wick
Hours passing by so slow
in this hopeless quest to know
what will happen next
what might be the pretext
For one so willing to hedge
living her lonely life on the edge
of a self-sharpening blade
while sipping her fresh lemonade
Since I cannot seem to begin
cataloguing each and every sin
I have committed in this life
within such a heresy so rife
Perhaps I will one day...
basking in all this ennui
watching the clock tick
watching this burning wick
Hours passing by so slow
in this hopeless quest to know
what will happen next
what might be the pretext
For one so willing to hedge
living her lonely life on the edge
of a self-sharpening blade
while sipping her fresh lemonade
Since I cannot seem to begin
cataloguing each and every sin
I have committed in this life
within such a heresy so rife
Perhaps I will one day...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#apathy
#boredom
17 reads
3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
24th Jun 2023 7:17pm
24th Jun 2023 7:17pm
Sans Something
I am stuck here alone with me
basking in all this ennui
watching the clock tick
watching this burning wick
Hours passing by so slow
in this hopeless quest to know
what will happen next
what might be the pretext
For one so willing to hedge
living her lonely life on the edge
of a self-sharpening blade
while sipping her fresh lemonade
Since I cannot seem to begin
cataloguing each and every sin
I have committed in this life
within such a heresy so rife
Perhaps I will one day...
basking in all this ennui
watching the clock tick
watching this burning wick
Hours passing by so slow
in this hopeless quest to know
what will happen next
what might be the pretext
For one so willing to hedge
living her lonely life on the edge
of a self-sharpening blade
while sipping her fresh lemonade
Since I cannot seem to begin
cataloguing each and every sin
I have committed in this life
within such a heresy so rife
Perhaps I will one day...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#apathy
#boredom
17 reads
3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
24th Jun 2023 7:17pm
24th Jun 2023 7:17pm
Sans Something
I am stuck here alone with me
basking in all this ennui
watching the clock tick
watching this burning wick
Hours passing by so slow
in this hopeless quest to know
what will happen next
what might be the pretext
For one so willing to hedge
living her lonely life on the edge
of a self-sharpening blade
while sipping her fresh lemonade
Since I cannot seem to begin
cataloguing each and every sin
I have committed in this life
within such a heresy so rife
Perhaps I will one day...
basking in all this ennui
watching the clock tick
watching this burning wick
Hours passing by so slow
in this hopeless quest to know
what will happen next
what might be the pretext
For one so willing to hedge
living her lonely life on the edge
of a self-sharpening blade
while sipping her fresh lemonade
Since I cannot seem to begin
cataloguing each and every sin
I have committed in this life
within such a heresy so rife
Perhaps I will one day...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#apathy
#boredom
17 reads
3 Comments
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