Poems About Boredom Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about boredom published by members recently online.
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the absolute is not there
the inconsistencies also do not
not even the most microscopic of faults
the tremor of the earth is not felt
and the wind, where did the wind go, in silence?
the sound of the waves fell silent on the rocks
the stillness of the rocks shook the sands
and the desert turned sour under the sun
and the voice, where did the voice go, screaming?
the color of things is not there
the scars are not there either
but the scream is the sound of everything that moves
the infinitesimal of calculations was...
the inconsistencies also do not
not even the most microscopic of faults
the tremor of the earth is not felt
and the wind, where did the wind go, in silence?
the sound of the waves fell silent on the rocks
the stillness of the rocks shook the sands
and the desert turned sour under the sun
and the voice, where did the voice go, screaming?
the color of things is not there
the scars are not there either
but the scream is the sound of everything that moves
the infinitesimal of calculations was...
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#depression
#desert
43 reads
2 Comments
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the absolute is not there
the inconsistencies also do not
not even the most microscopic of faults
the tremor of the earth is not felt
and the wind, where did the wind go, in silence?
the sound of the waves fell silent on the rocks
the stillness of the rocks shook the sands
and the desert turned sour under the sun
and the voice, where did the voice go, screaming?
the color of things is not there
the scars are not there either
but the scream is the sound of everything that moves
the infinitesimal of calculations was...
the inconsistencies also do not
not even the most microscopic of faults
the tremor of the earth is not felt
and the wind, where did the wind go, in silence?
the sound of the waves fell silent on the rocks
the stillness of the rocks shook the sands
and the desert turned sour under the sun
and the voice, where did the voice go, screaming?
the color of things is not there
the scars are not there either
but the scream is the sound of everything that moves
the infinitesimal of calculations was...
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#depression
#desert
43 reads
2 Comments
Lent
the absolute is not there
the inconsistencies also do not
not even the most microscopic of faults
the tremor of the earth is not felt
and the wind, where did the wind go, in silence?
the sound of the waves fell silent on the rocks
the stillness of the rocks shook the sands
and the desert turned sour under the sun
and the voice, where did the voice go, screaming?
the color of things is not there
the scars are not there either
but the scream is the sound of everything that moves
the infinitesimal of calculations was...
the inconsistencies also do not
not even the most microscopic of faults
the tremor of the earth is not felt
and the wind, where did the wind go, in silence?
the sound of the waves fell silent on the rocks
the stillness of the rocks shook the sands
and the desert turned sour under the sun
and the voice, where did the voice go, screaming?
the color of things is not there
the scars are not there either
but the scream is the sound of everything that moves
the infinitesimal of calculations was...
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#depression
#desert
43 reads
2 Comments
Lent
the absolute is not there
the inconsistencies also do not
not even the most microscopic of faults
the tremor of the earth is not felt
and the wind, where did the wind go, in silence?
the sound of the waves fell silent on the rocks
the stillness of the rocks shook the sands
and the desert turned sour under the sun
and the voice, where did the voice go, screaming?
the color of things is not there
the scars are not there either
but the scream is the sound of everything that moves
the infinitesimal of calculations was...
the inconsistencies also do not
not even the most microscopic of faults
the tremor of the earth is not felt
and the wind, where did the wind go, in silence?
the sound of the waves fell silent on the rocks
the stillness of the rocks shook the sands
and the desert turned sour under the sun
and the voice, where did the voice go, screaming?
the color of things is not there
the scars are not there either
but the scream is the sound of everything that moves
the infinitesimal of calculations was...
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#depression
#desert
43 reads
2 Comments
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the absolute is not there
the inconsistencies also do not
not even the most microscopic of faults
the tremor of the earth is not felt
and the wind, where did the wind go, in silence?
the sound of the waves fell silent on the rocks
the stillness of the rocks shook the sands
and the desert turned sour under the sun
and the voice, where did the voice go, screaming?
the color of things is not there
the scars are not there either
but the scream is the sound of everything that moves
the infinitesimal of calculations was...
the inconsistencies also do not
not even the most microscopic of faults
the tremor of the earth is not felt
and the wind, where did the wind go, in silence?
the sound of the waves fell silent on the rocks
the stillness of the rocks shook the sands
and the desert turned sour under the sun
and the voice, where did the voice go, screaming?
the color of things is not there
the scars are not there either
but the scream is the sound of everything that moves
the infinitesimal of calculations was...
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#depression
#desert
43 reads
2 Comments
A Shot in the Dark
Poetry competitions are like testing your own conditions,
Are you good enough at the art when you take a shot in the dark?
It depends on the objective but it can also be subjective,
When your words resonate with the reader it may just hit the mark.
It’s like a sudden and swift race caught up in the thrill of the chase,
I’m trying to show I’m the best from the rest in this virtual joint,
Testing to see if the host will like my post but most likely not,
Unless I ass kiss with this bliss of a poem just to prove a point…
Wait,
Unless I kiss his ass...
Are you good enough at the art when you take a shot in the dark?
It depends on the objective but it can also be subjective,
When your words resonate with the reader it may just hit the mark.
It’s like a sudden and swift race caught up in the thrill of the chase,
I’m trying to show I’m the best from the rest in this virtual joint,
Testing to see if the host will like my post but most likely not,
Unless I ass kiss with this bliss of a poem just to prove a point…
Wait,
Unless I kiss his ass...
#rhyming
#boredom
543 reads
5 Comments
A Shot in the Dark
Poetry competitions are like testing your own conditions,
Are you good enough at the art when you take a shot in the dark?
It depends on the objective but it can also be subjective,
When your words resonate with the reader it may just hit the mark.
It’s like a sudden and swift race caught up in the thrill of the chase,
I’m trying to show I’m the best from the rest in this virtual joint,
Testing to see if the host will like my post but most likely not,
Unless I ass kiss with this bliss of a poem just to prove a point…
Wait,
Unless I kiss his ass...
Are you good enough at the art when you take a shot in the dark?
It depends on the objective but it can also be subjective,
When your words resonate with the reader it may just hit the mark.
It’s like a sudden and swift race caught up in the thrill of the chase,
I’m trying to show I’m the best from the rest in this virtual joint,
Testing to see if the host will like my post but most likely not,
Unless I ass kiss with this bliss of a poem just to prove a point…
Wait,
Unless I kiss his ass...
#rhyming
#boredom
543 reads
5 Comments
struggling "writer"
you feel you've gradually gotten better over time-but the highs aren't as high as they used to be
now.... there's just more of an overload; writing beyond burn out.... the feeling's hardly the same anymore....
now.... there's just more of an overload; writing beyond burn out.... the feeling's hardly the same anymore....
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#boredom
70 reads
struggling "writer"
you feel you've gradually gotten better over time-but the highs aren't as high as they used to be
now.... there's just more of an overload; writing beyond burn out.... the feeling's hardly the same anymore....
now.... there's just more of an overload; writing beyond burn out.... the feeling's hardly the same anymore....
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#boredom
70 reads
struggling "writer"
you feel you've gradually gotten better over time-but the highs aren't as high as they used to be
now.... there's just more of an overload; writing beyond burn out.... the feeling's hardly the same anymore....
now.... there's just more of an overload; writing beyond burn out.... the feeling's hardly the same anymore....
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#boredom
70 reads
Comfort Blanket.
A bird was never meant to inhabit a cage. It was given wings to for a reason to spread them and fly freely dipping in and out of the clouds in the sky. That is forsaken in time as the bird accepts its situation with the fleecy attributes of a comfort blanket. Now the bird has forgotten his aerodynamic inclinations and now has no inkling to try and that’s how easy it is. To slide into circumstances, you would have never contemplated let alone live by.
#confusion
#despair
#apathy
#boredom
#fear
37 reads
2 Comments
Comfort Blanket.
A bird was never meant to inhabit a cage. It was given wings to for a reason to spread them and fly freely dipping in and out of the clouds in the sky. That is forsaken in time as the bird accepts its situation with the fleecy attributes of a comfort blanket. Now the bird has forgotten his aerodynamic inclinations and now has no inkling to try and that’s how easy it is. To slide into circumstances, you would have never contemplated let alone live by.
#confusion
#despair
#apathy
#boredom
#fear
37 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Boredom Published by Members Recently Online