Poems About Boredom by Top Critiquers
#boredom
Poems about boredom by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Mrd
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 5:16pm
12th Jan 2024 5:16pm
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
148 reads
13 Comments
DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
28th Feb 2024 11:50am
28th Feb 2024 11:50am
The Internal Life
The game within is cruel
an idea
not acted upon
there have been so many
the internal life
much more arousing
than the real
Hours given
to survive
You become jobs and bills
It takes so much of you
that the famine of thrills
grows wider
Only fiction
can make it better.
an idea
not acted upon
there have been so many
the internal life
much more arousing
than the real
Hours given
to survive
You become jobs and bills
It takes so much of you
that the famine of thrills
grows wider
Only fiction
can make it better.
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#boredom #job
#boredom #job
93 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 10:33pm
17th Apr 2024 10:33pm
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
42 reads
2 Comments
Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 5:34am
6th Mar 2024 5:34am
Staged Deaths
Two friends once destined
Knowing their destiny
Searching for rest to end
Misery, enter tranquility
Anger raged in their worlds
And hatred was spread
Bloody silence left unheard
With thoughts by each of being dead
Timing matters, it's all a game
Waiting for seconds to pass
Tempted to end guilt and shame
The time is not here at last
Meeting new "friends" as strangers
To wreck more lives and feelings
Even innocence endangers
Your false...
Knowing their destiny
Searching for rest to end
Misery, enter tranquility
Anger raged in their worlds
And hatred was spread
Bloody silence left unheard
With thoughts by each of being dead
Timing matters, it's all a game
Waiting for seconds to pass
Tempted to end guilt and shame
The time is not here at last
Meeting new "friends" as strangers
To wreck more lives and feelings
Even innocence endangers
Your false...
#dark
#emptiness
#boredom
126 reads
2 Comments
Maple666
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 4:03pm
16th Apr 2024 4:03pm
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
36 reads
2 Comments
PencilScribbles
Scribbles
Scribbles
Poem Published
13th Sep 2021 11:52pm
13th Sep 2021 11:52pm
Touché
Cog in the machine,
Chasing after a carrot on a string,
Exhaustingly building up a castle.
Then, having the riches dispersed,
like a socialist capital.
No finishing line,
Only a mirage, in the distance,
a tight-rope to break through.
Oh how fun: a hamster...
trying to outrun the spinning wheel.
Around and around we go.
Faster, faster!
Don't trip, and don't slow!
You have to move faster,
to keep up with the surface below!
(Forgetting it is you,...
Chasing after a carrot on a string,
Exhaustingly building up a castle.
Then, having the riches dispersed,
like a socialist capital.
No finishing line,
Only a mirage, in the distance,
a tight-rope to break through.
Oh how fun: a hamster...
trying to outrun the spinning wheel.
Around and around we go.
Faster, faster!
Don't trip, and don't slow!
You have to move faster,
to keep up with the surface below!
(Forgetting it is you,...
#frustration
#boredom
#responsibility
#tradition
#vulnerability
31 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2023 1:08am
3rd Sep 2023 1:08am
always preaching and explaining
well meant, no doubt, saying
for my mental health I need
to get out more in the fresh air
and the countryside, its benefits
being so very far reaching
for a book, I yawn, and say, “well I would, but it’s raining, so I think
I’ll stay inside ..”
for my mental health I need
to get out more in the fresh air
and the countryside, its benefits
being so very far reaching
for a book, I yawn, and say, “well I would, but it’s raining, so I think
I’ll stay inside ..”
#boredom
94 reads
2 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
17th Jan 2022 3:14am
17th Jan 2022 3:14am
Mounting the Assault
Mounting the Assault
The pattern
Continues:
Oh, Baby.
Oh, oh, oh.
Yes. Do me.
Oh, Ralph,
You're the King.
Buys stuff.
Treats like
Candy.
Then,
Fuck you.
Better luck
Alone.
Then:
Help!
Neediness.
Helps,
Gives mouth
To mouth.
Then:
Get lost,
Loser.
Hmmmm.
Okay
Then.
Hey,
Where
Are you?
Silence.
Walks off.
Distancing.
Don't
Be hurt.
Just kidding. ...
The pattern
Continues:
Oh, Baby.
Oh, oh, oh.
Yes. Do me.
Oh, Ralph,
You're the King.
Buys stuff.
Treats like
Candy.
Then,
Fuck you.
Better luck
Alone.
Then:
Help!
Neediness.
Helps,
Gives mouth
To mouth.
Then:
Get lost,
Loser.
Hmmmm.
Okay
Then.
Hey,
Where
Are you?
Silence.
Walks off.
Distancing.
Don't
Be hurt.
Just kidding. ...
#rejection
#denial
#emptiness
#apathy
#boredom
306 reads
2 Comments
FATBOY300PLUS
Poem Published
4th Sep 2021 10:13pm
4th Sep 2021 10:13pm
Dickn Around In The Dictionary
(And fukkn wit Dr Seuss)
In a boat in a moat
There's a goat eating oats
He's wearing a coat in this boat that's afloat
Would he have time to swallow the oats in his throat
To assist a poor shoat being chased by a stoat?
Now
would the stoat take offense at this goat's ermine coat
Stop chasing the shoat
Take off after the goat
Knock over the oats and take hold of goat's throat
Toss goat from the boat
And right into the moat
Then with one final gloat resume chasing poor shoat
Because...
In a boat in a moat
There's a goat eating oats
He's wearing a coat in this boat that's afloat
Would he have time to swallow the oats in his throat
To assist a poor shoat being chased by a stoat?
Now
would the stoat take offense at this goat's ermine coat
Stop chasing the shoat
Take off after the goat
Knock over the oats and take hold of goat's throat
Toss goat from the boat
And right into the moat
Then with one final gloat resume chasing poor shoat
Because...
#dark
#funny
#WritersBlock #boredom
#WritersBlock #boredom
434 reads
10 Comments
Marks
Poem Published
5th Nov 2020 00:21am
5th Nov 2020 00:21am
Bar...
.. ...
Bar...
Voices from the tables
Plain conversation
Obvious talk
Bar...
Wasting my manliness
Wasting my time
Life is alive outside
Like acoustic guitar strings
Like an answering machine
Would the waitress call to say hi ?
She might become a must in the night
Longing for a song
Longing for a poem
Bar ...
Bar on the corner
Evening fading away too fast
Over there outside
... ...
Bar...
Voices from the tables
Plain conversation
Obvious talk
Bar...
Wasting my manliness
Wasting my time
Life is alive outside
Like acoustic guitar strings
Like an answering machine
Would the waitress call to say hi ?
She might become a must in the night
Longing for a song
Longing for a poem
Bar ...
Bar on the corner
Evening fading away too fast
Over there outside
... ...
#patience
#escape
#dating #boredom
#dating #boredom
547 reads
10 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
700 reads
13 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2019 6:22pm
2nd Jan 2019 6:22pm
WINGS
Back to minutiae
quotidian tedium
But cocoon shows cracks
quotidian tedium
But cocoon shows cracks
#dreams
#haiku
#freedom #boredom
#freedom #boredom
468 reads
7 Comments
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