Boredom Poems

Boredom poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of boredom poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on boredom are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Holiday Boredom

Holiday Boredom long poem

Here I sit because I did not choose To waste my life in the empty living room But in actual fact, I had nothing much to lose It was the holidays, and I was young Here I lie because I

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Everyday Trouble

Everyday Trouble short poem

I broke a nail shattered the smooth curve on some surface not realizing until I tasted salt and iron realized I etched a jagged trace of blood and plowed skin on my nose like a child then innocently hurting but

Jet Lagged Wal-Mart In Florida

Jet Lagged Wal Mart In Florida short poem

There are indigenous children in every basket surly shopping at 10:00 PM as if single parents have taken refuge from the pounding rain among the long aisles of cheap goods, undifferentiated blue-white light. They want to go home there’s not

Ambrose The Toad

Ambrose The Toad short poem

From the land of bestrode came Ambrose the toad, With boring tales of a bureaucratic charade. Why would this old fart, with always the same start, Repeat old stories about the British Brigade? He’d tell you everything he could, Though

Biography

Biography short poem

I escaped from the arid reunion no uncle pressing a beer can at me no cousin failing to place me in the hierarchy out past the campground boundary dry seed pods scratching my calves find an apple tree at river’s

Thought 3

Thought 3 long poem

The moon is declining on its late night journey The lady you adored all through out the years Is returning to daily fold with respectable form, The October sky is cloudy and moist like your vision, You have scant sleep

Vibrant Life

Vibrant Life short poem

Between the zeros and the ones, a paisley tablecloth is spread, and atop it rest white lace napkins, the yellow butter and the butter knife, the wine glasses, the teacups, the water jug filled with ice – a mundane scene

Poems containing references to : Boredom

Haste

Haste prose poem

The tight schedules in the office frustrated him to quit the job in haste Post retirement he fancied life to be a bed of roses with no Boss to make him walk on thorns He did not bother what position

Quest

Quest short poem

I opened my eyes and saw her first, She was my savior in hunger and thirst, I cling to her till I grew And then I wanted something new. A passion drove me to taste and smell, The world that

Poetry Vs Royalty

Poetry Vs Royalty ballad

Of splendid thrones of gold or treasures manifold Of jewelled caskets or lavish banquets Of Emirs and rajahs Of Sultan and Shahs Of kings and queens Of rulers and emperors Of sparkling crowns or flowing gowns Of their subservient stewards

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Look around, how bondage binds us all, All strive to leap over, cross the threshold that ends it all. Some rummage through the crowds, prepared to be martyrs in love. To take a hand and be its glove. Unfazed that

Growing up

Growing up prose poem

This morning at the town square, little orphaned children gathered to listen to stories and lies left behind by last night’s lovers. On one of the benches by the fountain, one of the children, a little girl with a clogged

My Marriage Proposal To chizzie

My Marriage Proposal To chizzie short poem

Chizzie, Your magical kiss electrifies my poor Soul, it soothes my dry tongue with your salivary honey, it satisfies my innate needs like money earnestly sought for to meet every set goal listed in a schedule of a lifetime’s needs.

Bed Rest

Bed Rest short poem

Razor Shells and fleshed-out stitches. Endless boredom, life just glitches. Non stop breeding and a circle’s lining, Eggs incubation, feelings thrown astray. I don’t need more problems, just stay away! Adorn a blanket robe like I’m 5 years old. Still

Colours Of Life

Colours Of Life short poem

Life, It is like a walk, On the same road, A patterned cuckoo clock. Doing the same thing, Over and over again, Monotonous life, It is the reign, Of boredom. But still, Life has some value, It is as, Blue,

A Small Flood

A Small Flood prose poem

Today, streets shamelessly bathe, after they were piled by east winds, which were imported from West, North and South, since that news bulletin to which nobody gives mind. At the hall there is a red coat, a pink boot filled

Forever!

Forever! short poem

Forever Pain seems like a beautiful concept, as I sit contemplating your demise. I gazed into eyes constantly deceitful in nature, I guess that would explain you ignorant behavior. Love seem like it would last forever, but thoughts of selfishness

A Day For A Lifetime

A Day For A Lifetime ballad

Driving my car across the country, numerous years ago, going to a new place, Changing who I’d know A loud bang broke the boredom and blue smoke filled the air, engine was A ’knocking, a sound beyond compare I rolled

My Soulmate

My Soulmate ode

In the blink of an eye My world crumbled. Catastrophe struck my life Leaving me numb. My soulmate, my childhood mate, Whose shoulder I had oft wept on, Who had remained steadfastly loyal, Just vanished out of my life. My

School Life

School Life short poem

school life just like in a child’s dream like a bird to be taught to fly and live primary classes to higher classes step by step I learnt to live and understand life better than ever Terrific weightage of books

Time

Time short poem

Dear someone, somewhere soon the presence of the breath you inhale would always be too far away to reach and the smell of your perfume or eau de perfume or eau de toilette or even the way she reads the

It’s all the same song

It’s all the same song long poem

If someone were to take me to my task, if someone were to strip me naked, if someone were to thrust a mirror in my face, and ask me earnestly, ‘Isn’t this true? Isn’t it an undeniable fact that all

The Royals Vs The Poet’s Realm

The Royals Vs The Poets Realm ballad

Of splendid thrones of gold or treasures manifold Of jewelled caskets or lavish banquets Of Emirs and rajahs Of Sultan and Shahs Of kings and queens Of rulers and emperors Of sparkling crowns or flowing gowns Of their subservient stewards

Quick Heal – Our Friend Part 2

Quick Heal – Our Friend Part 2 short poem

The world of viruses come With lots unwanted gum. Quick Heal is a family album Where I can reject all scum And freely continued my rhumb. Viruses for all are season autumn, Looking into browsers is alum, Inserting memory cards

The Cave

The Cave prose poem

Along the road to an old city, within the wrinkles of mountains hanged by their heads, spiders are still spreading their webs at caves’ doors. Tales come out off embers, waiting for those who pass by. Canes which are forgetful

Marginality

Marginality prose poem

Marginality// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) When eyes rain on beautiful steps along a novel’s paths, while you stay out of the text, know that you are put in the margins; when you boil like sleepless volcano, just to furnish

The Divine Promise

The Divine Promise prose poem

November 9, a stroke again in her life, The broken phone lying near the bed, her eyes filled with tears, a blade in her left hand and bleeding fingers of her right hand, all spoke the same story of betrayal.

Faithless Hands

Faithless Hands short poem

There were subtle declines, still I opted for incompleteness. A fierce battle was raging. I think to start my descent in roofless castle of mania to watch the self-destruction of a landscape. Thousands were squatting on mud tracks. till the

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It Is Not Yet Over

It Is Not Yet Over short poem

It is not yet over. Not as long as I don’t want it to be. If I am not patient,I’ll learn to be. If I am not good enough,I’ll learn to be. I’ll face dark,difficult times but I will keep

Unseen

Unseen long poem

The angels among us, The ones that we can see We call them friends, lovers or family. They are there when we don’t know we need them at all. To guide us, love us or simply watch us fall. To

Bhakti- A Yoga Of Devotion

Bhakti  A Yoga Of Devotion long poem

How colourful is Bhakti- The yoga of devotion and fidelity It has a blend of various Emotions and relations In the yoga of devotion God can be your parents God can be your friend God can be your lover God

Another World

Another World short poem

Death has Triggered A strange relationship Between a mother And her child! My mother, Who was always Beside me In all my trials And tribulations; In my success And my triumphs; Got up suddenly And walked Out of my life

Time To Say Goodbye

Time To Say Goodbye short poem

I cried a dozen times When it was time to say goodbye I felt like smoke But you were my fire I knew you couldn’t come back But I still wished so I knew you couldn’t hear me But I

The Three Kinds Of Lives

The Three Kinds Of Lives short poem

Life is a locked book the first and last pages are filled with ultimate events birth and death but how the other pages are drilled? The one who is born with an ideal aim, tries to fulfill it even if

To

To short poem

To waste hours eliminates days smell those flowers hold that gaze to bite your tongue, sometimes is best forgive the young as they learn the rest To blindly go ignoring choice with volume low that inner voice To needlessly worry

Story Of A Butterfly

Story Of A Butterfly short poem

On a bright summer afternoon, Sometime around July I saw something like a cocoon, About to be a butterfly At the break of the night, On the 16th day It took its first flight, Towards the skies far away With

Shyrene

Shyrene short poem

Once upon my nocturne sorrow,  As I delineate the morrow,  Of a dream, flourishing in might,  To fizzle in the morning light,  Such when the waves swept me ocean,  Of glum, beneath skies, cerulean,  My memory holding serene,  The fairest

Queen Page

Queen Page long poem

She doesn’t look like much White,flat and pale on a ghostly scale Nothing mesmerising to touch But without her consent I can tell no tale. She is proud of her spotless white shroud This picky princess seldom settles For wearing

Oblivion

Oblivion long poem

This face that I lift in my palms so carefully, as if it is grains of sand, shall someday slip through my fingers, as if it is grains of sand. but, for a moment, let me forget. this face that

Collective Guilt

Collective Guilt short poem

profiling the divine phallus on terraced shrouds of fault the dilemma of arcane notation starts for that succultent rumours, emotively torn asunder, a green room becomes epiphanic, the voice was gone with black sun; buried onto neck in the drenched