Best Bored Poems
I am bored with Poetrysoup
Premier Poetry website rekindled my poetic talent
Veterans loved my work and inspired to showcase talent
But soon got entangled in Members Contest
Contests more of mutual admiration club than talent hunt
One Premium Member placing other high on winners list
Ordinary Members often accomodated below Glory list
Poetrysoup Members Contest rules needs revision
Premium Membership based on fees not on merits and contribution
Novice at times get chance to judge veteran
And post three poems in Poetrysoup Contest tilting fair play condition
Rules need revision, Premium Membership should be criteria driven
Either based on 25 Top Ten wins or upon posting of 150 poems
Top 50 of Poetrysoup Contest should conduct contests and groom
Though bored yet good platform of poetic expression is Poetrysoup
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By Hitendra Mehta
April 2011
Placed 7th in Members Contest - I am bored with______ by Linda Marie
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P.S - Its not intended to offend the Premium Members. Few of them have
really supported me and loved my visuals and flow. The idea is to make
this platform more stronger and meritorious to groom real talent.
Winning Top Ten and accumulating marks is okay but ultimate gratification
lies in showcasing the visuals with seamless flow of theme and packaging
same in adorable poetic forms.
Ventured this caustic one hoping that it will bring about positive changes.
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You're bored, you say? Let's bring on the bears
and dance them around the ring.
You should learn how to juggle or fly a trapeze
'cause I'm sure bored by YOU, ding-a-ling.
You've nothing to do? Let's bring on the lions
and elephants too. When that's through,
let's watch a human cannonball fly.
(I'll suggest that the human be you.)
Tired of me too? Let's bring on the clowns.
Your smirk I so want to erase.
Let them come out with dogs and on stilts
and then throw a pie in your face!
You're DYING of boredom? Let's bring on snake charmers
and the guy who swallows a sword.
Let's make you the target for throwers of knives.
Facing death, you might not feel so bored!
You need an escape? Let's bring on the freaks,
contortionists, and at last, dear,
people who practice escapology,
who can then help you to disappear.
April 17, 2019
for the Bring On The Dancing Bears Poetry Contest of John Lawless
(with all the many things to do in this world, I hate when someone says,
"I'M BORED" well, unless they are forced to be in a place they don't want to be and they have no pen and paper or technological devices on them!)
gloom drags me into the blueness of
boredom since you've been gone
and i don't see how i'll ever snap out of it
POTD October 13, 2022
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Hey Dear, we're here
It's where you've always dreamt
Ever since you slumbered such
In slevering content
Remembering back home
It's somewhere you always declared
You said it would excite you such
Mmm, my trouser leg you'd stare
Of pants and different pants
Your lustering descriptive tongue
Absorbing the poetry from me
Mmm, honestly, am I well hung
Lets go down-town my beautiful
Just like Petulia in song sung
I guarantee, never be scored by me
Where Manhatten hearts, strung
Hey Dear, we're here
It's where you've always stored
Ever since you slumbered such
Whilst slevering, you'll never be bored
27/12/2015
I am bored with math.
Two plus two always equals four.
Why can't it equal an ice cream cone
Or a trip to the candy store?
Four plus four always equals eight-
Never a video game,
Or a Disneyland vacation.
No, the answer's e'er the same!
One times one always equals one.
Where's the fun in that?
I'd love to see the answer be
A brand new baseball bat!
by Cherie Durbin
I went to Manhattan cause I was bored,
And it is there, I met a man, sweet Lord;
Oh gosh, he was enchanting,
And soon he had me panting;
And adored, my word, bored has a reward.
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December 28, 2015
Limerick
~ Not For Contest ~
Mr. Billy Benny sits, staring at a knife..
As bored as bored can be, in his very boring life.
He dipped a pen in tea - and drank a cup of ink,
The mirror sees him turn into a rosy shade of pink.
He shaved his black hair off - and stuck it on again,
He counted sheep, and 1 to 10, and rusted coins of yen.
He bought a yellow marker and drew pictures on a stone,
He made up jokes himself - which poked his funny bone.
Now, Mr. Billy Benny sits, staring at a knife.....
As bored as bored can be,in his very boring life.
A REFLECTION OF PASSING TIME
At age 15,
Afternoons could last a week,
Especially if nothing could be found to do,
Or if trying to endure a lecture at school.
At age 45,
Tomorrow would arrive as this afternoon just began.
Feigning illness, it seemed, was the only way
to be excused for an hour from one’s long list of To-do’s; with that
All greatly complicated by Christmas seeming to appear
twice every year.
At age 70, the truth
Is that when I ask if today is finally the Tuesday
we have plans to go out?
The answer will come that today is, in fact, Wednesday
And that that Tuesday actually passed me by last week,
leaving me to wonder, Where had I been then?
Was I to be really sure of where I was in this Now?
Hmmm…
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(c) sally young eslinger 1/24/23
5:00 a.m., Thanks be to God…
There was a naughty girl, and the naughty girl was she
She worked a crossword puzzle, while she had her cup of tea
Poured another cup, ......she should get up!
for chores and roll her sleeves
She had much work to do, but her good intentions flew
like feathers in a breeze
Instead of mops and brooms, she would sing a cheery tune...
while she danced around the room..
Sudsy dish pans full....but Mother Nature pulled
her to the sunshine for a stroll
Her bed unmade, her bills unpaid,
But instead she picked a daisy
Beneath a sunny sky
......she heard the lullaby
of the birds that sing on high
She had meals to cook
but would rather look
at the snowtop hills nearby
So much work undone, and the dinner?......NONE!
But she fed her soul instead!
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For Linda Marie's Contest "I Am Bored With _______
By Carrie Richards
Achieve greatness by running a race.
Break sound barriers- just go to outer space!
Climb a mountain to get a good workout.
Deliver a speech- you'll probably have to shout...
Earn some money by helping clean up.
Film a video where you put on makeup.
Graduate college, online, of course!!!
Hire for the future; build a great workforce!
Improvise a sketch and perform it for all.
Just watch a sad movie, and prepare to bawl.
Kidnap an animal, then keep it for yourself...
Laminate bookmarks and organize your bookshelf!
Make some yummy cookies, brownies, or a cake.
Nestle in; watch a show where all they do is bake.
Optimize your storage; start with the dresser...
Poke around a bit to find some hidden treasure!
Qualify for a job, or just peek at the website...
Read some poems; mine are sure to excite!!!
Sleep all day, then pull an all-nighter.
Take some time to become a songwriter!
Unfold some origami, and then fold it back again.
Vandalize something, if you can't, just plan when...
Wander around, and pretend you're mist.
X-out something on your bucket list.
Yammer on about your favorite subject.
Zip your zipper obsessively- jeez... are you occupied yet????
I am bored with Solitude
Don’t need no more of solitude
No need to walk alone
No need of blessings multitude
New Bessy please come home
To feed yourself in solitude
To bother not to care
Baked beans on toast the gratitude
Me dog does like em yair……(Aussie slang)
Motivate an move myself
To where a shiela lurks
To catch her eye the mission, else
It’s not going to work
Talk endless waffle to her then
Confuse her in my sight
Hypnotise her catch her once again
My eyes do hold her right
Don Johnson
Alone, bordeom creates devious, elemental fantasies. Giants' hands, jerky knives, leave moanig nmphys-opposing paladins quests rsign-stricen, tormented, useless; vicious warlocs, xenopus's ... *yawn*...ZZzzzz
Nowhere to go ... nothin' to do
Ended up here ... out of the blue,
Don't wanna stay, don't wanna go home
Takin' in the night air, writin' this poem.
Clearing up the mess in the kitchen, I feel bored by the stale familiarity of my chores
Live your life so that the priest won't get bored when he confesses you,
To have legends and songs of stars to listen to,
Stories in which each day is an adventure, every night a mystery,
And your soul, a canvas on which dreams dance freely.
Walk through the world as though it's an enchanted realm,
Where every crossroad hides a gateway to other worlds,
Every laugh is a spell that opens hearts,
And every tear, a precious pearl that lights the depths.
Love with the passion of the never-setting sun,
In your hearts, let the primordial fire burn,
Every love, a chapter written with the ink of the moon,
And every parting, a falling star that grants wishes.
Travel through the seasons as through the pages of a sacred book,
Spring to bloom your soul, summer to ignite your senses,
Autumn to gather the fruits of your thoughts, winter to purify your dreams,
Every step, a story, every breath, a song.
When you speak with the shepherd of souls,
Tell him about flights to unknown heavens,
About nights spent under the cloak of stars,
And about the dawns in which you were reborn from your own ashes.
Live your life in a carnival of colors, sounds, fragrances,
Leave behind memories that shine brighter than any treasure,
Let your life be a work of art that knows no end,
And when the time comes to leave the earth, let your story fly free,
In a universe where magic is the breath of every moment,
And where every spoken word adds a star to the celestial vault of eternity.