Best Ennui Poems

Disenchanted with ennui,
I want to my earth
To meet the sky,
To catch a falling star
Outside a ‘Monday thru Friday’
‘Nine to Five’ job,
But traffic on the eight eighty
Enshackles me in the tapestries of my mind.

Amnesia walks me through corridors of lice
Armed with coffee cups, the stock market...

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clinging to branches
some leaves with marmalade hue ~
                            abscission from host


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 JUN-JUN VILLANUEVA

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The bullish sun sat on your avant-garde tree
Growing on the baroque  poems of your dancing knee
The dilettante attributed it to the icy ennui
As elan had been in a holiday spree
I was very happy at the warm anomaly
It was indeed a deja vu for me
Amidst...

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Nor do I feel free
akin to noble savage 
(gratis to Jean Jacques Rousseau)  
completely unfettered, and able lee
to fend off unseen banshee,
comically swatting for all to see,

though today February Eighth,
2019 quite similar (i.e. dime
a dozen) to many previous twenty
four hour blocks of time,
herewith metering...

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"Ennui Sets In”

Whenever pen is placed
Between purloined phalanges,
When my mind unfolds and tears along the seams,
I know it’s time to move my thoughts,
Through the underground;
That dark crusty void
Of dreary dreams diminished,
Where loose hell raisers floss and shine,
Comb and spray,
As drowning voices backwash yesterday’s histrionics,
Dark-eyed winches...

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Flowers, delicate, serene flowers
Bah- 
Give me something with power!
Roar of fighting cats,
An eagle soaring toward prey,
A black cloud of vampire bats!

The happy, tinkling bells 
of a winter sleigh,
Nay-

Give me a wolf's prowling howl
A hurricane come to land!
The hyena eating a thing so foul,
Nature in the...

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Awakened by the melancholic melody of necessity,
Roused by contractual obligation,
Against darkness in endless adversity,
Evolved into a specie with night vision,
Subconsciously performed ritual dances,
Penance to restore consciousness,
Dispelling transient nocturnal trances,
Ubiquitous ambitions of emptiness. 

Following in the procession of drones,
An unwitting conscript to mammon’s army,
Incensed by the...

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A young man once reveled in whoredom
debauchery, drinking and wardom
then he got old
it has been told
he died then the cause of death boredom...

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Silent density has settled, 
Like an aural veil.
Ennui bores me with her hungry stare...
And I stare back.
Her contact is a barren performance.
A Goddess pulls at my strings, 
But I am music-less.
She will wait in blackness.
Vivacity will, again, pull tight in me, 
But until then, 
I will sit and submit...

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...inspired by 'A Cooking Egg' by T.S. Eliot

 
Ronaldo sprawled in luxury
across from where the spaniel lay,
he soldiered on with Mallarme
and, yawning, re-read Chapter One.

The Grandfather ticked ponderously,
there was no other sound in sight
except dear Josephine who plonked
and murdered dear Stravinsky's Rite.

Boredom was the day's...

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Ronaldo sprawled in luxury 
across from where the spaniel lay, 
pretending to read Mallarme 
and yawning, stuck in Chapter One. 
The Grandfather ticked heavily, 
there was no other sound in sight 
except dear Josephine who plonked 
and murdered dear Stravinsky's Rite. 

Boredom, and the day's...

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Small towns slowly awaken with the rising dawn
Methodic rhythms of routine move you along
A care-free track of vague irrelevance
The setting sun tucks your life away
Into carefully maintained homes
The town slows to a heartbeat
The night lulls you to sleep
With a final sigh
You start to dream
Perhaps of
Something
More

created...

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For no reason at all if our heart contracts,
enveloping us in an aura of gloom,
lost in ambedo trance, our presence reacts,
refuelling vibrations ushering doom,
so unless we're in possession of the facts,
we stifle innate bliss beats that yearn to zoom.
So where lie roots of depression, we...

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In the style of T.S. Eliot.


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Ronaldo sprawled in luxury 
across from where the spaniel lay, 
pretending to read Mallarme 
and yawning, stuck in Chapter One. 
The Grandfather ticked heavily, 
there was no other sound in...

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