Best Procrastination Poems
Skimming through paragraphs,
I seem to stretch time and shrink my attention
Underlining words I can't grasp
With my limited span of concentration,
Creating art I can't explain
Stick men and asymmetrical shapes,
Spiralling into mazes and dotted lines
Lost in an alphabet jungle.
Encircling page numbers,
Decorating the margins with unflattering flowers,
Marking pages with , blue, pink, fluorescent ink, washing them dry
And awfully bright, missing out on the 'fatality rate' mentioned.
Little wings sprouting from a wavering mind, flying away from topics of discussion.
Dragging my imaginary feet across events in memory;
faces and voices muffled and in disarray
Eyes still glued to statistics and rates,
But seeing ten thousand flickery lights ;
dreams of glitter and starry nights.
Thoughts then seem like little bubbles,
helping me procrastinate much longer.
A finger snap would sound like a rifle shot at this point,
Shattering the world I made,
And awareness rising from rubbles,
Would speak for itself, about things I cannot evade.
I’m thinking about thinking about retiring
Not sure when that will be
I know I need to make a change
I’ll do it soon, you’ll see
I’m thinking about thinking about moving
To a warm place by the sea
Guess I’ll do that another day
It’s dinnertime for me
I’m thinking about thinking about everything
That I have to do
I suppose that I could start right now
But…I’m off to the zoo
Mirror mirror on the wall
Please tell me why I always fall
When I try to do something that will build me up
Then suddenly lose motivation and zeal for it all
So many pursuits were met halfway
I tried to learn skills but procrastination domes my way
Or suddenly I'm swamped with other responsibilities
And when I'm ready to go back, people have already gone far
When I look at my reflection what I see
Is a failing hypocrite starting back at me
People think I'm so smart and so put together
They don't know what burns underneath my sweater
I wish I could be easier on myself
And take things one step at a time
But with the way things are going
I can only feel peace with God by my side
There is a hammer on my keyboard
Taking me hostage
Reminding me of something I wanted to do
Yesterday but did not get around to it
I stare at it, and glare at it,
Angry beyond belief.
That I kept saying I wanted to
hang those sixty-five canvases,
and yet, there they are, not one hung up.
The mean hammer has been
Thrown across the room now,
It no longer bothers us,
My gloating keyboard and me.
Two days before the test I sat enthralled;
My novel was for pleasure, not the test.
I had two days, why should I study yet?
With just three chapters left, I’d read the rest.
I put it off, and read the next day too,
Avoiding thoughts that said it was not right.
But when I went to school next day I found
I failed because of how I’d spent my night.
The next test came, and I was well prepared;
I did not read, instead I studied well.
I made it my priority to learn,
And when I did, I found I could excel.
Work hard, prioritize, and see it through,
Be diligent in everything you do.
Procrastination Is the Thief of Time
By Elton Camp
I’ve been intending to write this poem for a while
It’s been over a year, so I decided to give it a trial
The title I am pretty sure that I have plagiarized
Didn’t take time to check, so I can’t be surprised
A book of rhyming words I fully intended to buy
Kept delaying, so without it I’ll go ahead and try
But I find that, in writing, far too long I did delay
Now I have totally forgotten what I meant to say
A tense mind, forsaking abilities
Days passed can not be recovered
The suffering brought upon, by choice
Fear arisen at the thought of the inevitable
I scorn at my sight; their pride, mistaken.
Excuses granting an escape, to relinquish
Forces I seek, to deny that which could have been
Regret masked, by an expression unseen
A promise to change, unmet by time's progress
Lies spoken; their trust, misplaced.
A resolve is thought, a distraction is discovered
A minute becomes an hour, an hour, a day
The effort becomes insuperable - the load does burden
To find others, does alleviate
A sleepless night, my own cause; perseverance, they presume.
An unsteady hand, prepares notes anew
Legibility is minimal, as panic progresses
Absorption is improbable - an attempt at redemption, in vain
Expletives remembered, relevant now
A head that aches; difficulty, they concede.
Eyes wake, pleading for rest
A disheveled appearance, hides no worry
The many lines crammed, indistinguishable
A dire situation, chiseling a cheat
Failure admitted; their forgiveness, undeserving.
To do
Or not to do?
Tomorrow is next day
I promise I will do it then
That's when!
Surplus Kirby’s dance
Computer screens digest your time
And spit out Kirby’s.
This girl next to me
Likes writing concrete poems
(I am wasting time).
Reds turn slowly blue
Leaves disintegrate to snow
Fall turns to winter.
Me, Myself and I
One day Me, Myself, and I thought about conquering
the world.
Me, wanted to get a map and start immediately.
Myself, wondered if we should go to a Travel Agent.
I, thought he'd think about it later.
Me, Myself and I wanted to learn to ski..
Me wanted to buy skies right away,
Myself wanted to wait for a discount sale..
I, thought sledding might be the better alternative.
The trio decided to get "healthy".
Me wanted to join a gym and work out.
Myself thought a walk in the park would suffice.
I swore to give up give up Starbucks Mocha-Late-
Calorie What-evers... next week.
Me, Myself and I went back to bed and thought of
Scarlet O'Hara. We'll think about all that stuff
tomorrow..or next week.
This poem is not written by me. It is written by a 12 year old
student who has writers in her family. I'm just the teacher.
Recipe
Start by pouring a pound of Netflix in a bowl
Add a sprinkle of marshmallows
Place one phone into the bowl
Please note, the phone must have Snapchat
Stir slowly
In another bowl
Mix a bushel of homework
Let that sit and rise
Drizzle chores on top
Stir cautiously
Mix together roughly
On a cookie sheet
place down one screwed child
Remember how you spent
half An hour
calculating It would be wetter
walking Not cycling
double underlined It
theN
Got the bus home
Call a spade a spade
Leave to cut to blade
So to have a better shape
Ears should hear
Take action and beware
Procrastination's a
disease
Grab your copy before that only compatible one gets sold
Regret comes when beauty gets old
Life gets aged
As minutes fade
Life's beautiful
Only when it's meaningful
with riches so bountiful
To enjoy man's enemy....
You just have to call a
spade a spade
And leave a waste to
waste
There once was a person named James
Who really can’t stop playing games
He played too much
Left his homework untouched
So James’ marks went down in flames
The A to P of Change Procrastination to Adventure
Answers to be found to questions unknown must arise from new
Bold novel beginnings revisions contemplation reflections and prisms
Can manage to challenge unearth previously untrodden pastures
Diminish confusing conflicts depression mood swings all our schisms
Encompass what portrays and enlightens where we once had no clue
Forego all those doubts uncertainties mistrusts dithering divisions
Grafting and crafting embracing in gratitude those many disasters
Heralds art works in person and paper defies discards rephrases indecisions
In faith change and purposive interrogation we might well eschew
Jumbled controversies intercept trapdoors pitfalls mindless perditions
Kaleidoscopic mixed and matching compositions not necessarily faster
Lie within us so obviously they require manifold repertoires of renditions
Much hard work is needed in our strife but reward looms where credit is due
No more of that past nonsense routine inculcated intrusive narrow opposition
Obfuscations of sanity health revival if we desire to become our own master
Perfused with loving kindness honesty less traditional re-calibrated new mission
02nd August 2016-09-01
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