Best Tediousness Poems

Dark hour of morning green and jealous sun.
Flag’s red, white, and blue leans over the porch.

Oak branches, bored, and skeleton but wood.
The leaves too still,...

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After wishing me a good morning, he said that it was all set,
It was time to raze the house, even though I wasn't in debt!

But...

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"I have dug my way out the ground with palm and fist many times- my whole life has been one burial after another; I will...

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TENDERNESS.

On tentative waves of tenderness
We would go forward in attendance
Where softness in the dawn counts
Some flirtation of sunshine after dark.

Today the journey is short
Beyond tediousness...

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From sunrise in the morning, to sunset at night,
concerning knowledge, I have an insatiable appetite.
For the body and soul, there is ambrosia in a bowl.
Generous...

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I hid
Bricks formed into a patchwork ochre cuboid
The planet 
One side in unforgiving chill 
And the other
        ...

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This tediousness of life and all
LIFE: that sinful lady
who gambols and whips her watery gown
and whispers those most secret secrets
whose cosmic kiss dances so infinitesimally...

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Can’t Stand It Anymore

Something’s wrong
Oh, it’s you…

I dislike your choices of what to wear today
I am put off by that complexion
I cannot stand that way...

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Evening in Paradise 
Evening in the village it is about nine o’clock nothing on TV except 
men in nice suits and cuff links talking about...

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I feel like a Revenant of my former self
I'm lost to all, lost to my heart and soul
And yet I linger on

Unwanted by heaven or...

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The Bug
Is Love a compulsion, the sudden idea that this person,
no others, will meet all your need and make you happy.
It is a moment, falling...

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The sober drunk

He woke up early, had fallen asleep when drunk
now, he was sober trembling hands and blurred vision 
full of self-loathing; what happened once,...

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Voyaging 

The high seas and the battle for a meaning
of life, not on a ship that runs on routine.
The Panama Canal, have I been there...

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I muddle through the day
like an old tire being
dragged out of a muddy pond.

Words and days come and go -
an expression fumbles 
out of my...

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The none affair

The celebration ran into a Dogger bank that had 
been trawled of fishy life and turned into windblown sand
of the endlessly repeated.
Take-away food...

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