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, no breath of life, no sigh.

M a h o g a n y - s a t u r a...

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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 they wanted to build a big highway, exactly in this spot,
Like a beaver zealously builds his dam, by any means...

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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 find my way out of you just fine."
--rupi kaur



no one will steal my dignity...
      ...

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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 of mordent expressions
Resting in the airs like some sovereign sounds
Crossing thresholds of the neglected lessers.

Stone statues allured by the shades
Clad...

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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 servings have me attaining my goal.
Progressive thought, both systematic and arbitrary,
have all of my faculties in solidarity.
I must not succumb...

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

I hid
To avoid a swollen...

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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 close to the eardrum
but never encounter

How it all bores me
this whining, day-to-day existence of nihility
forever to hopelessly and helplessly wander...

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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 you stand
With that superior air about you
I really can’t accept that way you giggle like it was a joke

I strongly...

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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 the economy, they all 
are experts yet disagree about everything banging hands on table, 
getting red faced and angry, so...

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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 hell
Left here to finish my business

But yet there is nothing for me here
I am bored with this existence
Its tediousness tires...

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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 in love only happens once when
 you are among the blessed and anointed by the gods.
For some, the illusion lasts...

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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, he had been
a little boy in the Vatican and bathed in Fonte Aguiar
that’s what his mother said, and knew it...

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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 once
not sure, I vaguely remember a tank ship
 pulled by trains; I might be erroneous.
A miniature community of lost people
changing...

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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 mouth.
Just another day of tediousness 
and exaggerations.

I would ask you to come
with me but I know
you'd never go back
to Idaho...

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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 and Portuguese soap triteness was 
the name of the monotony. 
Red-eyed by watching tediousness in action, time for bed
hoping a...

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