Bored Poems

I’d Be Bored Too Wouldn’t You?

The rich and their money,
the rich and their caviar.

The rich and their parties,
the rich and their friends.

The rich and their polo shirts,
the rich and their tennis
matches.

The rich and their trust funds,
the rich and their mansions.

The rich and their cars,
the rich and their speedboats.

The rich and their engagements,
the rich and their affairs.

The rich and their absolutes,
the

A Poet Dies and is Bored with Heaven

I lounge about, walk about, crocking
a hymn of praise or two.

Heaven, is heavenly,
or is it a fake and fanciful heaven
created
for fanciful and fake poets?

I sit by a sweetly flowing stream'
a host of gay vividly colorful flowers
speak to me
in the high-falutin language
of antique songs.

It is wonderfully wonderful,
yet I am bored,
bored with the supranormal
and the ethereal nature

Bored tomcats

Care and love my tomcats from me desire,
As my neglect leaps from pan into fire.
They wait in silence till their patience tires.

Poor Pirate Polly

There once was a pirate who was bored
so she went for a walk and explored.
A patch on both eyes 
and no warning cries
she walked herself straight off of board.

A Simple Man

I haven't got a university degree,
My poems, are what I think, just me!
There are no meanings hidden in the words, what I write I hope makes the meaning clear,
They show my thoughts, my dreams and the things that I fear.

I listened to a poetry show, where people read out rambling poems, with hidden meanings and

Class

I sit in class with my thoughts on blast,
The paper in front is one of the last
I fidget with my pencil and remain outcast
And act oblivious to the obvious task.

The teacher walks around, reviewing each kid;
I remain unphased, and continue to stay hid
The teacher walks past, along the floor grid
I don’t peep a sound as

foolish things

I do foolish things
when I'm blue
when I'm sad
and missing you

I do foolish things
like dancing all night
foolish things
drinking everything in sight

foolish things
shopping til I drop
foolish things
somehow, I cannot stop

doing foolish things
when I'm blue
when I'm sad
and missing you

I do foolish things
watching ‘parks & rec' all night
foolish things
drinking coffee until daylight
foolish things
dragging friends on crazy romps
foolish things
somehow I

Bored with Nature

      Bored with nature, I spurned the gay meadow
        Stepped on ladybugs, swatted butterflies
      Turned my back on creation
        Complained of blue skies

      Scorned the sun’s

The Magical Nature

How much time will you be in room?
 Please come, play with us and bloom 
Behind the bars, there's a chirping bird,
 Sleeping still, have you not heard?

The gentle air through the breeze, 
Occuring from moving of trees
 Forests looking beautiful by its blow
 "Hey You, focus it's showing its glow".

Everybody likes the rain, 
And

Ode to Boredom Bliss

When boredom knocks upon your door,
Life can become a dreadful bore,
Don’t fret, don’t cry, don’t belie your eyes,
For creative magic within this boredom lies.

Your mind, stuck in idle neutral gear,
Begins to wander, from here to far and near.
It dreams up worlds of pure wild delight,
Where dreams make hay, and pigs take flight.

You start to hum

Making assumptions

Making assumptions
Said I’d get bored of you
How could I ever?…

A Bored Wife

Emotions are high
Feelings confusing
She heaves a cold sigh
Nervously choosing
A partner for life
And be a bored wife

Live your life so that the priest won't get bored when he confesses you

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

Lonely cab First Draft

Sitting in the passive seat
No one cares to even greet

Delicious kisses
Holding her hand
Having the best time
I never had
In the back of my cab

Memories never made
Coward in the driver's seat
Driving nowhere
Sometimes I wait
They sit and stare
Always late
First dates
Lonely old mates
Nail-biting hags
Giggity girls
Clinking bags
Wall Street wolves
I carry their luggage, in more ways than one
And think of all

Bored

Clearing up the mess in the kitchen, I feel bored by the stale familiarity of my chores

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