Boredom Poems - Poems about Boredom

Written: April 30, 2025, for a contest by Brian Strand ******************* blow out a ...

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Looking for something to brighten my day Want to run off and play Preferably free but willing to pay Something to take me away Want to feel happy and gay Maybe have some tea at the local café Attend an event that is underway Some candy and a flower bouquet Eat my full at a delicious buffet Somewhere quiet I can lay Go for a...

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Wisdom was bored, so she left heaven’s serenity Yaldabaoth was bored, so he formed the world we see Saklas was bored, so he moulded man like you and me Samael was bored, so he taught man silver and money Man was bored, so he worshiped this blind deity Through this boredom, we forgot heaven’s serenity Through boredom,...

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Boredom. B O R E D O M! It encompasses the brain and swallows it up. Your vision becomes altered, you imagination takes control and the world becomes an unmanageable mountain of wet clay. Unable to be delt with, the boredom lies heavy over your body restricting you of any logical function. T.V. commercials have newly discovered depth, and Pop...

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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...

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I sat in restless chairs I breathed stilted air what feeling compares with feeling squandered? I’m not sadfishing, I was bored in a 5-star hotel. I’d swum the Atlantic - in the underground pool and I felt like I was marinating in boredom. It was as if the loudest thing in our suite was the sound of my eyelashes flapping up and down. I wasn’t...

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these carnal desires will see me expire inseperately stained from this foul game of avoiding the smallest pricks of pain, growing rage for making me play with these machinations inside my brain, artificial aspirations alienate the cause and effect, misdirect these things we call laws it's so flawed, I can't move on I'm weighed down...

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“If you actually succeed in creating a utopia, you’ve created a world without conflict in which everything is perfect. And if there is no conflict, there are no stories worth telling – or reading” ~ Veronica Roth How boring could Utopia be if we all did agree, and if perfection is all we see? That’s not a place I want...

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The ballast of our Thursday afternoon in the countryside lays distilled in your face. Yawning like a cow in pasture eating sweet grass your words flatten the moment. Having no capacity of knowing what you might see in an endless sky you have seemingly died from boredom. Your small dreams have squandered the butterfly’s wings pathetically flapping ‘us’ into a Prantic trance, We lay...

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life is so plain Jane living to work -overworked where's spontaneous...

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Straight lines, sepia The suppression of unwanted thoughts Like time spent in sensory deprivation Time spent in a droning room Under sterile light hums, practically drooling The vacuum of most moments As standard as cinder blocks Punctuated by things so washed out, they'd pass as monochrome Blobs moving by on the way to unimportancees Stagnancy, cave drips, supermarket music, traffic Grey meat, mushy greens, halfway...

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They trudged through the side entrance past the wall of Pepsi products down the aisle between beauty aids and bedding, passing stacks of toilet paper ‘As Seen on TV’ and sporting goods deeper into the insatiable appetite of American consumerism They entered through the door marked DO NOT ENTER! climbed the stairs to exchange their freedom for a badge number and a pricing gun to trade their...

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Languor, an idle mind’s self-induced rot When meanings and motivations vanish, Wants no more, nor wishes, whys nor yet what, Not so kindles mind whose fires extinguish. The doom of not-what-so-happens descends To idle mind, no sin seems so evil As to be forbidden. A rare soul stands Up to turn creative by utter will. An oasis of green thoughts in desert That commands...

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A fetid fruit of tedious listless life Ye seldom troubled at the dawn of time, But under today’s skies ye prevail rife And plague many poor souls in pink of prime. If thy hoary hist’ry offers fair hint, Ye look no old— a few young centuries, But brisk ye now march as if life is sprint, Look at thy...

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