Doldrums Poems - Poems about Doldrums

Breaking, Escaping My Doldrums

Being in a rut is driving me nuts.
I feel trapped in this doldrums.
In my mind, I am screaming …
Please, somebody! Get me out!

Writing is hard, nothing comes to mind.
Going out is tough, even to the market.
All I do is read, transporting me to Boston,
and Vermont, the settings of the stories.

Need to write, but my muse

Doldrums

My world is oblique
Saturday, day of mourning
Read books in a week.

Doldrums of Death

Doldrums of death
Beat like drumrolls
That final breath
When the bell tolls

Doldrums of death
Shrouded in palls
Leads to Lethe
When the trump calls

Doldrums of death
Sound like headaches
Cry of Macbeth
When the cord* breaks

Doldrums of death
Stab like sharp spikes
Placing grave wreath
When the clock strikes



*silver cord 


19th April 2023

December Doldrums

December of life
When seems nigh, flesh fuming rife, 
Rebelling with mind
On life’s foggy end to find,
Mind still sharp if not like knife.
_______________________________
Tanka |06.12.2022| 
Poet’s note: The very first time in eight decades of my life this December I realized that my body, if not yet mind, is getting old, that the December of my life

Ho Hum, the Doldrums

Ho hum, the doldrums:
I twiddle my thumbs
and scratch my bum.
I bumble ‘round,
and when I’m done,
I murmur, mumble, humph and hum.

Ding-dong, the same old song:
I bang my drum
and clang my gong;
I even brought
my bell along.
Tinkle, ting, naw, that’s just wrong.

Tick tock, flip flop
My brain is oozing
gloopy glop.
That metered click:
where is my glock?
Bang! that clock and make

Winter Doldrums Again

I am slipping into winter doldrums again,
Though I know spring will soon appear
I long for blue skies and flowers to remain,
I am slipping into winter doldrums again
Give me the joys of a warm spring rain
I yearn for spring and summer all year
I am slipping into winter doldrums again,
Though I know spring will soon appear.

Written March

It's Tough Being a Dodger Fan

A baseball team hard to follow
Failures really tough to swallow
Many problems from stem to stern
Fans' frustration in a slow burn
Managers don't know what to do
To get the Dodgers out of the blues
Too close to Hollywood it would seem
Many distractions bad for a team

Ahead by eight games in '62
Seemed just too good to be true
Sandy Koufax

Haiku For No Reason

no cell phone service
in most of the universe
may make you nervous

original sin
where building of guilt begins
doubts start to creep in

autonomy should
not require lobotomy
only common sense

factoring our roles
finding poverty of soul
digs very deep holes

claim open season
for attacks upon reason
let's untruth sneak in

based on pure meanness
or simple inconvenience
words come between us

a haiku a day
may chase the doldrums

The Doldrums

Blend into a state of nothingness within a yawn
forgetting to remember and beyond
Slip into a drip floating through a stream
being META is now everything
Please the senses while the brain is numb
all the knowledge while becoming dumb
Locked into a world that does not exist
reality forfeited for an emotional lift
Why real when fake is better
signature is DNA

Holiday Doldrums

The holidays come so fast, then gone,
scarce time to enjoy just the moment.
Family waves ‘hello’ and ‘so long’
as they revel in that bestowment.
Hugs and kisses are memories’ song.

Days in rare flashes of time, standstill,
pass slowly before the Winter end.
Where are those days of gracious thrill,
of visits with family and friend?
Lost now–releasing a cold crisp chill.

Years

Summer Doldrums

Long days drag deep, test 
me to my bones; they hurt too.
Still, the flowers bloom.

The Doldrums

The Doldrums of 2020

Hullabaloo, nothing to do.
the doldrums latch on to you. 
Rickity dink, slippery slimy slue.

We scheme, we plot, we fold and cry a lot ! ! ! !
We fan, we plan, exhausted, but not an also ran,
We heap accolades upon tarnished shards of hope.
Yet find our very best advice lies in
a good hot

The Doldrums

The Doldrums of 2020

Hullabaloo, nothing to do.
the doldrums latch on to you. 
Rickity dink, slippery slimy slue.

We scheme, we plot, we fold and cry a lot ! ! ! !
We fan, we plan, exhausted, but not an also ran,
We heap accolades upon tarnished shards of hope.
Yet find our very best advice lies in
a good hot

The Doldrums

The Doldrums of 2020

Hullabaloo, nothing to do.
the doldrums latch on to you. 
Rickity dink, slippery slimy slue.

We scheme, we plot, we fold and cry a lot ! ! ! !
We fan, we plan, exhausted, but not an also ran,
We heap accolades upon tarnished shards of hope.
Yet find our very best advice lies in
a good hot

Doldrums

South of the islands

a seven hundred miles stretch,

is an area,

where fair winds are not given

a fair chance to work its charms.


Date: 09/04/2019

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