Short Bored Poems
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it is such as shame
when 'it's all the same to you'
for same is tame, lame
when I want to play the game
two-up in a frame aflame
there is no such thing
your mind is an open book
full of promises
reading, writing, math
cooking, cleaning, coloring
there's so much to do
Nowhere to go ... nothin' to do
Ended up here ... out of the blue,
Don't wanna stay, don't wanna go home
Takin' in the night air, writin' this poem.
I tried being bored once,
I fell asleep
and dreamt that I was bored.
I am feeling bored,
Like a toad.
Can't stop being lazy,
When I love to be clumsy.
Guess I will just complete my work and reduce the load.
20/7/22
Emotions are high
Feelings confusing
She heaves a cold sigh
Nervously choosing
A partner for life
And be a bored wife
Care and love my tomcats from me desire,
As my neglect leaps from pan into fire.
They wait in silence till their patience tires.
I
Back home, I walk watering plants
Look to the hills, lifted up by His Hand
Busy painting another make-believe land
The hills, whence Help all evil supplants
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.
gloom drags me into the blueness of
boredom since you've been gone
and i don't see how i'll ever snap out of it
POTD October 13, 2022
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The time of the clock,
The ships are in the dock,
The whistle of the wind,
Through the haughty tamarind,
Now I can’t think ‘cause it’s summer, don’t mock.
06/09/2020
My smell and gramma chequer have seized were king
So my peoms awe full off miss takes
Hope hubby sore **** tout wen hee wakes
Fiction Peom
7/15/18
The game of chess
truly bores me
Enough time between moves
for a dip in the sea
There's one more game
that drives me up trees
Time it with a calendar
Its name ~ 'Monopoly'
Trump Was Bored
Oh my goodness as well as Lord
Can you imagine Trump being bored
Found chick heavenly as can be
Then continued on with two or three
Always had enough money to afford.
Jim Horn
Grew Tired and Bored
Grew tired and bored how things had been,
And we wanted to start them all over again;
See some change;
Things re-arrange;
What we did was let a new political party in.
Jim Horn
Alone, bordeom creates devious, elemental fantasies. Giants' hands, jerky knives, leave moanig nmphys-opposing paladins quests rsign-stricen, tormented, useless; vicious warlocs, xenopus's ... *yawn*...ZZzzzz
Chairman of the Bored 13
life can be a bore
…if you snore...
live and don’t ignore.
5/3/5
Syllables
June.15.2018
MagiCicada 13
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
Zibbity Zabbity.
Zoomity Zoo.
I'm Bill Cosby.
How about you?
I took my meds.
Without any food.
And now I'm kooky.
I'm not a dude.
This poem is stupid.
It's not even a poem.
I'm eating a sandwich.
on a bagel.
The end.
Limerick: Once a gay Roman bored Emperor
Once a gay Roman bored Emperor
Sailed Near East as great Conqueror
Queen there married brother
Was this a great bother?
He married Queen to have the Other!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Sitting in class bored
The teacher is writing an unending problem on the chalk board
People playing pranks
Throwing lunch hours' green franks
Cell phones are ringing
Birds outside singing
Starring in space
A class room out of place
Bored
My friend is not with me:
Absence of his glottis meal.
Even my intestine protested,
Turning over the food presented.
The spitting cloud,
Did pierce my feelings with its paw.
I tried to fathom what caused
this,then i find out that i'm bored.
Bored today
Will tomorrow be be fun
I got to find this way
Sitting around mind wondering
Day dreaming
Excitement is what I need
Today I want to be freed
Enjoy every minute
For the next day will be good
Soon you'll see
All will all be understood
Rocking slowly
A rattan armchair
Tired body
Eyes pinning at the ceiling
Blank
No lizards
No beetles
Bored and alone
Mind loose
Eyes dimming
On the past
Fading away
At last eyes closed
For the present
For a short nap
And a better tomorrow
Through the fog of tedium
My thoughts turn to you
You dusky seductress
Wrapped in silver sheets
Waiting to melt at my lips
I cannot resist your call
Though you lead me
to this fattened state
I’ll readily accept my fate
I’m yours oh perfect chocolate
I went to Manhattan cause I was bored,
And it is there, I met a man, sweet Lord;
Oh gosh, he was enchanting,
And soon he had me panting;
And adored, my word, bored has a reward.
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December 28, 2015
Limerick
~ Not For Contest ~