Short Idleness Poems
Short Idleness Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Idleness by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Idleness by length and keyword.
Nothing found
Nothing gained
Nothing verntured
Nothing sane
Nothing more
Nothing less
Nothing forming
Nothing Bess
What hardship
Is joblessness?
Soul searching endlessly
Roving depth in height
Beasting and feasting
On treacherous quagmire
bread of idleness,
sweet wine of busy-bodies
for companionship
awhile, but what have I done?
--a stray dog roams the city
In a wintry-like night,
When I go beyond my life
And moments of being motionless,
I lie down beside,
Drinking tea with my wife,
Just to get rid of Idleness!
Legend is a philosopher,
Engaged in metaphysical thoughts.
Gains nothing from idleness,
Enjoys reading and praying.
Never make him angry,
Dent not his heart with betrayal.
a gift I share is
idleness a gift for you
I superimpose
classroom back sitters
find futures as beautician
or divorce lawyer
front pews church sitters
best view observers also
judge of character
work
doesn't
kill
anyone
idleness
does
if you don't have work to do,
to have productive leisure,
while you rest,
peel potatoes, or break rocks.
cut logs for the fire...
you will live happily your whole life...!
Where is boredom born?
Where is it from?
Not from without does it plague us
From within beats its incessant drum
Nurtured on idleness
Distilled in weariness' flask
Boredom attacks without mercy
Wearing myriad masks
Inside its host it fed.
lurking and undetected,
Yet blind to the fever of its creation.
Instigating incidentally,
It mustn’t prompt its fruit,
As mutation granted its idleness.
Upon which does blame lie
the fever,
Or the hunger?
An un-lonely loneliness
separates the breezes
as they search for each other.
The kayak paddle stirs
a fading wake
consumed.
A silence forms
as egrets, fawns
and idleness
conjoin.
©12/3/2022
Journey without movement Poetry Contest
Study to merge the Word into the life
Converse and admit our sins
Consceince cringe when idleness seeps into me
Spirit draw your souls to obedience
Chanty round through our hearts
The words of our lord
That we will answer all in due season.
Idleness corrupts mind empty,
dragged by devil to ditch of sin.
With virtuous life get busy,
divine treasure of bliss you’ll win.
________________
July 7, 2022
Syllable count : 8 per line (HMS)
Contest : Sin Of Sloth
Sponsored by : Margarita Lillico
sunlight pours
through the trees -
I stand to watch
as light kaleidoscopes
through branches,
filtered through leaves
a cloudless sky
mirrors
my unfogged mind
I see -
one of those rare days
where I glide
through life’s medium,
inured to the passing of time
apathy grows, dread heavy in the heart
laziness lingers on the spirit’s light
sluggishness gestures - cloudy, dimming hope
idleness, lethargy, dark shadow’s plight
Sin of Sloth Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
July 9, 2022
Introspective indecisiveness
Ignoring ideal intricacies
Intelligent indigents ignoring ideas in idleness
Sage sensuous silliness
Soaring significantly succinctly, sassily
Sashaying sensitively scoring sensibilities savagely
Words winging wildly
Wildflowers writing winged words.
It's the time
when the pen
doesn't move,
it just
stays stagnent.
You have
no inspiration,
no Muse
& you
wonder if
this is it,
is the joy
ride over?
Will you
have to return
to a lackluster existence
where you
don't compose,
just go about
your functions
with no
life at all.
The Sweltering heat exhibits me to lethargy
Lying under cooler I sup juice for energy
Without going out to play:
I feel like dipping in bay
Wish to swim along with my lover in synergy.
3-6-2020
~DEEPA~
4th place in the Contest.
Note: The Summer laziness poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mohan Chutani
Let not rash ejections of the mind
Blind thee of rational occasions
For idleness renders you unhappy
Yield not to whims
Nor be rash
Restrain ridiculous mentality
For it is thee mind
That makes thee truth
Remain or disappear
Yield not to prejudice
Yield not to succumb
Uneasy and insipid constraints
Shall not render me
My Dignity and Integrity
He is more than idle,
Idleness his Idol;
A sloth without bridle,
Along sidewalks sidle …
Now begun to languish
And had been in Anguish;
You can guess: Empty Tank!
His heart this morning sank;
Why won’t it in basement
For a rump on pavement?
A human to demote
Or send to camps remote;
One I would never quote
Nor in election vote.
There is dust, cobwebs, and all sorts of debris.
Years of idleness have resulted in this scene.
That is the inside of this dilapidated house I see.
I don’t know if I will ever get it clean.
This is an English quintain I’ve written for Francine.
written 3-08-12 for Francine's "Cobwebs and Dust" contest. Cobwebs and dust theme used.
Pssst Got a Minute?
By: Tom Wright
9/21/01
So inconsequential, our minutes may seem,
They're given to idleness, and oft to daydream.
Rarely do we consider, that increments in time,
When linked with others, make a life sublime.
So allocate time wisely, giving to God each day,
For time is too precious, to let slip away.
On the road I try each guise,
Today I’ll meet them with new eyes.
Life has left me time to spare,
I bring some idleness to share.
Some may perish in this flame,
I live on gladly, all the same.
A boundless show, yet sweet refrain,
Their voice keeps singing out my name.
Are these feelings just in vain?
Still alone, to them I wend my way again.
when I
a rock-chucking stick-slasher
patch-monger
was
there was a waterless
well
where we would await sprites and goblins in ambush
shoe-lace lariats
piles of rock for cannonade
this and all all the angels
at bay
for there is nothing gay grisly meaner than
restless
idleness
caked with efflorescing dandelions
raging raiding sun
Hit return or hit the gas; either way will do.
Unrelenting is the mantra that I've subscribed to.
Racing every moment, even during sandman’s quest.
Really, I’m not kidding; day and night I feel so pressed!
Idleness deceives me behind his simple mask
Exactly what was my goal when starting out this task?
Deliver me to a real life; that is all I have to ask.
Of the things we abhor
We should not add a whore.
You can one give a store
To build with a strength raw
And - Yes - urge to make core
A trade which cleans The Sore:
The world show A New Floor
On which no trash she'll pour:
New space, new floor, New Door...
Of the things whores abhor
They should eschew labor:
Commerce not think A Bore,
Idleness not harbour.