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Tedious Words

Often words can be so tedious
They run around me
Screaming and yelling
Clinging to my skirt
My head carelessly
Blowing a thousand voices
In a kaleidoscope of sounds
While others wait
In a silent herd.
With no other ambition
Receiving affection


Written: January 14, 2023

Categories: tedious, analogy, words,
Form: Free verse

Honey, I Am a Child

I am still a child
The world is yet undefined
Life sometimes feels tedious
Then I look at you
Are you any better than me?
Do you hold the answers I seek?
Do you hold the answers you seek?
Because if we are both like me
Honey, aren't we broken?
I want to hold onto you
If only to chase some idea that I hope

Categories: tedious, cry, dedication, feelings, friendship
Form: Verse

Tedious Season

Tedious season
This spiky summer is ready to leave slowly
for the snow-covered mountain retreat.
 It has to adorn its weird clothes with maples 
and cross the chilly river on the way. 
I wish the stream is many fathoms deep 
and to meet the following easier summer.

Categories: tedious, 2nd grade, seasons,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

A Tedious Fight

As I stood chest deep in my waders 
On the river's edge, I fish 
I cast my line with perfection into the holes of glory 
The holes that bear the mighty rainbow's 
Cast after cast...I await the stoppage of my float 
Any false movement in it's flow is a hungry fish; usually 
My professionalism and

Categories: tedious, fishing,
Form: Verse

Texting Is Totally Tedious

What about Monday?
Not this week?
Tuesday and Wednesday might work.
Tuesday at 4, but you have to be back by 4:30.

Sure. Shopping always takes me less than 30 minutes
Not counting drive time.
Thursday? No. She has track.
What about Jeremiah? He cannot be first. 

Oh, yes, we promised her first dibs.
What about today? I text back. “This afternoon.”
“I will

Categories: tedious, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse

Think Work Was Tedious

Think Work Was Tedious

Politicians think their work is tedious,
And face looks are becoming hideous,
Not knowing next what we will receive,
Proper place for ourselves to relieve,
No wonder we are highly suspicious.

While we were suspicious could
also become capricious.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Categories: tedious, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick

Tedious Triolet

I think I’ll write a triolet
With tedious repeated lines
Can’t think of unique words today 
I think I’ll write a triolet
I find them banal anyway
To me their formation confines
I think I’ll write a triolet
With tedious repeated lines



3rd June 2016

Categories: tedious, humorous, poetry,
Form: Triolet

A Not So Quick Rant On This Tedious Life

This tediousness of life and all
LIFE: that sinful lady
who gambols and whips her watery gown
and whispers those most secret secrets
whose cosmic kiss dances so infinitesimally close to the eardrum
but never encounter

How it all bores me
this whining, day-to-day existence of nihility
forever to hopelessly and helplessly wander this whispering life
a trivial splatter
an insignificant speck upon the all

Categories: tedious, deep, life, loneliness, society,
Form: I do not know?

Tedious Flames

I used to be a zippo 
with a wondrous flame, 
mesmerizing many men 
mending my path to fame. 
  
But with every flip and every trick 
my liquid flame trickled slowly away. 
Hinges would break with every shake, 
day and day after day. 
  
Now my own precious fluid  
is nearly depleted.

Categories: tedious, death, faith, growing up,
Form: Personification

It Gets Tedious Trying To Teach You Half-Wit Poets How To Write Something of Substance

SANK---SHOE----ARY

One evening I sank into a sanctuary
I wasn't lonely although i was alone
I once visited a maudlin mortuary
and it made me wish i were nothing but bone

no flesh to sweat nor tears to shed
just my body in a coffin forged of brass
i'm not certain why I had a wish to be dead
perhaps I was tired

Categories: tedious, children,
Form: Quatrain

Not a Tedious Night In December

Not a tedious night in December,
our kisses, like fire, burn forever;
there may be no stars,
no warm, scented breezes...
only the whitest snowflakes
falling before our erotic eyes. 


Underneath these transparent sheets,
silence can hear our fast heartbeats;
the window is shut,
but the view is hot
as trees gleam in the thick snow,
and a lonely shallow
stays behind to watch
winter's beauty unfold

Categories: tedious, passion, romance, night, night,
Form: Rhyme