Tediously Poems | Examples

Esse

[I work at an office,
with a fixed salary
to feed a family:
without a denial to hardwork
I work tediously
my little ones attend school routinely,
We solely wish necessities
neither comforts nor luxuries]. 

Dear me! I desire if it was true
but fellow humankind treat us erroneously.
It's arctic outside.
we wander the streets in austerity,
in rags; all cold and hungry
I implore the privileged for aid
but all futile,
The men of wealth treat us indifferently.

Now my words of present describe my past,
no more cold or hungry we are;
hostility of mankind is yet more painful
than slow death to starvation,
My family and I are long gone by
Oh mankind! a little help would have sufficed.

Making Mask, Instead

On the flower petals of the blooming faces,
flutter the patina of chromatic luscious lips,
gracefully painted with alluring shades of lipstick,
the attraction amplified by the dazzling smile. 

In the women’s winsome world of enticement
many things stay tediously the same unalterable,
but the colors of the lips is an option of change,
they all strive to try in various charming hues.

Realizing it’s a large fashion market worldwide,
I set up a modest factory rolling out array of lipsticks,
not competing with the products of L’Oreal or the like,
my business started booming, soaring to new heights.

But then comes the virulent corona virus from the blue,
making lipsticks for the masked lips rather redundant. 
No takers, I have to close down my factory where now
I am making mask to survive in these difficult times.


May 16, 2020

Silhouette

A hundred times too many,
I'd done it before.
Only thing is that :
I couldn't take any more.
I was always told that ,
"Pride comes before the fall."
I couldn't even go on .
Let alone stand tall so I could fall.

Now my destiny's linked to the stars,
But its not astronomical.
Unlike others:
I'm propelled forward by the pain and scars.
Long ago my life stopped being logical.
My outlook on life's no longer lackadaisical.

I was a child of light before,
But I got hit by wave after wave,
Of darkness !
While I stood on this shore.
That's when the idea flickered to life,
Then Died !
"It's time to join what's drowning me,"
"For sure"

I am now a fraction of what I was before.
It's not the true me...
Or so I was told
Human intuition told me, 
"Make fire when it's cold"
So I enkindled dreams and ambition to drive me
To get rid of the me of old

Now I shuffle through the shadows .
I'm a shade-shrouded silhouette of my true being.
I don't know how I've pushed on this long,
As time tediously ticked on !

Away

Nightly the familiar march,
sunset suffused with dawn.
Crushed the moments in between.
Neither praised nor cursed but
merely lost amid their myriad kin
and dreadfully forgotten.

Misplaced lives amid unreckoned days—
for sale by merchants of expired skill
who barter time and wrest unseemly bargains,
their words aligned with porous deeds,
maintained throughout in darkness
yet crumbling from within, seamy side disclosed

Frightful that our nobler minds 
must daily banish all the fetid rancor 
those in power tediously summon 
from nether cursed realm that they purvey, 
absent notice or concern 
for those they step upon and maim. 

Have you heard the cries of innocence
of all earth’s precious life?
Won’t you join me now outside, 
as once again the light of day is stolen,
and ponder all the vast but unseen 
intellect that permeates the sky?

The speed of thought is infinite 
and fills the boundless depths of space. 
To all the guardians of infinity 
I nightly urge my fervent aspiration—
And hold aloft a sign of just one word,
and that word is AWAY.

Tediously Undignified

You cannot take from me
that which I have yet to discover
Although I walk upon a crumbling wall
it is you who fortified my ignorance
Witness my strength grow exponentially 
as I venture further beyond your reach
All that you are has become tedious 
I have discovered my own significance
My indifference somehow diminishes you
and your response is less than dignified 


December 12, 2016


For Laura Loo's Quote II contest.

The Informed Voter

Oxymoron of the day: Politically Correct

“Hi, I’m Carl Palmer and I approve of this poem.”


The Informed Voter

Donald Trump called, knew my name,
called me Carl, left a message, I wasn’t home.
Hillary Clinton called, knew my name, called
me Carl, left a message, I wasn’t home, darn.

Excited that so many candidates want my vote
who sent me mail, filled my box, I read it all.
Thrilled my yard is decorated with free signs
from both democrat and that other party as well.

Befuddled am I by the newspaper articles and letters 
to the editor changing my mind over and again,
confused by the television ad contradicting the
commercial just aired by the opposing opponent.

Tediously taking notes while listening to talk radio
refuting facts from previous pundits interrupted
by my ever ringing doorbell announcing another
concerned citizen soliciting suggested suffrage.

Today is Monday, I still don’t know how I’ll vote,
who best represents my interests, cares about me.
I’m just thankful that tomorrow it’ll all be over
at least until Wednesday when the recounts begin.

Fecklessly Daliesque

Likes to Dali herself up whilst reading,
assumes abstract designs will enhance
the benignly inartistic life story she's writ,
can scarcely sit through her own tediously
scripted fecklessly poetical verses moreover
embittered embellishments 'tween the blank
spaces of her once upon a failed phantasma

You Sat Inside There, Said Nothing But Stare

Standing under the sun and looking into the days
Blood is boiling in my veins as time quietly sways
Catching the breeze blown with fresh, grassy smell 
Grinding the past, as the clouds treacherously stay

You sat inside there, said nothing but stare
Bracelet on the ankle, which furiously glared 
This cave, where our promise was made
Left me alone, and gone on your own crusade.

That tree is still standing tediously today
Broken dreams never have reasons to sway
Shattered memories and screams, still lingering
In summer nights, they give me winter shivering

Standing under the clouds and look into these days
Cold blood is boiling in my veins as time quietly sways
Catching the breeze blown with wet, slurry smell 
Looking at the tree which shatters young dreams

Grinding the past, as the clouds treacherously stay



Mikhail.

Yes, That's Life

Very challenging,
And confusing,
Yet astonishing
It's kind of amusing!

Always persueing,
and working
Very tediously,
And seriously.

For everyone,
The goal is common
Everyone will be relieved'
Once achieved.

Bitterness

Bitterness

She secluded in her room to relish her ritual
A bracing cup of tea she concocted with the little available
Emitted an audible sigh routinely abysmal
Sank into elongate meditation,nothing abnormal

The ethical doddering lady had long been achingly critical
Of our unequivocal iniquity and detestable 
Of societal homosexual unions categorical
Carnage on behalf of God intolerable

The over-the-hill lady once,to meet her approval
Bid her relatives to benefit her corpse a decent burial
Abstain from grieving and weeping on her funeral
Rather deplore their destiny tediously controversial

She couldn't bemoan a life where survival
Echoes with betrayal,bribery and pronounced scandals.
                  Abdelwaheb Dhaou.

Tempting

grains of dew
forming a softening glaze
falling tediously
from your hairline
freshly stocked 
unabashed stare of longing

Age Comes To All

It comes to us all this thing called age
insidiously creeping up over the decades
surprisingly catching us unaware 
we all know it is coming,  its just when?

When do we realise our joints are stiff
and that we have grown so tediously slow?
looking back it seems like yesterday
when I was in full bloom of sweet youth

It is not the aches that I find hardest
it is the infernal time it takes
to complete the simplest task
hours doing what was done in a hour or so

Yes with age comes wisdom, sure, fine
I prefer flexibility instead of seizure.
Yet for us poets the greatest fear of all
is what if we lose our minds? Our Soul?

Would we know but be locked behind bars?
able to understand all that is happening
but be unable to articulate our thoughts?
if so the doctor saying "est La Morte"

Would for me be the greatest release
how could I live in a world locked away
unable to comprehend the written word
that so inspires and stimulates my mind.

Superlatives

SUPERLATIVES

S  uperlative sentiments subliminally stupefy- salubrious solitude

U  niquiviocal uproariously unconventional, uninhibited, unabashed

P  reposterously pedantic, precarious pandemics, perilous pandemonium 

E  uphoria exemplified, exquisitely exorbitant – eloquently enthralled

R  eiterated relentlessly, radically rambunctious--ruthless retribution

L  inguistically ludicrous, lavished lackadaisical— listless laments

A  bundant accentuations, adorning ambiguous animosity—antithetical

T  ranslucently tantalized, tediously thrifty tumult—transfixed

I  ncourrigeable  impediments insatiable, idealistic irrelevance-illustrious

V  ernacular vindicated vivaciously, vehemently visceral—venerated

E   xplicitly effervescently exonerated, eclectic exuberance—elated

S  crupulously steadfast solitude, surreptitiously subliminal – surrealistic

True Cynicism

Often I humor at things I read
I am growing exceedingly  cold
Maybe it's not at all in me but 
Their words both young and old

In a search for any kind of reason
We go afar and many times astray
Can I be now so tediously cynical
Their ideas don’t even near gray 
 
There motivation prolly attention
What inspires them in this quest
An endeavor for true originality
Funny, most assuredly I now jest

Who reflects on the truth inside 
The only things I know are real
Why do I think I get to decide
What is writing, if not to reveal

 

 
Penned by Wayland Bunch 2/2/2013

Gaijin Or Haijin

Wayland Bunch a gaijin
With aspirations of being haijin
Worked tediously for some time
Writing  poems that don’t even rhyme

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