Tedium Poems - Poems about Tedium

Languor, an idle mind’s self-induced rot When meanings and motivations vanish, Wants no more, nor wishes, whys nor yet what, Not so kindles mind whose fires extinguish. The doom of not-what-so-happens descends To idle mind, no sin seems so evil As to be forbidden. A rare soul stands Up to turn creative by utter will. An oasis of green thoughts in desert That commands...

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A fetid fruit of tedious listless life Ye seldom troubled at the dawn of time, But under today’s skies ye prevail rife And plague many poor souls in pink of prime. If thy hoary hist’ry offers fair hint, Ye look no old— a few young centuries, But brisk ye now march as if life is sprint, Look at thy...

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The curse of verse, at worst subversive, Cursive, ad lib, tragic, The means defines scenes, supreme beings let off steam, Beauty queens daydream of magic. Sense of place, being part of the tribe, Strangers for whom, in that moment, we'd die, Hypnotised by the lies, Buy the lies, Buy Buy BUY. They say that language makes these creatures noble, (Though global, antisocial music...

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I’m going to each of my suitemates' rooms. One at a time, methodically. I pause, for dramatic purpose, until I have their full attention. Once I have it, I rushingly, excitedly, breathlessly say, “I’M getting pizza later, for the GAME!” Like a seven year old child. Now, my roommates KNOW we're ordering pizzas later. They’re all...

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Sometimes I’ll rouse, in darkest night, to a twilit form, bending over me, so closely we’re sharing the same still air. I never startle, I somehow know, even before I’m completely awake, that it’s not mortal. This malevolent force stalks time worn halls like disease. It thrives on inertia and stress, it drinks in fatigue like...

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A Father Clock chimes from a wall in the dining room, refreshing the idle couple that waited. It was not as if they were reminded of some pressing appointment or some devoted chores that was delegated. The furniture in the room where they sat idle was ancient and concealed with cryptic scratches stimulating memories of a once...

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My palette is empty after over-busy school and tense homework. By the time dark night staggers onstage, sleep is my longed-for, sexy muse. I’m greedy for sweet, numb sleep or perhaps to dream love-flushed fantasies....

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Terminal toxicity A terrifying takeover on everything tangible, using tactical techniques to trigger temporal turbulence Taking its toll, its trueness be told through the turmoil trampling and transmuting in silence Tainted and tantalized by televised thought-crimes as the tumors thrive Tarnished by treasonous transmissions Tongue tied and troubled by teachings of off topic trash and theories that failed time...

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So did your cloak and dagger swaggering self-flatter quite sufficiently? Did you believe your baseless propaganda mantra would diminish me? Or that the instagrammed aggression of your engineered passivity would finish me? There are no lies remain can yet disguise the truth of your proclivities. That you've corrupted your own memories, repackaged them as history Whilst blissfully you stuffed...

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The Tedium The bay of Cascais looks like a mass produced painting, azure sea, flying seagulls and anchored ships just as it was when last time I was here…a sunny day in May. Ah, this ennui, if clouds would alter a little and don´t be so static I will take new Interest in my surrounding and...

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