A Poem by emipoemi

It slows the time,

It weighs us down;

It forms a void

In which we drown.


It blocks the mind,

Disrupts its flow,

And traps inside

All that we know.


Thus we begin

Forgetting all

Regardless of

How great or small.

For by and by

A bitter blight

Without respite

Grows on the sly

Along our mind’s neat shelves.

And soon we start

To fall apart,

And lose our wills,

Our glows, our skills,

Our reveries,

Our memories,

Our eloquence,


And last we lose ourselves.


© 2017 emipoemi

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Delightful flow, then don't you know?
she kicks us in the head,
and breaks the boring pattern of the climb.
Of boredom we have naught to dread,

just follow in that two feet tread
until we finally lose ourselves
among our mind's neat shelves.

Posted 3 Months Ago

I love the structure of this poem. Ugh poetry is truly such a beautifully written word. Thank you for sharing this!

Posted 3 Months Ago


3 Months Ago

Thank you for reading. Glad you enjoyed it.
curiosity is one cure, but not for cats...

I liked the structure and the theme. Thank you for sharing.

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3 Months Ago

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This reads so easily, great word choice, trips off the tongue and boredom, especially in the retired, ain't a good thing.

Posted 4 Months Ago


4 Months Ago

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it.
Interesting rhyming scheme. Boredom is definitely a 'killer', as you so succinctly say. Best keep busy.
Thank you for this poem.

Posted 4 Months Ago


4 Months Ago

Thanks for reading. Glad you enjoyed it.
Great Aunt Astri

4 Months Ago

You are welcome
Very good rhyming and pacing in this one. Also good insight into the psychological effects of boredom. The first verse is one of the most acute and succinct descriptions of tedium I have seen. Very good work.

Posted 5 Months Ago


5 Months Ago

Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed it.

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Added on October 19, 2017
Last Updated on October 19, 2017
Tags: poetry, poem, boredom, degradation



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