I AM VERY BORED! save me please
It's that time of life
When you are totally bored
you just sit around and wait for something to happen
or you make your own fun
then that fun
gets B.O.R.I.N.G
and a bit lame
its like a sickness
the symptoms are
spacing out
watching reruns
breaking things just for the hell of it
or maybe even bashing your head against a wall
maybe
i hope you don't
that sounds really painfull
Well if you get bored
just breakdance
or
get a gun
and
shoot your self
or
even that annoying little yorkie across the street
There are so many cures for boredom
write a poem...um... it doesn't have to be a good poem
go rob a store (that's always fun...to watch)
make a movie
do some illegal things
hey you may get into trouble,
but it will cure the boredom
for a few minutes...hours
if you have paper
do oragami
or go ninja
make paper bombs and scare your neighbor
Ok don't do that, seriosly
what if your neibor is elderly
eh?
well then you can get an ambulance
and maybe
practice your new learned CPR on that old person
So Yeah.
Make Your Own Gosh Darn Fun
But please don't get into too much trouble
that may prevent fun
poem by Kori Haffmun
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Trouble
I got a letter in the mail sayin' I'm gonna go to jail
Someone's got an axe
Lookin' it out for me
Well I was feelin' pretty nice didn't have to think twice
Finders keepers baby, keep it away from me
You got nothin' that I need
Stay away from me
I'll quicken your pace to heaven
You try to give me your lot
Well I hope you rot
Gonna tell the devil about you
You're gettin' me in trouble
You're gettin' me in trou...
Gettin' me in trouble
Every day and night
I'm alright
Well I'm a high speed king I never think about a thing
All I can do is moan
Everybody takes a turn from the trash I have learned
But why the hard way for me, I don't know
I'm gonna get you back
Stab you in the fat
I'll make you wish you never met me
I gonna make you sing the blues
You're gonna lose
Show you what you got yourself into
You're gettin' me in trouble
You're Gettin' me in trouble
Gettin' me in trouble
Every day and night
I'm all...
You try to put the weight of the world
On top of my shoulders
You got to know that you're a little girl
Who wants to feel older, feel older (watch out)
Trouble, yeah
Trouble, yeah yeah
I'm in trouble baby (oh yeah)
You're gettin' me in trouble
Gettin' me in trouble
Gettin' me in trouble
Every day and night
I'm in trouble, trouble, trouble (alright)
I'm in trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble, trouble
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Question
I'm getting
Bored of
Poetry…
Poetry,
Why don't you
Get bored of me?
I don't want to
Write you.
Why don't you
Leave me?
Why has
Boredom
Set in?
Can you not
Make yourself
Interesting
For me?
I've always been
Faithful to you…
Why can you not
Spice yourself
For me?
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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No More Trouble (feat. Erykah Badu)
[Bob Marley]
(We don't need) No, we don't need (no more trouble) no more trouble!
(We don't need no more trouble)
Wo! Oh-oh-oh!
(We don't need) We don't need no (no more) trouble!
We don't need no trouble!
(We don't need no more trouble)
Make love and not war! 'Cause we don't need no trouble.
What we need is love (love)
To guide and protect us on. (on)
If you hope good down from above, (love)
Help the weak if you are strong now. (love)
We don't need no trouble;
What we need is love. Oh, no!
We don't need - we don't need - no more trouble!
Lord knows, we don't need no trouble!
(We don't need) We don't need trouble (no more trouble) -
no more trouble - no more trouble!
Seek happiness! (...) Oh, ...!
Come on, you all and speak of love. (...) Oh, yeah!
We don't need no trouble;
What we need is love, now. (What we need is love!)
(We don't need) Oh, we don't need no more trouble!
We don't need, no - we don't need no trouble!
We don't (need) - no, brothers and sisters ... (no more trouble!)
We don't need no trouble; we don't need no trouble!
We don't need no trouble!
What we need is love!
We don't need - we don't need no more - we don't need -
no more trouble - we don't need no more trouble!
Trouble we don't need (we don't need),
(We don't need) Lord, knows! -
we don't need no more war (no more trouble).
No more trouble - we don't need no more - more trouble! /fadeout/
song performed by by Bob Marley
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There Is No Poem I Can Write
THERE IS NO POEM I CAN WRITE
There is no poem I can write
That can solve the problems of my life-
A poem may save for a moment
Or give hope for a brief time
I may make me believe in myself again
For an instant-
It cannot make money
Or improve the situation
Of those I care about-
It cannot even now
Shake me from my despair
My sense of myself going down
A poem can be only very small help now
Very very small
It cannot even make me wholly believe
In the so- called poem I am writing now.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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This poem (says)
This poem
is friendly:
see, it’s wagging its tail,
it will follow you anywhere,
run off and come back,
a perfect companion;
this poem
loves fun:
you want to play dressing up,
it’ll laugh and rush off to the attic,
the basement, the dressing-up basket;
this poem
is serious:
you want to be silent awhile,
rest your head on its shoulder,
it will wait for you in
sympathetic stillness;
this poem
is humble:
turn it over, write
a love poem on
the other side,
it will glow with your love;
this poem
is disposable:
write a few lines, be angry
with yourself, scrumple it up,
throw it on the pavement,
someone may pick it up,
someone may tutt and place it
carefully for recycling;
this poem
is an origami:
you can make any shape you like:
a paper boat on
the waves of destiny;
a ladder to reach to where
you always wanted that fruit;
a crown; a dunce’s hat; a witch’s conic;
this poem
is elastic:
a tablecloth for a picnic,
a sheet to cover two lovers,
a ground plan for a new world;
this poem
knows where
nothing meets something,
nowhere meets everywhere,
no time meets all time,
anyone meets everyone,
this poem
has a bright eye
whether you read it or not;
this poem
likes you though it
hasn’t met you;
this poem
is impervious to scorn;
it knows who it is,
and where things begin and end.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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This poem
This poem
is friendly:
see, it’s wagging its tail,
it will follow you anywhere,
run off and come back,
a perfect companion;
this poem
loves fun:
you want to play dressing up,
it’ll laugh and rush off to the attic,
the basement, the dressing-up basket;
this poem
is serious:
you want to be silent awhile,
rest your head on its shoulder,
it will wait for you in
sympathetic stillness;
this poem
is humble:
turn it over, write
a love poem on
the other side,
it will glow with your love;
this poem
is disposable:
write a few lines, be angry
with yourself, scrumple it up,
throw it on the pavement,
someone may pick it up,
someone may tutt and place it
carefully for recycling;
this poem
is an origami:
you can make any shape you like:
a paper boat on
the waves of destiny;
a ladder to reach to where
you always wanted that fruit;
a crown; a dunce’s hat; a witch’s conic;
this poem
is elastic:
a tablecloth for a picnic,
a sheet to cover two lovers,
a ground plan for a new world;
this poem
knows where
nothing meets something,
nowhere meets everywhere,
no time meets all time,
anyone meets everyone,
this poem
has a bright eye
whether you read it or not;
this poem
likes you though it
hasn’t met you;
this poem
is impervious to scorn;
it knows who it is,
and where things begin and end.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I'd Love To Write A Love Poem For You
I'd love to write a poem for you
Want to make it good
I want it to be romantic
As you might think it should
You're a vision in my head
And I can't believe you're real
You attend the U of Sexuality
And got straight A's in sex appeal
You're as metaphorical as a simile.
And poetic like a rhyme.
I'd like to write a poem for you
Got some better ways to spend my time.
Like to hug you or to kiss you
or to give you a ride
To take you out to dinner
or to please you from inside.
Id like to write a poem for you
but I'd rather not instead
I love to drive you all around
While you are giving head.
I love to please you with my fingers
I love to make you scream
I love to write you poetry
Love to see you when I dream.
I'd like to write a poem for you
a love poem, there's no doubt
I like when there is no one home
And you're free to moan and shout
I like it when you call me names
And even when you're sad
Its me you trust to make you smile
And that just makes me glad
I think you're great I think you're hot
I think you think the same
I think its not a lie to say
We'd win, if love's a game.
I'd love to be near you all the time
but that simply ain't the case,
Can't believe it's been 3 weeks
Since I saw that pretty face
I'd love to have you by my side
As I lay on this bed
I shall have to settle for,
Your image in my head
I can't wait to hold you or
to kiss you with my mouth
My life is tops when with you
And without you headed south.
I'd love to write you a love poem
but I'm afraid it seems like jokes
I know you don't like cholesterol
So for your eggs I'll cut out the yokes
When you and I embrace again
I'll hold you oh so tight,
I'll kiss your every skin cell
I'm gonna love you right
I love it when you use your mouth
Especially when I'm baked
I love to look at your body
Especially when its nake'd
I want you so so badly
I miss you so so much
I want you as my lifeline
I need you as my crutch
I'd love to write you a poem
but I'm scared I'd never stop
So I'll just keep on writing
Until my eyelids drop
And then when I arise
I'll probably write some more
And I'll just keep on writing
Until your at my door.
I'm not sure you'll get to this line,
As this poem is f***in' long
So you don't have to read it,
but I'm picturing you in a thong
It looks so very sexy
As on you all things do,
I really want you here with me
I really love you, too.
poem by Les Wordsmore
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A Not a Poem Poem
A Not a Poem Poem
I will not write a poem
For I am not a poet
I cannot makes things rhyme
I’ve tried for quite some time
So will I write a poem?
NO!
I can’t write poetry
I’ve tried to all my life
Once, I tried to write a poem
About a husband and his wife
It sounded really silly
So I crumbled it up into a ball
That’s why I decided
That I couldn’t write poetry at all
Am I gonna write a poem?
NO!
Well, I’ll try to write a poem
But it will be really bad
It will be absolutely lousy
It will be completely horrible
It won’t be up to snuff
People will say, “Who wrote this stuff? ”
Will my poem be good?
NO!
Can I write a poem?
NO!
Will I write a poem?
NO!
Well, what do you know! ? !
I wrote a poem!
And it’s a pretty good poem, too!
I guess I can write poetry if I try
The next time I’m asked to write a poem,
Will I say no?
NO!
You Make Me
You make me wanna slam my head against the wall
You make me do the limbo
You make me wanna buy a slurpee at the mall
You make me watch the gong show
Theres really something kinda strange about you, baby, but I cant exactly seem to put my finger on it
You make me
You make me
You make me
Thats what you do to me
You make me wanna hide a weasel in my shorts
You make me wanna phone home
You make me wanna write a dozen book reports
Then pack myself in styrofoam
Sometimes you make me want to build a model of the eiffel tower out of belgian waffles
You make me
You make me
You make me
Thats what you do to me
(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what, what you do to me
You make me wanna hang out in a trailer park
Then take my hamster to the beach
You make me wanna do my laundry in the dark
And use a recommended bleach
When Im with you I dont know whether I should study neurosurgery or go to see the care bears movie
You make me
You make me
You make me
Thats what you do to me
(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what, what you do to me
Thats what you do to me
Thats what you do to me
Thats what you do to me
You make me wanna break the laws of time and space
You make me wanna eat pork
You make me wanna staple bagels to my face
Then remove em with a pitchfork
You know theres something quite unusual about you but I cant exactly seem to put my finger on it
You make me
You make me
You make me
Thats what you do to me
(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what, what you do to me
(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what you do-do-do-do-do to me
(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what you do to me
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Since We Are Still Here
since we are still here
we make the best we can
to make the stay
worth the while
we may have longer hours
of boredom
we may have more hours
for the small stuff
we sweat all these out
small stuff, little things, trivial matters
somehow we ask why?
oh, these little things if we do not mind
they make the boat leak
they make us sick & make the boat sink
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Write To Write To Write
I WANT TO WRITE TO WRITE TO WRITE
I write to write to write-
A poem must be more than a straining against Emptiness-
A poem must be more than making a name.
A poem should be food for the heart and soul and mind
It should make us feel the world with new love
It should make us want to live more and more
A poem should make us love life
It should be written for its readers
And not for its poet alone
A poem should make us want to be in this world
In greater beauty and greater love.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Multitasking, The Music And The Poem And Nothing
as i write this poem i am downloading music
copying them from the cd to
Windows Media Player for all these Bossa Nova Experience
Call me, A certain Sadness, The Trouble with Hello
The Shadow of Your Smile, Fly Me To the Moon,
NighT aND dAY, hEY lOOK aT tHE sun, HeRE'S a RAiny Day,
Put a LIttle Love Away,
Where is Love?
it takes time to choose the music to load and to check
if everything is proper and so
i also take a glance at poems
the First Fifty Famous Poems of this World
read some again
reviewing how does each word feel and fall and rebound in my
heart
i write some, well, i am not that really serious about what to write
i just write what comes to my head and when i think i ended
the making of this poem
i read what others write, not really admiring their wisdom
or style or what they write there as some trash
garbage, but just the same to while my hours away doing other things
i still read them, building this interest to know what this person who claims to
be a poet is driving at
some nails for hard wood, sounding like carpentry
well, i don't really believe that poetry can change this world
my world
of multitasking, hopping from one task to another, like
island hopping with my friends in this archepielago
from one white sand to another and taking some beers and
juices
these juices of the mind and of the body, lustily flowing from my thighs
as i wipe them and learn to live a pure life
from the perspective of the Holy Pope, oh well, i don't judge other people
and i simply forgive them
like myself, i am not so hard about myself, not even on poetry
since this is just fun
clean fun, writing
opps, another cd to copy now,
i will have
Smoke Gets in Your Eyes, Paper Mache, Make it Easy on Yourself,
vINCENT, . Breaking Up is Hard with You, All the THINGS you ARe,
LIGHT My FIRE, Love is STRONGER far than WE
and CHopin and bEETHOVEN, AND iL dIVO
AND
AND OF course,
I honestly lOVE you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bored
All those times I was bored
out of my mind. Holding the log
while he sawed it. Holding
the string while he measured, boards,
distances between things, or pounded
stakes into the ground for rows and rows
of lettuces and beets, which I then (bored)
weeded. Or sat in the back
of the car, or sat still in boats,
sat, sat, while at the prow, stern, wheel
he drove, steered, paddled. It
wasn't even boredom, it was looking,
looking hard and up close at the small
details. Myopia. The worn gunwales,
the intricate twill of the seat
cover. The acid crumbs of loam, the granular
pink rock, its igneous veins, the sea-fans
of dry moss, the blackish and then the graying
bristles on the back of his neck.
Sometimes he would whistle, sometimes
I would. The boring rhythm of doing
things over and over, carrying
the wood, drying
the dishes. Such minutiae. It's what
the animals spend most of their time at,
ferrying the sand, grain by grain, from their tunnels,
shuffling the leaves in their burrows. He pointed
such things out, and I would look
at the whorled texture of his square finger, earth under
the nail. Why do I remember it as sunnier
all the time then, although it more often
rained, and more birdsong?
I could hardly wait to get
the hell out of there to
anywhere else. Perhaps though
boredom is happier. It is for dogs or
groundhogs. Now I wouldn't be bored.
Now I would know too much.
Now I would know.
poem by Margaret Atwood
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Go To Hell
Now if your mind lies in the Devil's workshop
And evil duens your thrill
And trouble and mischief is all you live for
You know darn well
That you'll go to hell
So you're living high and mighty
Rich off the fat of the land
Just don't dispose of your natural soul
'cos you know darn well
That you'll go to hell
I say hell
Where your natural soul burns
Hell
Where you pay for your sins
Hell
Keep your children from wrongdoing
'cos you know darn well
That they'll go to hell.
I say hell
Man, woman were created
Hell
To live for eternity
Hell
With an apple they ate from the tree of hate
So you know darn well
That they went to hell
Now Satan was an angel in heaven
But he stirred up trouble and woe
So the LORD commanded that the Devil be branded
So you know darn well
He went to hell
Yeah, he went to hell
Yeah, he went to hell
He went to hell.
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Scribbler's Stymie
Pen and paper in sight
I've got no poem to write
Staying up all night
I've got no poem to write
Although my mind is bright
I've got no poem to write
It's windy out tonight, should I go fly a kite?
I've got no poem to write
My ceiling, it is white
I've got no poem to write
It's 4: 59! Five, but not quite
I've got no poem to write
In your arms I'd feel so light
I've got no poem to write
I've had no sleep tonight
I've got no poem to write
Will you just hold me tight?
I've got no poem to write
Outside it's almost light
I've got no poem to write
It's late, off goes my light
I've got no poem to write
poem by Julia Grace
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With Our Love
It's just a look, and it makes the boys quiver.
Yes, it's just the look, and now they remember.
Had they forgotten ... what this all means?
I think they want to forget,
And they hope that this time.
(chorus)
I won't look, i've got other things to do now.
I forgot what it was, i've got to get to work now.
(and they) set an example for us (i see it!).
It can happen to me too.
(and it) didn't make any difference to us (but i)
Forgot the trouble, that's the trouble.
Forgot the trouble, that's the trouble.
Forgot the trouble, that's the trouble.
Forgot the trouble, that's the trouble.
With our love,
With our love,
With our love
They hear the words, such as "you're really special"
(and they) can't face the feeling.
(and they) can't really tell
I look out the window,
(and i) i call that education.
(and i) see all my friends standing out there
(and i) i call that education (sophistication)
(repeat chorus)
Had the forgotten...what this all means?
Things come and go (and i see 'em)
And i wont be neglected (not this time!)
song performed by by Talking Heads
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When a girl is bored
When a girl is bored no voice is beautiful to her ears
When a girl is bored there is nothing to attract her eyes
When a girl is bored day is night and night is night
When a girl is bored dream and wish is really out of mind
When a girl is bored a star in the sky doesn’t glow
When a girl is bored the city is quiet more than ever
When a girl is bored shadows are searching for light
When a girl is bored the colors are meaningless to her heart
When a girl is bored she cries but expects no tears
When a girl is bored she doesn’t want to hear a word
When a girl is bored the sky isn’t blue anymore
When a girl is bored the world is small for her steps
When a girl is bored no one understands what is in her heart
When a girl is bored though everywhere is dark she never loses her hope
poem by Reihaneh Jalalian
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Bore me
'I might be dead' she said
'or just maybe not fully alive
I hate this in-between state.'
.
'Perhaps you are neither; I said
'perhaps you are just bored unto a numbness that feels like death.
Numb makes you want to react so you
overcompensate with a strained vivaciousness.'
'Yes that is it because' she said 'I became 'perky' and outgoing
which was just the opposite of what I actually felt
but I was very good at it and at times I would forget.
and think that 'perky' was me.
That face would leave me especially at night
and I would begin to doubt again as to my true state,
dead, alive or in between.
'So what do you think is the thing to do? ' I said
'Well dead and perky is not something I now see is sustainable.
So bored is the face of my dilemma
and the cure for boredom is circumstance and clear goals
but I don't seem to have any that I can discern.
I don't seem to have any talent or passion which drives me forward.
I rise up only to fall back into the ditch
feeling phoney.
There is nothing which moves me.
What I am to do?
'Well' I said 'tell me about the boredom, its sounds interesting to me.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Bored At School! ! ! ! ! ! ; (: '(: (: '(
when at school bored as can be
just wondering wat i can see
its blue
its blured
it round
and curve
its job is to hide not surve
im still at school bored as can be
and theres something new to see
its orange
its fat
its stupid
and flat
its sorta friend but annoying too
with it what can i do
all and all im bored at school
what to do with that thing right there
its big and round
is smells like a hound
it hits me back
or ignores my wack
hes hates all
make others fellling fall
so keep away he'll piss u off
or hit him hard to make him soft
poem by Billy Homewood
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Remember
I think it's funny, just a sad song
He likes his money, now you ain't got none
So is it mighty strange
Now that you are so broke
Don't try to make it man
You haven't got a home
Remember when I was in trouble
You put down the phone
And anywhere you go, you go alone
It was a crush change, the money sure flew
You had a flash name, imagine you're broke
But now it's breaking up there's no one near you
Don't try for me to call
Cause I won't hear you
Remember when I was in trouble
You put down the phone
And anywhere you go, you go alone
Remember when I was in trouble
You put down the phone
And anywhere you go, you go alone
Well, don't you sit around, start to move on
Your life is broken down, so get a new one
And if you make it by and kiss the good life
Why don't you make it right
Just look at this time
Remember when I was in trouble
You put down the phone
And anywhere you go, you go alone
song performed by by Supertramp
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