Question

write me a simple poem about being bored

Answer 1

In a room with silent walls,
Time drips slowly, boredom calls.
The sun outside, a cheerful sphere,
But here I sit, with nothing near.

The clock ticks loud, a steady beat,
While thoughts meander, feel incomplete.
I gaze at dust that dances light,
In lazy sunbeams, soft and bright.

I flip through pages, but words feel bland,
Dreaming of places, both distant and grand.
Yet still I linger, in this idle space,
A quiet moment, my own little place.

But as I wait, I start to see,
In boredom’s hush, there’s room to be.
A spark, a thought, a chance to create,
For in these stillness, I contemplate.