Dull Poems - Poems about Dull

( A Definition ) Having a small European resembling a brown back. Having hammy old-world songs related to a large ‘NO!’ Having no American thrust; (the upper part). An olivatious, blackish, whitish, streaked glommed throat. Chiefly dull; (the under parts)....Read the rest...

It's Christmas season, the merriment season The smell of a fresh season, blooming with love Christ the reason for the season, a song we always sing Singing joyously, with tune so high, rhymes so in tune Fortune favor only...Read the rest...

Billions of stars, But I choose the Sun. Ignoring all the noises And all the pollution. I'll live with him, As long as, he's mine. Even if he's not, I'll stay with him, As long as, he's alive. (On his eyelashes, on the cut...Read the rest...

Everything may appear in perfect order as this vast universe is, and behind it I can't hear anything muffling sounds, but spot faint shimmers of hidden worders! Such are the dull nights spent with silence, having nobody to whisper sensual...Read the rest...

Considering the finale Piloting my survival. Anxious thoughts prevent deadly decisions But these decisions have made themselves well-situated. Still, prayers haven’t been answered So I search and seek Until I become conscious of where I am. Idleness is my safest abode I...Read the rest...

If we want a friend with whom we'll never grow bored The best one to recommend is Jesus our Lord Although some experiences may hit a lull The more we get to know Him the less He seems dull The closer we get the...Read the rest...

some bright sequins of fun shined amidst dull threads of routines... art time none...Read the rest...

Dull as a board meeting until he growled “Who ripped out the fart?” and then the room exploded in zany laughs...Read the rest...

Today I woke up colorblind My wake up call was gray I shuddered at my purgatory It shuddered the same way I got up, found my state of ruin We chatted over tea It dug into my heavy heart, My soul...Read the rest...

Misunderstood and used, Insane, but always amused. Secretive, worried, helpful, Past is cloudy and dull. Antisocial, big personal bubble, Always running away from the troubles. Runs head and helmet into everything, All of her desires, closed, unappealing. Too trusting, kept in the dark,...Read the rest...

Written on 30 July 2023 TrIiolet Form of Poetry ...Read the rest...

I'd like to go out But the rain pours down The galleries Are closed on Mondays I checked the library See what they have on AA or learning English Neither needed My fridge and wardrobes Are already full Exercise is A bridge too far The cinema...Read the rest...

Another dull Monday: I am still in Sunday mood. I yawn as long as I have sluggish settings. It will never be quick enough unless I go faster. Who knows? Perhaps that is for the best. Case I experiment...Read the rest...

Refined on blazes of judgments haphazard yesterday's zest is a fortress of embers memorials burn surrendering souls into the fumes plaguing your emotions the cinders awoke allow the zeal of the darkness nudge you to view the yesteryear is near a dimness & not what will last Written: September 29, 2022...Read the rest...

Dull Moments I feel numb. My wits have been fried, at the ends... It happened, more than once. It was a little each time I watched the TV, and they talked about the "free". Who are...Read the rest...