POEM STARTER

Compose a poem about the lost art of boredom.

Are we missing out on the beauty of being bored?

The Beauty Of Boredom

Nobody sees the beauty of being bored

The stillness of having nothing to do

It’s a simple sign to the soul

To take a breath

To count the specks of paint on the ceiling


People say watching paint dry is a bore

Watching the individual drips fall down and harden

Their lifespan so short

Similar to our own

Reminding us to slow down


Watching the clouds is an art nobody will mention

Seeing the shapes swish and swirl around the sky

The time slowly ticking past

Showing the beauty of slow change

But only if you’re bored enough to notice it

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