Bored and waiting
Clip the clip to the clip to clip the clip,
I string them all together with one clip.
Slip the clips slip down the surfaces slip,
I ensure the surface is clean and magnets slip.
Dip the drip into the dip just to dip,
I leak the drips to the dips dip.
Drip to drip to dip from a slow drip,
I watch the clips slip and the drips dip.
I'm bored and waiting.
Rattled
Misty and a little cold it is,
echoing is a distant hiss,
heading towards the light I miss.
Affected by a snakes deadly kiss,
losing to the poisons bliss,
resting now against this, yes this.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 23rd, 2025 05:25
- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry brain was in it's own mood yesterday.
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Comments1
Loved the first most original poem that depicts focus during times of boredom. The smallest things a drop or any type of noise can shift our focus. Very nicely depicted
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