Poems about Apathy
#apathy
Poems about apathy, here you'll find poetry about feeling demotivated and lacking enthusiasm for life. Feelings of apathy expressed through poetry, and poems about dealing with apathy in those around us.
oskar
Poem Published
Today 10:44am
Today 10:44am
children of Palestine
Children in Palestine
He sat down to write a poem for nature
When he closed his eyes saw, bombed-out buildings
Rain dripping from wrecked concrete onto
The street, a muddy pool, but that
didn`t stop the children from playing captains of the deep sea
Another bomb fell and obliterated this harsh idyll
What was left was mist and fire where it once had been
A muddy puddle.
His pleasant poem about a track and olive roots trying
To trip him up, the shepherd, his dog, and the sheep coming
His way the good small of wool like an obscenity today ...
He sat down to write a poem for nature
When he closed his eyes saw, bombed-out buildings
Rain dripping from wrecked concrete onto
The street, a muddy pool, but that
didn`t stop the children from playing captains of the deep sea
Another bomb fell and obliterated this harsh idyll
What was left was mist and fire where it once had been
A muddy puddle.
His pleasant poem about a track and olive roots trying
To trip him up, the shepherd, his dog, and the sheep coming
His way the good small of wool like an obscenity today ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #grief
#apathy #grief
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poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
Today 8:24am
Today 8:24am
Father, I get so much Joy after I had prayed to you
Father, I get so much
Joy after I had prayed
To you
Before I go to sleep
Every single night
In my bed
Tonight when I had prayed
To you in my prayer
I had asked for you
To remove the anger
That I have
And also I ask my father
To help me with daily
Problems
Because I am not sure
How to work in solving
My daily problems
Also, my father when I sleep
In my bed at night
I never wake up
In the middle of the night
I sleep all through the night
Like a log
Also, I know that you
Father...
Joy after I had prayed
To you
Before I go to sleep
Every single night
In my bed
Tonight when I had prayed
To you in my prayer
I had asked for you
To remove the anger
That I have
And also I ask my father
To help me with daily
Problems
Because I am not sure
How to work in solving
My daily problems
Also, my father when I sleep
In my bed at night
I never wake up
In the middle of the night
I sleep all through the night
Like a log
Also, I know that you
Father...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#regret
#rejection
#sadness
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oskar
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 7:57pm
18th Mar 2025 7:57pm
a village in the sun
A village in the sun
There is a small village with a few streets that have no name and houses have no number twelve I bought a small home that had stood empty for years when not used as a stable for the unique Algarvian white long-eared donkey
Retired workers in the village up the road where the shop was located next door to a café where they sat enjoying their beer fixed my house and soon I with my dogs everyone in the Algarve has a dog and I could spend my time writing poetry or walking in the wood
This Idyll was too perfect to last, one day a group of English tourists...
There is a small village with a few streets that have no name and houses have no number twelve I bought a small home that had stood empty for years when not used as a stable for the unique Algarvian white long-eared donkey
Retired workers in the village up the road where the shop was located next door to a café where they sat enjoying their beer fixed my house and soon I with my dogs everyone in the Algarve has a dog and I could spend my time writing poetry or walking in the wood
This Idyll was too perfect to last, one day a group of English tourists...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #boredom
#apathy #boredom
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 10:07pm
11th Mar 2025 10:07pm
ISIS in power
Syria’s new rulers
I’m going out to buy two onions, flowers for my wife, and a box of red wine for no one in particular; since I’m the only one in the house who drinks wine, I guess I have to drink it myself
The checkout woman looked like Assad’s wife
Which made me think of the thousands of prisoners in his dungeon; they have disappeared. There could not have been so many; after all, perhaps it was a hall lined with mirrors.
The Alawites, Druids, and Christians, not that are murdered by the thousands, many hides in the Russian base, not the newspapers say anything about,...
I’m going out to buy two onions, flowers for my wife, and a box of red wine for no one in particular; since I’m the only one in the house who drinks wine, I guess I have to drink it myself
The checkout woman looked like Assad’s wife
Which made me think of the thousands of prisoners in his dungeon; they have disappeared. There could not have been so many; after all, perhaps it was a hall lined with mirrors.
The Alawites, Druids, and Christians, not that are murdered by the thousands, many hides in the Russian base, not the newspapers say anything about,...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#confusion
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 9:39pm
10th Mar 2025 9:39pm
My Cold Heart
I go into these moments where I shut off my emotions.
I shut off the side of me that cares too deeply.
I become cold like the world.
I become so fed up with the way the world treats me,
and yet I can't help blaming myself.
I'm no longer gonna give myself a hard time for shutting down, for not having the strength to continue my day. For sleeping much of the time. Still the perfectionist mind continues, relentlessly upset if I ate too much or if I didn't exercise enough or if I'm not acting perfectly moral.
I'm tired, and I don't have the capacity for...
I shut off the side of me that cares too deeply.
I become cold like the world.
I become so fed up with the way the world treats me,
and yet I can't help blaming myself.
I'm no longer gonna give myself a hard time for shutting down, for not having the strength to continue my day. For sleeping much of the time. Still the perfectionist mind continues, relentlessly upset if I ate too much or if I didn't exercise enough or if I'm not acting perfectly moral.
I'm tired, and I don't have the capacity for...
#apathy
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BlackBox
Black Box
Black Box
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 8:24pm
10th Mar 2025 8:24pm
Love Evanesce
No eloquent way to express
All the feelings I have for you
A messy assortment of sadness and love
I miss you.
I break down in tears
From the despair
Crying deeply, the insurmountable pain
Causes me to begin laughing in the midst of my grief
How can she have such a profound impact?
Greeting me in the morning,
Waiting for me to awake
From my life with you
You live in my can of beer
Thrive in my flower;
But you’re not there
Not there
There. In my thoughts
Reminding me of my loneliness ...
All the feelings I have for you
A messy assortment of sadness and love
I miss you.
I break down in tears
From the despair
Crying deeply, the insurmountable pain
Causes me to begin laughing in the midst of my grief
How can she have such a profound impact?
Greeting me in the morning,
Waiting for me to awake
From my life with you
You live in my can of beer
Thrive in my flower;
But you’re not there
Not there
There. In my thoughts
Reminding me of my loneliness ...
#apathy
#disappointment
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
#sadness
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doriann_barrere
Dorian
Dorian
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 9:53pm
8th Mar 2025 9:53pm
What Happened Was Morbid
what happened was morbid ...
Lo, they did unmake his visage, not with blade alone,
but with the cruel mirth of fate’s fell hand.
A rictus, wide as grief, as hollow as the jest
that in dark halls is whispered ‘twixt wretched men.
Was it his own trembling grasp that traced the fault?
Or some wraith of malice, unseen but keen of touch?
The steel sang not as warriors’ swords do sing,
but in hush’d susurrus, a lull’d and mocking dirge.
The lips that spake of mercy found none,
but were rather parted in twain, a wound unsealing ...
Lo, they did unmake his visage, not with blade alone,
but with the cruel mirth of fate’s fell hand.
A rictus, wide as grief, as hollow as the jest
that in dark halls is whispered ‘twixt wretched men.
Was it his own trembling grasp that traced the fault?
Or some wraith of malice, unseen but keen of touch?
The steel sang not as warriors’ swords do sing,
but in hush’d susurrus, a lull’d and mocking dirge.
The lips that spake of mercy found none,
but were rather parted in twain, a wound unsealing ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#despair
#frustration
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 3:53pm
7th Mar 2025 3:53pm
The Narcissist Victim - "Hollow Echo / Nothing"
stop. / no, wait— rewind. // it didn’t— happen— like that. / did it?
(no, you’re just sensitive.) / (I didn’t mean it like that.)
(but you said—) / but you said— / but—
… no, never mind. forget it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m—
(erase.)
I swear I used to have a voice. // a shape. a name.
but you pressed your hands into my skull, // said, No, you’re remembering wrong.
said, I love you. Don’t you trust me? / (the knife is in my hands now.)
I— / I don’t know anymore. / I—
(you don’t know anymore.)
(again.)
...
(no, you’re just sensitive.) / (I didn’t mean it like that.)
(but you said—) / but you said— / but—
… no, never mind. forget it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m—
(erase.)
I swear I used to have a voice. // a shape. a name.
but you pressed your hands into my skull, // said, No, you’re remembering wrong.
said, I love you. Don’t you trust me? / (the knife is in my hands now.)
I— / I don’t know anymore. / I—
(you don’t know anymore.)
(again.)
...
#anxiety
#apathy
#emptiness #frustration
#emptiness #frustration
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oskar
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 1:12pm
7th Mar 2025 1:12pm
racial tension and Floyd
Racial tension and Floyd
A picture of a committee in defense of human right a picture where serious white man and a woman in a business suit and to black persons This was serious business no one smile except the two black persons that spoiled the gravity of the solemn undertaking
Most black people I have met were like me from a working stiff background I was employed on ships they were mostly onloading cargo from the said, ships, they appeared more open, talkative then us Scandinavians, we don’t say much unless we are drunk in a bar
there was an unspoken racial barrier that...
A picture of a committee in defense of human right a picture where serious white man and a woman in a business suit and to black persons This was serious business no one smile except the two black persons that spoiled the gravity of the solemn undertaking
Most black people I have met were like me from a working stiff background I was employed on ships they were mostly onloading cargo from the said, ships, they appeared more open, talkative then us Scandinavians, we don’t say much unless we are drunk in a bar
there was an unspoken racial barrier that...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #denial
#apathy #denial
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PAR
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 11:35am
6th Mar 2025 11:35am
Heaven paved with my pains
.. this shitty life is nothing
but a waiting room
of a hellish asylum
overflowing with paperwork
and suffocated in its own
degenerate bureaucracy
this shitty life is nothing
but a scare in a dead-end alley
from the darkest part of a place
where no one wants to go
life, life, life
knife, knife, knife
the sound of traveling knife sharpeners
is like the creaking of hinges
of a nonexistent paradise
where an arrogant and irrational being rules...
but a waiting room
of a hellish asylum
overflowing with paperwork
and suffocated in its own
degenerate bureaucracy
this shitty life is nothing
but a scare in a dead-end alley
from the darkest part of a place
where no one wants to go
life, life, life
knife, knife, knife
the sound of traveling knife sharpeners
is like the creaking of hinges
of a nonexistent paradise
where an arrogant and irrational being rules...
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression
#mirror
#silence
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 5:07am
5th Mar 2025 5:07am
dreamland
when, if ever,
will this nation
understand that
poverty is trauma
will this nation
understand that
poverty is trauma
#apathy
#disappointment
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poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 00:05am
3rd Mar 2025 00:05am
I can't feel it
I can't feel it
That I am going on
To my manic state
I know that I am
Starting to be angry at people
I know that people starting to
Avoid me
Because they also feel hurt
They also are afraid that I
Can do something bad to them
I am trying very hard to control
My anger
That is something that I must do
Urgent
Also, I am not getting a proper
Sleep
The truth is that I need my full
Sleep every day
Now I know that my mind is foggy
I am also afraid that I could lose
My friends
And become alone...
That I am going on
To my manic state
I know that I am
Starting to be angry at people
I know that people starting to
Avoid me
Because they also feel hurt
They also are afraid that I
Can do something bad to them
I am trying very hard to control
My anger
That is something that I must do
Urgent
Also, I am not getting a proper
Sleep
The truth is that I need my full
Sleep every day
Now I know that my mind is foggy
I am also afraid that I could lose
My friends
And become alone...
#anger
#apathy
#disappointment
#emptiness
#jealousy
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