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.
u53l355
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2022 1:10pm
3rd Oct 2022 1:10pm
Looking in
Have you ever considered while your out fine dining ?
There's a kid sitting at home Hunger pains he's crying
His mother does her best to keep providing
She's works till the am everyday cos she's trying
To provide for he boy after she caught hubby lying
So he waits on his own late nights subsiding
Bides his time in the rhymes that he writes
To distract him from the cracked wall home he resides
Wants to break the chains but the shackles are too tight
To young to move out misfortune collides and he tries
But he's tired and tortured and...
There's a kid sitting at home Hunger pains he's crying
His mother does her best to keep providing
She's works till the am everyday cos she's trying
To provide for he boy after she caught hubby lying
So he waits on his own late nights subsiding
Bides his time in the rhymes that he writes
To distract him from the cracked wall home he resides
Wants to break the chains but the shackles are too tight
To young to move out misfortune collides and he tries
But he's tired and tortured and...
#depression
#death
#suicide
#ShortStory
#apathy
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2022 11:24am
3rd Oct 2022 11:24am
wasteland
i often feel a disconnect; though i breathe, feel, and see the aftermath in full effect; i'm mentally already there-observing the wasteland of what once stood there....
"trash" made "treasure"-was "treasure" made "trash" since the beginning.... centuries passed-yet the core "wrath" still lead to this path of collapse....
life's been a walk in the desert with many mirages in ones' path; from "happy family" pictures framed-to couples holding hands.... the essence of one's whole life-the concept of...
"trash" made "treasure"-was "treasure" made "trash" since the beginning.... centuries passed-yet the core "wrath" still lead to this path of collapse....
life's been a walk in the desert with many mirages in ones' path; from "happy family" pictures framed-to couples holding hands.... the essence of one's whole life-the concept of...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#apathy
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Stanhoven
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2022 8:52am
2nd Oct 2022 8:52am
A Light Reflected
Reaching the sky
Spires to touch the heavens
The sun refracting of the glass
Like fingers reaching for a dream
Reaching towards a future
A destination unhindered
The ground roared
Shaking, a brief moment
A brief flash struck
Stones falling
Crashing to the earth, dust rising to settle
Rain came, went for days, weeks
Months turned to years
Nothing stirred, no sound to be heard
Alone the structure stood
Cold seeping into its open windows
Crawling across its floors
Warmth of life inside now...
Spires to touch the heavens
The sun refracting of the glass
Like fingers reaching for a dream
Reaching towards a future
A destination unhindered
The ground roared
Shaking, a brief moment
A brief flash struck
Stones falling
Crashing to the earth, dust rising to settle
Rain came, went for days, weeks
Months turned to years
Nothing stirred, no sound to be heard
Alone the structure stood
Cold seeping into its open windows
Crawling across its floors
Warmth of life inside now...
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
#apathy #vulnerability
#apathy #vulnerability
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 3:03pm
30th Sep 2022 3:03pm
Evening Landscape of the Soul
I could never dream of hell
as pure as this uncertainty.
The coffers of the soul
are holding dust and little else.
Hell in this cloud of mind is then
the grey and pregnant skies,
above the cranes and scaffolding
that I can see from work’s window.
A sense of rotting, time stretched out,
an emptiness where life should be...
The crypt is yawning, tiredness
the weeds that choke the ancient lea.
Divorced of human hope,
the tower holds just years, and rope.
as pure as this uncertainty.
The coffers of the soul
are holding dust and little else.
Hell in this cloud of mind is then
the grey and pregnant skies,
above the cranes and scaffolding
that I can see from work’s window.
A sense of rotting, time stretched out,
an emptiness where life should be...
The crypt is yawning, tiredness
the weeds that choke the ancient lea.
Divorced of human hope,
the tower holds just years, and rope.
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness #apathy
#loneliness #apathy
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Wired6
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 6:37am
30th Sep 2022 6:37am
Tra-Dish-In-All-Show.
Flex
Flex
Flex.
Flex the water, sprayed in its eyes.
Predict,
Damp
Damp
Damp.
Predict,tra-dish-in-all show.
So slow.
Like-"Wish was Here-Well missed,"- Amy Winehouse.
Change, for some, will trickle,
Sewer its home.
What was,now diversified,
2 highlight growth.
Like-"Wish was Here-Well missed,"-Amy-"One of A Kind," Winehouse.
©Wired6. 28/9/2022.
Flex
Flex.
Flex the water, sprayed in its eyes.
Predict,
Damp
Damp
Damp.
Predict,tra-dish-in-all show.
So slow.
Like-"Wish was Here-Well missed,"- Amy Winehouse.
Change, for some, will trickle,
Sewer its home.
What was,now diversified,
2 highlight growth.
Like-"Wish was Here-Well missed,"-Amy-"One of A Kind," Winehouse.
©Wired6. 28/9/2022.
#loneliness
#courage
#forgiveness
#disappointment
#apathy
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Sep 2022 10:04pm
28th Sep 2022 10:04pm
Beating Up Dead Horses
So you want to beat this dead horse till you’re all hoarse?
Go ahead and be my guest
I thought this case was closed but I guess your forgot so…
Get it off your chest
again
and
again
I mean it’s exhausting watching you go around in circles
Let alone the isolation, it’s becoming quite the predicament
You’re slowly putting yourself in loneliness unknowingly
And when you find all the emptiness it’ll be your detriment
Perhaps you’re not ready to let go of the hate and hurt
It’s as if it...
Go ahead and be my guest
I thought this case was closed but I guess your forgot so…
Get it off your chest
again
and
again
I mean it’s exhausting watching you go around in circles
Let alone the isolation, it’s becoming quite the predicament
You’re slowly putting yourself in loneliness unknowingly
And when you find all the emptiness it’ll be your detriment
Perhaps you’re not ready to let go of the hate and hurt
It’s as if it...
#sadness
#hope
#emptiness #apathy
#emptiness #apathy
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Wired6
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 11:51pm
26th Sep 2022 11:51pm
What's On Your Mind?
Sitting comfortably,
With Tony by my side.
I love the feel of his small, heated body,
Pressed against my thigh.
Quite suddenly,
I'm startled by a voice.
Coming from the "Alexa" device
The voice sings 2 me-
"I Put A Spell On You."
But I'm not sure who the voice belongs 2.
He's trying 2 tell me something,
Something,I just won't like.
He's rarely direct,
When there's something on his mind.
I'm more intrigued by the voice,
Now imbedded in my psyche.
But I'm not gonna ask him ...
With Tony by my side.
I love the feel of his small, heated body,
Pressed against my thigh.
Quite suddenly,
I'm startled by a voice.
Coming from the "Alexa" device
The voice sings 2 me-
"I Put A Spell On You."
But I'm not sure who the voice belongs 2.
He's trying 2 tell me something,
Something,I just won't like.
He's rarely direct,
When there's something on his mind.
I'm more intrigued by the voice,
Now imbedded in my psyche.
But I'm not gonna ask him ...
#anxiety
#rejection
#frustration
#apathy
#bittersweet
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Wired6
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 12:03pm
26th Sep 2022 12:03pm
StrawBerry Mistakes.
Consumed by strawberry mistakes,
The length,
Width,
And depth.
Is a colossal,tangible energy.
Selecting,
Electing,
Selecting,the few.
Embrace shocked people's Sensibilities.
©Wired6. 25/9/2022.
The length,
Width,
And depth.
Is a colossal,tangible energy.
Selecting,
Electing,
Selecting,the few.
Embrace shocked people's Sensibilities.
©Wired6. 25/9/2022.
#sadness
#apathy
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CarrionCrow44
Poem Published
25th Sep 2022 6:48pm
25th Sep 2022 6:48pm
Bone Man
Done in a flash
Exit out the back door
Dodging arrows in a gold mine
White flag gone red
Gunslinging all night
So I’m up with the blood moon
Already turning like a dime
I’m just fast enough
It’s a sure thing
An off again, on again
Don’t you know I’m the enemy
It’s a death kiss
The hollow point bullet
A silver blade goes in between
I’m here today
But gone on the next
One more hello and goodbye
Dragons in Mexico
They twist like coiled snakes
Loyal until coin runs dry ...
Exit out the back door
Dodging arrows in a gold mine
White flag gone red
Gunslinging all night
So I’m up with the blood moon
Already turning like a dime
I’m just fast enough
It’s a sure thing
An off again, on again
Don’t you know I’m the enemy
It’s a death kiss
The hollow point bullet
A silver blade goes in between
I’m here today
But gone on the next
One more hello and goodbye
Dragons in Mexico
They twist like coiled snakes
Loyal until coin runs dry ...
#apathy
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1 Comment
SeaMiser_MC
zzz
zzz
Poem Published
25th Sep 2022 00:53am
25th Sep 2022 00:53am
81
Every cell in my body
trappped in a knife fight
my love of life is broken
nightmares in the night
sweatily awoken
from a material sleep
now my vision is swarming
with rat like-monkeys
trading the trees for streets
littering the world in receipts
everything is off
smells funky
and when night comes
something I try to summon
so I don't have to see
another sun as it etches
this horrible vision
continuously into me
my imagination stretches
trying to find new reasons
to see more seasons
this...
trappped in a knife fight
my love of life is broken
nightmares in the night
sweatily awoken
from a material sleep
now my vision is swarming
with rat like-monkeys
trading the trees for streets
littering the world in receipts
everything is off
smells funky
and when night comes
something I try to summon
so I don't have to see
another sun as it etches
this horrible vision
continuously into me
my imagination stretches
trying to find new reasons
to see more seasons
this...
#emptiness
#nightmares
#apathy
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oskar
Poem Published
24th Sep 2022 10:42am
24th Sep 2022 10:42am
the boy, padre and the abess
The boy, the padre and the abbess.
The padre hung in the bell fry the boy didn’t know
at the time, the padre was his father; this once proud man
reduced to a pathetic shadow of himself.
The old woman, he didn’t call her mother, told him before
she died of a tragic love story.
When the abbess was young, she was swiftly sent away
when returning, she was pale and drawn and spent her life
in prayers and meditation, asking God’s forgiveness.
She had sinned, but the truth had to be a hidden mystery.
With the help of her God, her sin was seen...
The padre hung in the bell fry the boy didn’t know
at the time, the padre was his father; this once proud man
reduced to a pathetic shadow of himself.
The old woman, he didn’t call her mother, told him before
she died of a tragic love story.
When the abbess was young, she was swiftly sent away
when returning, she was pale and drawn and spent her life
in prayers and meditation, asking God’s forgiveness.
She had sinned, but the truth had to be a hidden mystery.
With the help of her God, her sin was seen...
#breakup
#betrayal
#apathy #bittersweet
#apathy #bittersweet
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oskar
Poem Published
24th Sep 2022 10:30am
24th Sep 2022 10:30am
the boy,the padre and the abbess
The boy, the padre and the abbess.
The padre hung in the bell fry the boy didn’t know
at the time, the padre was his father; this once proud man
reduced to a pathetic shadow of himself.
The old woman, he didn’t call her mother, told him before
she died of a tragic love story.
When the abbess was young, she was swiftly sent away
when returning, she was pale and drawn and spent her life
in prayers and meditation, asking God’s forgiveness.
She had sinned, but the truth had to be a hidden mystery.
With the help of her God, her sin was seen...
The padre hung in the bell fry the boy didn’t know
at the time, the padre was his father; this once proud man
reduced to a pathetic shadow of himself.
The old woman, he didn’t call her mother, told him before
she died of a tragic love story.
When the abbess was young, she was swiftly sent away
when returning, she was pale and drawn and spent her life
in prayers and meditation, asking God’s forgiveness.
She had sinned, but the truth had to be a hidden mystery.
With the help of her God, her sin was seen...
#anger
#breakup
#betrayal
#apathy
#bittersweet
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