Poems About Apathy Seeking Friendly Advice
#apathy
Poems about apathy seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
oskar
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 9:43am
23rd Jan 2022 9:43am
cold weather
Cold weather front
A few good days fooled us the cold weather returned we thought it was
early spring. I worried about my almond tree has its buds had been damaged
and will not bloom and strews petals on the lane,
the illusion of frost, the princes in the tower saw in the fairy tale.
The fire in the grate is exuding warmth the dog no one owns snoozes in a chair,
no, the heart to throw it out
I’m not a tree hugger, but give trees a friendly slap
a sucker for the down and out bought a chicken for a Roma women
begging outside, the guard...
A few good days fooled us the cold weather returned we thought it was
early spring. I worried about my almond tree has its buds had been damaged
and will not bloom and strews petals on the lane,
the illusion of frost, the princes in the tower saw in the fairy tale.
The fire in the grate is exuding warmth the dog no one owns snoozes in a chair,
no, the heart to throw it out
I’m not a tree hugger, but give trees a friendly slap
a sucker for the down and out bought a chicken for a Roma women
begging outside, the guard...
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#apathy
#diabetes
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 6:23am
23rd Jan 2022 6:23am
Celtic Dawn
Celtic Dawn was the CD I played
when I was new to Arizona
when I moved into a sports-themed bedroom
in a weird guy's house
and took down the golf and football pictures
replacing them with pretty things
i spilled geranium nail polish
on the newly white tiled bathroom floor
perhaps on purpose
i played the comforting, foreign songs
like a soundtrack to a forgotten lifetime
when my small room became my cave
when fragrant lemons warmed by the sun
dropped lazily from the trees
near the pool
with a rusted ladder at the...
when I was new to Arizona
when I moved into a sports-themed bedroom
in a weird guy's house
and took down the golf and football pictures
replacing them with pretty things
i spilled geranium nail polish
on the newly white tiled bathroom floor
perhaps on purpose
i played the comforting, foreign songs
like a soundtrack to a forgotten lifetime
when my small room became my cave
when fragrant lemons warmed by the sun
dropped lazily from the trees
near the pool
with a rusted ladder at the...
#loneliness
#music
#emptiness #apathy
#emptiness #apathy
49 reads
4 Comments
Swan37
Poem Published
20th Jan 2022 6:43pm
20th Jan 2022 6:43pm
Looking down
Looking down on people is my favorite game
The rules are simple, just look down your nose and watch them turn red with shame
Just say something mean and watch them hurt
Act like you're the best even though you think you're the worst
Use that acid in your voice because maybe it can make you feel a little bit better or like you matter
Whichever one you prefer
Looking down on people can be your new favorite hobby
Just be careful not to cross a line so you don't have to say you're sorry
The rules are simple, just look down your nose and watch them turn red with shame
Just say something mean and watch them hurt
Act like you're the best even though you think you're the worst
Use that acid in your voice because maybe it can make you feel a little bit better or like you matter
Whichever one you prefer
Looking down on people can be your new favorite hobby
Just be careful not to cross a line so you don't have to say you're sorry
#bullying
#honesty
#PowerOfWords
#apathy
#vulnerability
29 reads
2 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
17th Jan 2022 3:14am
17th Jan 2022 3:14am
Mounting the Assault
Mounting the Assault
The pattern
Continues:
Oh, Baby.
Oh, oh, oh.
Yes. Do me.
Oh, Ralph,
You're the King.
Buys stuff.
Treats like
Candy.
Then,
Fuck you.
Better luck
Alone.
Then:
Help!
Neediness.
Helps,
Gives mouth
To mouth.
Then:
Get lost,
Loser.
Hmmmm.
Okay
Then.
Hey,
Where
Are you?
Silence.
Walks off.
Distancing.
Don't
Be hurt.
Just kidding. ...
The pattern
Continues:
Oh, Baby.
Oh, oh, oh.
Yes. Do me.
Oh, Ralph,
You're the King.
Buys stuff.
Treats like
Candy.
Then,
Fuck you.
Better luck
Alone.
Then:
Help!
Neediness.
Helps,
Gives mouth
To mouth.
Then:
Get lost,
Loser.
Hmmmm.
Okay
Then.
Hey,
Where
Are you?
Silence.
Walks off.
Distancing.
Don't
Be hurt.
Just kidding. ...
#rejection
#denial
#emptiness
#apathy
#boredom
93 reads
2 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
13th Dec 2021 10:46am
13th Dec 2021 10:46am
jerry can aronist
just
imagine
the horror show
strolling
through the forest
jerry can in hand
at one
with mother nature
whisperimg trees
singing birds
a sweet soundtrack
to the walking dead
heavy with life
no more
contemplation
the time is NOW
or it will
never be
kneel quietly
in a
sun spat cleating
soaked in petrol
lighter in hand
waiting to ignite
last rebellion
could be
prosecuted
for being
an arsonist
FUCK IT ...
imagine
the horror show
strolling
through the forest
jerry can in hand
at one
with mother nature
whisperimg trees
singing birds
a sweet soundtrack
to the walking dead
heavy with life
no more
contemplation
the time is NOW
or it will
never be
kneel quietly
in a
sun spat cleating
soaked in petrol
lighter in hand
waiting to ignite
last rebellion
could be
prosecuted
for being
an arsonist
FUCK IT ...
#depression
#suicide
#apathy #SelfWorth
#apathy #SelfWorth
117 reads
5 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
13th Dec 2021 9:43am
13th Dec 2021 9:43am
hospital workers
Hospital workers
It has been another busy day a lot of driving
the destination is yet another hospital that smells of despair.
Busy fat auxiliary nurse, you can hear the friction of sweaty thighs
and the smell of their vaginas.
I’m not surprised the canteen sell mostly sweet cakes and drinks
and low paid, they have no other chances.
The doctors are mostly good at their trade, but some of them
would be happier as car mechanics, if it hadn´t been
for pushy mothers wanting a son with a title.
They are jolly, the nurses on a sugar high, I...
It has been another busy day a lot of driving
the destination is yet another hospital that smells of despair.
Busy fat auxiliary nurse, you can hear the friction of sweaty thighs
and the smell of their vaginas.
I’m not surprised the canteen sell mostly sweet cakes and drinks
and low paid, they have no other chances.
The doctors are mostly good at their trade, but some of them
would be happier as car mechanics, if it hadn´t been
for pushy mothers wanting a son with a title.
They are jolly, the nurses on a sugar high, I...
#depression
#bipolar
#addiction
#apathy
#cancer
31 reads
0 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
8th Dec 2021 11:12pm
8th Dec 2021 11:12pm
Whores.
#disappointment
#emptiness
#apathy
64 reads
0 Comments
LtDansLegs
Jay.
Jay.
Poem Published
7th Dec 2021 10:03pm
7th Dec 2021 10:03pm
Nothing
broken is the soul
the plight of empty vessels
having never felt
the plight of empty vessels
having never felt
#apathy
55 reads
3 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 11:01pm
2nd Dec 2021 11:01pm
Bad call
There he was without a dime
To rob a bank would be a crime
But it was Christmas after all
So he gave his friends a call
And before the tellers they stood in line
To rob a bank would be a crime
But it was Christmas after all
So he gave his friends a call
And before the tellers they stood in line
#dark
#despair
#disappointment #apathy
#disappointment #apathy
73 reads
2 Comments
Lothbrok
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 11:51pm
24th Nov 2021 11:51pm
Spontaneous Human Consumption
I've wrestled with the bellicose dreams that have infested my nights for far longer than I had hoped, a mere breath of conscious thought between the hellish rows that envelope my sanity amongst the needed rest, has weakened me much. A chill scratches deep across my bones as for the weather's fairness bares no claws, I've welcomed a threat beneath my skull, an unwarranted and intrusive fiend sinks it's teeth deeply.
Sanity or at least what mimics such, is much like undulation, peaks and barren lands where silent desires and screaming quiets find solitude behind backdrops where...
Sanity or at least what mimics such, is much like undulation, peaks and barren lands where silent desires and screaming quiets find solitude behind backdrops where...
#anxiety
#confusion
#apathy
#boredom
#bittersweet
87 reads
1 Comment
runningturtle87
Poem Published
21st Nov 2021 12:19pm
21st Nov 2021 12:19pm
Digital Divide
Digital Divide
Panaramas
Of the place
Machines
Have bridged
Our lives
Include
Extents
From somewhere
Hence
Like bees
Within their hives.
Busied to
The point
At which
We've lost
Our human
Touch,
We sometimes
Lose
That sense
Of blues
Where loss
Of touch
Means much.
Panaramas
Of the place
Machines
Have bridged
Our lives
Include
Extents
From somewhere
Hence
Like bees
Within their hives.
Busied to
The point
At which
We've lost
Our human
Touch,
We sometimes
Lose
That sense
Of blues
Where loss
Of touch
Means much.
#denial
#emptiness
#apathy
#boredom
#bittersweet
93 reads
2 Comments
Cy
chui yee
chui yee
Poem Published
21st Nov 2021 2:39am
21st Nov 2021 2:39am
Clarity.
Allow me for a moment
A brief clarity of thought
A moment of exchange
Like a train interchange
And as the journey continues
Every passenger would sit quietly
Amidst the running machinery
And their minds screaming
What a crazy world we live in!
What a wonderful world we live in!
What a life!
What a brief clarity of thought.
Alas, shortlived.
A brief clarity of thought
A moment of exchange
Like a train interchange
And as the journey continues
Every passenger would sit quietly
Amidst the running machinery
And their minds screaming
What a crazy world we live in!
What a wonderful world we live in!
What a life!
What a brief clarity of thought.
Alas, shortlived.
#apathy
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