Poems About Apathy Seeking Honest Critique
#apathy
Poems about apathy seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
The best place to cry
2/30 NaPo write
When the station wagon parks
with its tire tight on my chest
and the dragons that should be
asleep have all refused to rest.
If all the lonely syllables need to stay unsaid
when I can't form a feeling for your words,
then throw a blanket over questions in our bed,
this colour draws attention from the herd.
Then I will put my dishes in to soak
detergent helps me disperse my lies,
and choke beneath the fishes as they float,
as I'm washed up and left to drain then dry.
When the station wagon parks
with its tire tight on my chest
and the dragons that should be
asleep have all refused to rest.
If all the lonely syllables need to stay unsaid
when I can't form a feeling for your words,
then throw a blanket over questions in our bed,
this colour draws attention from the herd.
Then I will put my dishes in to soak
detergent helps me disperse my lies,
and choke beneath the fishes as they float,
as I'm washed up and left to drain then dry.
#anxiety
#depression
#apathy
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Blissful Illiteracy
I had twelve years old, and dreams so young
Dreamed To be a future poet as life was so long
I had twenty two, and dreams even younger
Yearned for poems written when getting older
I had thirty three, dreams started to land
They started to slow down, when ascend
Then forty four, dreams stopped to soar
Shoulder weighed down by the loads i bore
Now past fifty, dreams are only winged words
Lazing like those birds hovering above the herds
And then, i envy those care free sleepy...
Dreamed To be a future poet as life was so long
I had twenty two, and dreams even younger
Yearned for poems written when getting older
I had thirty three, dreams started to land
They started to slow down, when ascend
Then forty four, dreams stopped to soar
Shoulder weighed down by the loads i bore
Now past fifty, dreams are only winged words
Lazing like those birds hovering above the herds
And then, i envy those care free sleepy...
#sadness
#anxiety
#rejection
#emptiness
#apathy
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Oracularity
The French gave us the word cliché
and so to honor Gallic grace
let's urge cliché to be passe
so no more discourse will debase
from any verse or any pen
where some foreseeable trauma
repeats its ugly life again
to flare into a melodrama,
or kindle more calamity
with ideation raised anew
antipodal to amity
which most of us already knew...
but still would not associate
a lack of tact with repeat fate.
and so to honor Gallic grace
let's urge cliché to be passe
so no more discourse will debase
from any verse or any pen
where some foreseeable trauma
repeats its ugly life again
to flare into a melodrama,
or kindle more calamity
with ideation raised anew
antipodal to amity
which most of us already knew...
but still would not associate
a lack of tact with repeat fate.
#anxiety
#suffering
#apathy
#choices
#PersonalGrowth
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#22
I am standing on the threshold.
The threshold to a new hell.
This one's got the blue fire,
From this one there's a way out, yet I remain still.
There is a path I think, leading to a place full of calm exhalations.
But,
I don't like the green,
I don't want the gold.
I think I need the blue.
Maybe black will do.
This place's tried and true,
At least so I've been told.
Just hate being seen.
That's all.
I am standing on the threshold,
The threshold to a new hell.
It is getting kind of cold here, ...
The threshold to a new hell.
This one's got the blue fire,
From this one there's a way out, yet I remain still.
There is a path I think, leading to a place full of calm exhalations.
But,
I don't like the green,
I don't want the gold.
I think I need the blue.
Maybe black will do.
This place's tried and true,
At least so I've been told.
Just hate being seen.
That's all.
I am standing on the threshold,
The threshold to a new hell.
It is getting kind of cold here, ...
#grief
#hell
#apathy
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Waking up in nowhere
Woke to a howling wind this morning
threw on a flannel and my work pants
out the front door up to the coffee shop
cold stings my fingers like a sliver into the quick
sit down at the big table full of grey and despair
talking about a world that passed us by
while we waited for it to bow
blame it on the ones we left in charge
then raged that they never wanted change
the dollar store sucks up our money like a vacuum
we attack the folks chasing the dream
Annette comes by refills my cup
i wonder to myself maybe we should do...
threw on a flannel and my work pants
out the front door up to the coffee shop
cold stings my fingers like a sliver into the quick
sit down at the big table full of grey and despair
talking about a world that passed us by
while we waited for it to bow
blame it on the ones we left in charge
then raged that they never wanted change
the dollar store sucks up our money like a vacuum
we attack the folks chasing the dream
Annette comes by refills my cup
i wonder to myself maybe we should do...
#depression
#grief
#apathy
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Random Words
Finally, i can now write poetry
I feel free, no shackles around me
The cares are less, and more is the sense
The stream of thoughts, at large roaming
Finally, my head is empty, i am Illiterate
Like a shepherd who never read a line from Poe..
Like a blank mind, with no regrets
Or a sad broken heart, with no sorrow
I am void, and devoid of any fly
That may disturb my tranquility
My mind is bent on vagrant thinking
Reveries of a pure sanity or even insanity
I am floating in...
I feel free, no shackles around me
The cares are less, and more is the sense
The stream of thoughts, at large roaming
Finally, my head is empty, i am Illiterate
Like a shepherd who never read a line from Poe..
Like a blank mind, with no regrets
Or a sad broken heart, with no sorrow
I am void, and devoid of any fly
That may disturb my tranquility
My mind is bent on vagrant thinking
Reveries of a pure sanity or even insanity
I am floating in...
#loneliness
#frustration
#emptiness
#apathy
#boredom
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Over and over
sometimes,
in the search for pleasure,
everything we find
It's a bucket full of shit.
and the sewer of feelings
runs like a river of lava
and nothing washes the insides
of the one I thought I loved.
and the torrential rain in free fall
like piss in sweet urinals
no care, no cleanliness... with no body.
and the bread that the devil kneaded
and the hand that no one held like that
and the blood, flows, flows... the blood
apparently the blood runs into the river.
sometimes after much searching ...
in the search for pleasure,
everything we find
It's a bucket full of shit.
and the sewer of feelings
runs like a river of lava
and nothing washes the insides
of the one I thought I loved.
and the torrential rain in free fall
like piss in sweet urinals
no care, no cleanliness... with no body.
and the bread that the devil kneaded
and the hand that no one held like that
and the blood, flows, flows... the blood
apparently the blood runs into the river.
sometimes after much searching ...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#apathy
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little jack horner grew up
bloke in the pub buys a pint
and a sandwich, sits in the corner, looks at his newspaper, wonders
if this is all there is to his life
and a sandwich, sits in the corner, looks at his newspaper, wonders
if this is all there is to his life
#apathy
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Riding The Wave Until It Crashes
Pieces of me.
Pieces of he,
evaporating.
We are not the same, things have changed.
All about me
never about he.
Unblinking, unthinking, rapidly sinking.
Falling into a sea of me
leaving he, far behind.
Pieces of he,
evaporating.
We are not the same, things have changed.
All about me
never about he.
Unblinking, unthinking, rapidly sinking.
Falling into a sea of me
leaving he, far behind.
#water
#unicorns
#apathy
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Where is 964?
If I melt these metal cuffs
and put them in your mouth ...
...you'll visit Hell!
Raw wheat... raw rice and raw eggs...
...make them rot away...
By putting them in your mouth.
and put them in your mouth ...
...you'll visit Hell!
Raw wheat... raw rice and raw eggs...
...make them rot away...
By putting them in your mouth.
#anger
#regret
#apathy
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Who Cares?
And you torture yourself without reason
Who ever cares if you are the naive victim
The only scape-goat for all the world's evil
You torture yourself, just try to reason;
You cry out on much milk, well past spilled
You think your pain will never be healed
Like you bear Adams and Eve first ever guilt
Doomed to suffer, your fate has been sealed
Too much complaining, your own skin slashing
Self-torturing, moaning about the heart-breaking
As if life only around love must be spinning
Devil may care , he even might not be...
Who ever cares if you are the naive victim
The only scape-goat for all the world's evil
You torture yourself, just try to reason;
You cry out on much milk, well past spilled
You think your pain will never be healed
Like you bear Adams and Eve first ever guilt
Doomed to suffer, your fate has been sealed
Too much complaining, your own skin slashing
Self-torturing, moaning about the heart-breaking
As if life only around love must be spinning
Devil may care , he even might not be...
#anxiety
#hate
#heartbroken
#disappointment
#apathy
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Social Awareness
We have contrived far too long
Disregarding far too much
Responsibility long overdue
We have abandoned far too long
Assuming far too much
Hoping our cluelessness will see us through
We have hated far too long
Hurting far too much
Feelings of compassion stripped away
We have followed far too long
Denying far too much
Responsibility has gone astray
We have accused for far too long
Condemning far too much
Never really able to accept
We have suspected far too long
Distrusting far too much
Our distaste...
Disregarding far too much
Responsibility long overdue
We have abandoned far too long
Assuming far too much
Hoping our cluelessness will see us through
We have hated far too long
Hurting far too much
Feelings of compassion stripped away
We have followed far too long
Denying far too much
Responsibility has gone astray
We have accused for far too long
Condemning far too much
Never really able to accept
We have suspected far too long
Distrusting far too much
Our distaste...
#LifeStruggles
#CallToAction
#disappointment #apathy
#disappointment #apathy
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