Least Read Poems About Apathy
#apathy
Least read poems about apathy. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
oskar
Poem Published
29th Jun 2022 12:20pm
29th Jun 2022 12:20pm
the end
The ending
A slag heap collapsed with the speed of a Mercedes
with two batteries hurtling down a motorway in
an industrial landscape, grey as a Vera’s lonely life
amid crime and poverty.
On a night like this, how is it possible not to despair
battling a mass of sluggish dreams of endless harms
in a world bent on nuclear destruction.
A slag heap collapsed with the speed of a Mercedes
with two batteries hurtling down a motorway in
an industrial landscape, grey as a Vera’s lonely life
amid crime and poverty.
On a night like this, how is it possible not to despair
battling a mass of sluggish dreams of endless harms
in a world bent on nuclear destruction.
#anger
#apathy
#bittersweet
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LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
29th Sep 2021 3:52pm
29th Sep 2021 3:52pm
Cast Upon Love’s Pyre (Nonet)
slipping past the guards of apathy
I steal your cool indifference,
casting it upon Love’s pyre
lest we remain frozen;
I give my heart’s key
to lock away
your cold feet,
tempting
fate
I steal your cool indifference,
casting it upon Love’s pyre
lest we remain frozen;
I give my heart’s key
to lock away
your cold feet,
tempting
fate
#love
#apathy
#sacrifice
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archie23
Poem Published
17th Jun 2022 12:17pm
17th Jun 2022 12:17pm
BLOOD BUTTER BATTLE BATON
#anger
#dark
#apathy
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Elenore
Poem Published
19th Jun 2022 6:45pm
19th Jun 2022 6:45pm
Flat Lining
I feel like I'm beyond love.
Beyond any emotional response.
No more sensations.
No more warmth.
Just empty.
Nothing.
My essence is flat.
No question.
No answer.
No surrender.
Will I be there from yesterday?
Will I be here for tomorrow?
When will it happen?
When will it return?
Should I wait?
Where will I be?
I’m hungry.
Beyond any emotional response.
No more sensations.
No more warmth.
Just empty.
Nothing.
My essence is flat.
No question.
No answer.
No surrender.
Will I be there from yesterday?
Will I be here for tomorrow?
When will it happen?
When will it return?
Should I wait?
Where will I be?
I’m hungry.
#apathy
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oskar
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 9:22am
26th Jun 2022 9:22am
a new home
A new home
Waiting to go home to my house in Algarve, 30 years after
the Berlin wall fell with the blessing of Russia, in case you forgot.
In the meantime, more walls were constructed mainly in Israel,
stopping Palestinians wanting to home, we dislike talking about
This is because of the political Holocaust.
The wall between the house and me, old to age, to live life deep
in the Paradis.
The Chinse wall is a tourist attraction, the ugly Israel walls will
one day is building material.
There are many unseen walls among classes the rich...
Waiting to go home to my house in Algarve, 30 years after
the Berlin wall fell with the blessing of Russia, in case you forgot.
In the meantime, more walls were constructed mainly in Israel,
stopping Palestinians wanting to home, we dislike talking about
This is because of the political Holocaust.
The wall between the house and me, old to age, to live life deep
in the Paradis.
The Chinse wall is a tourist attraction, the ugly Israel walls will
one day is building material.
There are many unseen walls among classes the rich...
#anger
#breakup
#betrayal
#apathy
#bittersweet
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oskar
Poem Published
5th Jun 2022 1:00pm
5th Jun 2022 1:00pm
inert tarn
An inert tarn
In the pond of pleasant memories, a duckling paddled
like an unwanted thought of a spring wedding in Brussel.
Flat stones skipped on the pond in the night, quacked
refused to spit out half-chewed toothpicks forgotten.
Expel the duck and send it abroad to the Saragossa Sea
to a shadowy barren island in the stream
where the monster Amnesia lives; you must be warned
keep away if the ogre gets hold of you, it will not eat
the unwanted, but also the memory of those you loved.
In the pond of pleasant memories, a duckling paddled
like an unwanted thought of a spring wedding in Brussel.
Flat stones skipped on the pond in the night, quacked
refused to spit out half-chewed toothpicks forgotten.
Expel the duck and send it abroad to the Saragossa Sea
to a shadowy barren island in the stream
where the monster Amnesia lives; you must be warned
keep away if the ogre gets hold of you, it will not eat
the unwanted, but also the memory of those you loved.
#anxiety
#addiction
#apathy
#diabetes
#Autism
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archie23
Poem Published
21st Jun 2022 10:37am
21st Jun 2022 10:37am
A PERFECT GAME
A PERFECT GAME\
Sometimes everyone looks like
bowling pins to me. Pushing the
carts, I'm a FUCKING FREIGHT TRAIN
Get the Fuck out of my way, you
tiny cluster of bowling pins....
For I am about to score
.....A perfect game....
Sometimes everyone looks like
bowling pins to me. Pushing the
carts, I'm a FUCKING FREIGHT TRAIN
Get the Fuck out of my way, you
tiny cluster of bowling pins....
For I am about to score
.....A perfect game....
#anger
#frustration
#apathy
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3 Comments
johnnyscarlotti
Poem Published
10th Jun 2022 5:37pm
10th Jun 2022 5:37pm
Yard Work
#hate
#dark
#emptiness #apathy
#emptiness #apathy
42 reads
2 Comments
Wired6
Poem Published
17th Jun 2022 8:33pm
17th Jun 2022 8:33pm
Suspended In Mid Air.
And so they've gone 2 bed,
Now what do we do!
Its been so long,
Since we've done the "do"
I sit on the 3 seater,
You sit on your chair,
These are the habits,
We fulfill year after year.
Tonight,for some reason,
You decide 2 get up from your chair,
And proceed 2 join me,
On my 3 seater chair.
Before the closeness,
Before we can share,
A touch that's been needed,
Year after year.
They rush into the corners,
Then jump onto the 3...
Now what do we do!
Its been so long,
Since we've done the "do"
I sit on the 3 seater,
You sit on your chair,
These are the habits,
We fulfill year after year.
Tonight,for some reason,
You decide 2 get up from your chair,
And proceed 2 join me,
On my 3 seater chair.
Before the closeness,
Before we can share,
A touch that's been needed,
Year after year.
They rush into the corners,
Then jump onto the 3...
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness
#frustration
#apathy
42 reads
4 Comments
TheMonsterfromHe11
Poem Published
14th Jun 2022 2:10am
14th Jun 2022 2:10am
A Monster with No Name
I'm particularly selective when it comes to enacting my hateful disposition.
Those who truly go passed the boundary, are immediately cut off and never contacted again. I've never reversed this rule, I seek no company that seems blatantly degrade full to my evolution. I don't negotiate with those select few, there's no real reason to disrespect my personal guidelines. I don't particularly care for the excuses either as a means to pin blame on something or someone else as a means to avoid accountability and repercussions. Nothing redeems a irredeemable individuals who resembles the...
Those who truly go passed the boundary, are immediately cut off and never contacted again. I've never reversed this rule, I seek no company that seems blatantly degrade full to my evolution. I don't negotiate with those select few, there's no real reason to disrespect my personal guidelines. I don't particularly care for the excuses either as a means to pin blame on something or someone else as a means to avoid accountability and repercussions. Nothing redeems a irredeemable individuals who resembles the...
#dark
#evil
#scary
#monsters
#apathy
44 reads
oskar
Poem Published
12th Jun 2022 11:21am
12th Jun 2022 11:21am
ship of ages
The ship of ages
It was a hot afternoon when the big bulk carrier left a harbour
at the coast of Bengal bound for Sidney (Australia)
with a cargo of scrap iron from ships that once had ploughed
the many seas, alas too slow in our modern time.
Somewhere in the Indian ocean, the sea separated and
the bulk carrier fell into a timeless zone where life repeated
itself endlessly; the cook is making soup, the captain is
reading a map of the oceans’ great currents.
150 years passed convulsion in the time zone. and the ship
was back on the sea’s...
It was a hot afternoon when the big bulk carrier left a harbour
at the coast of Bengal bound for Sidney (Australia)
with a cargo of scrap iron from ships that once had ploughed
the many seas, alas too slow in our modern time.
Somewhere in the Indian ocean, the sea separated and
the bulk carrier fell into a timeless zone where life repeated
itself endlessly; the cook is making soup, the captain is
reading a map of the oceans’ great currents.
150 years passed convulsion in the time zone. and the ship
was back on the sea’s...
#anxiety
#confusion
#apathy
#boredom
#bittersweet
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Wired6
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 7:02pm
26th Jun 2022 7:02pm
A Surface Scratch.
I wish I was P.E.R.F.E.C.T,
In the deepness of your E.Y.E.S.
Your eyes,
The D.E.E.P.N.E.S.S of your E.Y.E.S.
I'm T.I.R.E.D of blaming others,
When really its my L.I.F.E.
We can't help
Who we choose,
2 B.E,
2 B.E.
2 B.E
2 B.E,
Yep,that's M.E.
What will it take 2 B.E
P.E.R.F.E.C.T I.N Y.O.U.R E.Y.E.S.
©25/6/2022.Wired6.
In the deepness of your E.Y.E.S.
Your eyes,
The D.E.E.P.N.E.S.S of your E.Y.E.S.
I'm T.I.R.E.D of blaming others,
When really its my L.I.F.E.
We can't help
Who we choose,
2 B.E,
2 B.E.
2 B.E
2 B.E,
Yep,that's M.E.
What will it take 2 B.E
P.E.R.F.E.C.T I.N Y.O.U.R E.Y.E.S.
©25/6/2022.Wired6.
#sadness
#regret
#rejection
#frustration
#apathy
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Apathy
