Least Read Poems About Apathy
#apathy
Least read poems about apathy. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
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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rubyredheart
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2022 4:09am
23rd Jul 2022 4:09am
Fallen
Filled to bursting and breaking with empty
I clamor for words in the dark of night
No stream of thought to be found
Just this sadness swirling round & round
I’m stuck in an endless maze—no escape in sight
So full of little marble nothingnesses
Tripping & slipping my steps
’til I’ve stumbled & fallen more than progressed
To no particular end
The shattered sun fallen in my path
Cuts my crawling hands
& Slices the light from my eyes
Yet I continue to inch along,
hearing mirages of sound
Whisperings bidding me...
I clamor for words in the dark of night
No stream of thought to be found
Just this sadness swirling round & round
I’m stuck in an endless maze—no escape in sight
So full of little marble nothingnesses
Tripping & slipping my steps
’til I’ve stumbled & fallen more than progressed
To no particular end
The shattered sun fallen in my path
Cuts my crawling hands
& Slices the light from my eyes
Yet I continue to inch along,
hearing mirages of sound
Whisperings bidding me...
#despair
#apathy
29 reads
Sonneteer
L Robinson
L Robinson
Poem Published
27th Aug 2022 6:30pm
27th Aug 2022 6:30pm
Riches to Rags in Retrospect
To think self wronged by fate was once so sweet,
imagined place in vanguard of those right,
each loss perceived small setback in just fight,
proud boast of laying blame at others feet.
But then to realise the self-deceit,
an actual role as vanguard of the blight,
the deeds of whom just loathing should incite,
the shame of shouldering the blame complete.
Such stark reversal in objective worth
remains the rocket fuel of Hollywood -
recasting fortunes forms escapist dream.
And yet a fall from stars to sordid earth ...
imagined place in vanguard of those right,
each loss perceived small setback in just fight,
proud boast of laying blame at others feet.
But then to realise the self-deceit,
an actual role as vanguard of the blight,
the deeds of whom just loathing should incite,
the shame of shouldering the blame complete.
Such stark reversal in objective worth
remains the rocket fuel of Hollywood -
recasting fortunes forms escapist dream.
And yet a fall from stars to sordid earth ...
#memories
#consumerism
#acceptance
#nostalgia
#apathy
31 reads
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
13th Aug 2022 00:57am
13th Aug 2022 00:57am
update your fibs
hadn’t been a film extra in the nineteen fifties and sixties, but that’s what he told his grandkids, of course, couldn’t care less
#apathy
41 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
18th Sep 2022 1:29pm
18th Sep 2022 1:29pm
political verses
Political verses
They came and looked.
Assaulted the dwellers
We preferred blindness
The winner robs all
Apartheid normalized
Slowly we see horror
They murder the holly.
That insists on surviving.
The pure outpace evil.
They came and looked.
Assaulted the dwellers
We preferred blindness
The winner robs all
Apartheid normalized
Slowly we see horror
They murder the holly.
That insists on surviving.
The pure outpace evil.
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#bittersweet
42 reads
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
21st Sep 2022 1:05am
21st Sep 2022 1:05am
Crime novels
That is all I read....for enjoyment
For self-deep-search
Into the abyss of my messed-up being.
I really do not care for mind-boggling twists
And the oftentimes convoluted élucubrations
Of the oh so knowledgeable literature critics
Who will analyze texts to death.
I like to read for pleasure, not pain....
Not even Crime and Punishment
And yet, sometimes I pick up a crime novel
And glance at the comments of praise on the back cover.
Sometimes. But rarely. For they are, of course, selling points.
They can one-sided of course
And...
For self-deep-search
Into the abyss of my messed-up being.
I really do not care for mind-boggling twists
And the oftentimes convoluted élucubrations
Of the oh so knowledgeable literature critics
Who will analyze texts to death.
I like to read for pleasure, not pain....
Not even Crime and Punishment
And yet, sometimes I pick up a crime novel
And glance at the comments of praise on the back cover.
Sometimes. But rarely. For they are, of course, selling points.
They can one-sided of course
And...
#frustration
#disappointment
#apathy
42 reads
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Vampyre497
Poem Published
20th Sep 2022 5:29pm
20th Sep 2022 5:29pm
Fights of Fancy
Maggots are errors, dying alone; The devil comes, throat of the throne
Gasping for breath, praying to god; Remember sins, bullshit facade
Nothing exists to support your losing; Never fulfill dirty amusing
Stay allied, never look outside; Hide your fears, abide false tide
My slow-gun slogan has run its wind; Live to sing, cry up to sin
Blind and hide my soulful kind; Repeat to eat your alien mind
Fade to gray with my gavel play; Penitent heat, or so they say
Plead for mercy from hell above; Like to imagine yourself the dove
I’m stuck in a...
Gasping for breath, praying to god; Remember sins, bullshit facade
Nothing exists to support your losing; Never fulfill dirty amusing
Stay allied, never look outside; Hide your fears, abide false tide
My slow-gun slogan has run its wind; Live to sing, cry up to sin
Blind and hide my soulful kind; Repeat to eat your alien mind
Fade to gray with my gavel play; Penitent heat, or so they say
Plead for mercy from hell above; Like to imagine yourself the dove
I’m stuck in a...
#politics
#frustration
#disappointment #apathy
#disappointment #apathy
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michaelslove2
Poem Published
18th Aug 2022 9:25am
18th Aug 2022 9:25am
The Zone
The Zone
In a zone where the moon is pinkish-red
and trees speak in Mandarin
chuckles come from somewhere deep within the forest.
Here there is no time and there are no seasons.
Here it is unchanging.
People walk, zoned, and converse in monotone,
some staying together in groups.
Others go the the edge of the water.
Some just stand and look at nothing.
Some to walk into the water to forever disappear.
Some really have no clue.
Here and there one may see a comet or a meteor streak the night sky.
Some may...
In a zone where the moon is pinkish-red
and trees speak in Mandarin
chuckles come from somewhere deep within the forest.
Here there is no time and there are no seasons.
Here it is unchanging.
People walk, zoned, and converse in monotone,
some staying together in groups.
Others go the the edge of the water.
Some just stand and look at nothing.
Some to walk into the water to forever disappear.
Some really have no clue.
Here and there one may see a comet or a meteor streak the night sky.
Some may...
#dark
#emptiness
#apathy
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Academic
Poem Published
19th Sep 2022 12:19pm
19th Sep 2022 12:19pm
Endlich auf Wiedersehen Liz! At least there's now a universal consensus that you're actually dead!
By Stanley Collymore
I just don't understand all this
crudely exaggerated fawning
as if the Windsors belong to
a species apart from the rest of us.
All I can detect is that it's distinctly
important to them, their asininely
nepotistic beneficiaries and vilely
gullible serfs to undeniably keep
fostering that quite nonsensical
idea, else people generally may
quite logically start to question
what qualifications, and fitting
experience, all these distinctly
unelected individuals...
I just don't understand all this
crudely exaggerated fawning
as if the Windsors belong to
a species apart from the rest of us.
All I can detect is that it's distinctly
important to them, their asininely
nepotistic beneficiaries and vilely
gullible serfs to undeniably keep
fostering that quite nonsensical
idea, else people generally may
quite logically start to question
what qualifications, and fitting
experience, all these distinctly
unelected individuals...
#emptiness
#apathy
#boredom
44 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2022 8:36am
2nd Jul 2022 8:36am
a port i Italy
A port in Italy
Livorno was a dark town with sparse light that appeared Russian
at an open place with many trucks and many women milling about
I paid one she bent over the bonnet of a car
did this to relieve the boredom and the onset of depression.
When the deed was done, I walked to a restaurant and bought
a bottle of wine, it was surprisingly good, probably Russian
I do not care for Italian wine.
The woman followed me, wanted wine also, said I was gentle.
After two bottles, she said she loved me.
When she went into the loo. I jumped...
Livorno was a dark town with sparse light that appeared Russian
at an open place with many trucks and many women milling about
I paid one she bent over the bonnet of a car
did this to relieve the boredom and the onset of depression.
When the deed was done, I walked to a restaurant and bought
a bottle of wine, it was surprisingly good, probably Russian
I do not care for Italian wine.
The woman followed me, wanted wine also, said I was gentle.
After two bottles, she said she loved me.
When she went into the loo. I jumped...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #boredom
#apathy #boredom
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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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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
30th Aug 2022 2:22am
30th Aug 2022 2:22am
So it is
The young man asks questions to young women
His friend holds the camera, recording.
First Q: would you sleep with a guy for a billion dollars
(Not a million, not ten)
Immediate yes. No qualms, nothing.
He asks of another: what is important in a guy?
Answer: money. Then (some) good looks.
Such are the ways of the world.
Money and sex rule.
His friend holds the camera, recording.
First Q: would you sleep with a guy for a billion dollars
(Not a million, not ten)
Immediate yes. No qualms, nothing.
He asks of another: what is important in a guy?
Answer: money. Then (some) good looks.
Such are the ways of the world.
Money and sex rule.
#sadness
#apathy
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Apathy
