Long Poems About Apathy
#apathy
Long poems about apathy. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 1:07am
26th Jan 2025 1:07am
Gonna Be Me Till The End
I'm a part of a community on Reddit called twinflames. People downvoted the post I made about being disabled in my abusive mother's home and how I'm scared my twin flame, Josh may choose someone for the shallow, superficial reasons- a girl who makes him look good on paper.
The rage is flooding, erupting like the biggest volcano. It reminds me of the people who blamed me for not leaving my mom's home as if I have a better option. Group homes and independent living would suck!!!! They act like being spoiled and getting the resources I need here is bad.
Unlike others, I...
The rage is flooding, erupting like the biggest volcano. It reminds me of the people who blamed me for not leaving my mom's home as if I have a better option. Group homes and independent living would suck!!!! They act like being spoiled and getting the resources I need here is bad.
Unlike others, I...
#apathy
#dark
#hate
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Nvmb
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 00:11am
21st Jan 2025 00:11am
Ashes In My Lungs
I fell to the edge, thought I’d disappear,
But I woke to the sound of my hollow fear.
The void let me stay, didn’t set me free,
Now I’m chained to the ghost of who I used to be.
The mirror’s a stranger, the scars don’t fade,
Every breath feels like a mistake I made.
I can’t find the fire, I can’t feel the pain,
Just this aching silence screaming in my veins.
Ashes in my lungs, I’m choking on the air,
A heartbeat without meaning, a body I can’t bear.
I tried to run, but the weight won’t go,
Now I’m lost in a life I don’t want...
But I woke to the sound of my hollow fear.
The void let me stay, didn’t set me free,
Now I’m chained to the ghost of who I used to be.
The mirror’s a stranger, the scars don’t fade,
Every breath feels like a mistake I made.
I can’t find the fire, I can’t feel the pain,
Just this aching silence screaming in my veins.
Ashes in my lungs, I’m choking on the air,
A heartbeat without meaning, a body I can’t bear.
I tried to run, but the weight won’t go,
Now I’m lost in a life I don’t want...
#apathy
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 6:17am
8th Jan 2025 6:17am
Daring To Be Negative
A big problem I face is having to soften up my words to make myself digestible to others. When honestly I have no capacity to be anything but authentic even if it stings.
A girl from that support group I dropped reached out to see if I need anything and wanted to connect on zoom. I said that's nice to hear, but that my problems are beyond anyone's help. I'm well aware of this, which is why I prefer to be alone. It's a necessity honestly. I knew it would be one day especially when people started finding out about the monster within.
I don't really talk on Facebook anymore...
A girl from that support group I dropped reached out to see if I need anything and wanted to connect on zoom. I said that's nice to hear, but that my problems are beyond anyone's help. I'm well aware of this, which is why I prefer to be alone. It's a necessity honestly. I knew it would be one day especially when people started finding out about the monster within.
I don't really talk on Facebook anymore...
#apathy
#dark
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1 Comment
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 11:15pm
16th Nov 2024 11:15pm
Special
I'm crawling my way out of the dark, but the dark is too thick. Thickened by the lies of this world. That if you push things down far enough, that they'll go away. That those who just wanted to be validated have a victim mentality. That this world was for me.
No, it wasn't, and it's not my fault.
But I still try to find fault within myself for being an outcast.
For not being special for anyone.
I still can't understand why Lenny, my friend I recently blocked, had to say I had a victim mentality just for me saying that I wasn't special to Josh and...
No, it wasn't, and it's not my fault.
But I still try to find fault within myself for being an outcast.
For not being special for anyone.
I still can't understand why Lenny, my friend I recently blocked, had to say I had a victim mentality just for me saying that I wasn't special to Josh and...
#apathy
#heartbroken
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1 Comment
MalcolmG
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 9:19am
15th Nov 2024 9:19am
The Chains of Silence
Bound by whispers, unseen threads intertwined,
Each link a choice, a shadowed design.
Freedom feigned, yet fetters remain,
Each step forward pulls backward in vain.
We are tethered, bound to the unseen,
Trapped in a dance that we did not choose,
The chains of shadow wrapped around our bones.
In the quiet chambers where spirits weep,
The languor of souls is not death, nor sleep.
A heavy drowse falls over the mind,
Dreamless they drift, through hours unkind,
Sluggish as rivers that time left behind.
We drift too, unaware of the...
Each link a choice, a shadowed design.
Freedom feigned, yet fetters remain,
Each step forward pulls backward in vain.
We are tethered, bound to the unseen,
Trapped in a dance that we did not choose,
The chains of shadow wrapped around our bones.
In the quiet chambers where spirits weep,
The languor of souls is not death, nor sleep.
A heavy drowse falls over the mind,
Dreamless they drift, through hours unkind,
Sluggish as rivers that time left behind.
We drift too, unaware of the...
#apathy
#despair
#lust
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ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 6:47pm
13th Sep 2024 6:47pm
Uncertainty of What’s Real
I wake up to the aching, a dull, relentless throb,
Is it the pain that’s real, or just my mind’s cruel job?
Each pulse, each sharp reminder, it grips me from within,
But is it truth I’m feeling, or just the place I’ve been?
The bottle sits beside me, its answers clear and close,
But every time I reach for it, I wonder if I’m lost.
Is this the hurt I think it is, or just another game?
I’ve danced this line so many times, I'm starting to forget my name.
The pain, it feels like fire, but am I fanning flames?
Or am I...
Is it the pain that’s real, or just my mind’s cruel job?
Each pulse, each sharp reminder, it grips me from within,
But is it truth I’m feeling, or just the place I’ve been?
The bottle sits beside me, its answers clear and close,
But every time I reach for it, I wonder if I’m lost.
Is this the hurt I think it is, or just another game?
I’ve danced this line so many times, I'm starting to forget my name.
The pain, it feels like fire, but am I fanning flames?
Or am I...
#anxiety
#apathy
#confusion
#emptiness
#frustration
195 reads
1 Comment
HadesRising
Poem Published
5th Sep 2024 5:52am
5th Sep 2024 5:52am
RORSCHACH CAPPILARIES
#admiration
#apathy
#dark
#emptiness
#inspirational
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 3:50am
17th Aug 2024 3:50am
TRAVEL BORN INSIGHTS AND PERCEPTIONS (4-28-1989; San Blas, Nayarit, Mexico.)
through migrained aura lines
some ancient huichol spirit dream
dances for me
throughout this foreign
yet still somehow
familiar land
throughout this vast
pacific s sparkling sea
spread out far and wide
before me here
as far as my eyes can see
across these ever changing
tropic skies above
fluidly unfolding everywhere
both above and beyond me
overlapping this beautiful
coastal jungle garden path
which leads and winds it s way
down to the nearest beach below
where i now stand gazing out
in...
some ancient huichol spirit dream
dances for me
throughout this foreign
yet still somehow
familiar land
throughout this vast
pacific s sparkling sea
spread out far and wide
before me here
as far as my eyes can see
across these ever changing
tropic skies above
fluidly unfolding everywhere
both above and beyond me
overlapping this beautiful
coastal jungle garden path
which leads and winds it s way
down to the nearest beach below
where i now stand gazing out
in...
#apathy
#evolution
#healing
#memories
#SelfReflection
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 3:12am
2nd Aug 2024 3:12am
BACK INTO BLISS RETURN (II)-(2nd revision) (9-27-2020, 8:15pm; another spontaneous, 420 Spa poem, Palm Springs, Ca.)
blissful blessings
blessed bliss
submerged
soul deep
in all
this
boundless
wonderment
set free again
at blissful last
away from all
false sense
of blissless self
of blissless life
of blisslessness itself
away from all
which blinds
and masks us all
away from that
which much too often
holds us back
from ever truly reaching
our full potential
from ever fulfilling
our truest bliss
within our temporal human lives
illusory mind s egoic dance
here in this wondrous...
blessed bliss
submerged
soul deep
in all
this
boundless
wonderment
set free again
at blissful last
away from all
false sense
of blissless self
of blissless life
of blisslessness itself
away from all
which blinds
and masks us all
away from that
which much too often
holds us back
from ever truly reaching
our full potential
from ever fulfilling
our truest bliss
within our temporal human lives
illusory mind s egoic dance
here in this wondrous...
#apathy
#consumerism
#earth
#humankind
#TruthOfLife
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Maple666
Poem Published
24th Jul 2024 4:10pm
24th Jul 2024 4:10pm
And She is Rolling
She is rolling down a hill and it’s
got a steep decline. She feels
totally lost she can’t find her
toothbrush or a comb
amongst the life stuff.
You know the score surely
when everything is just
way too much ……………...
The dishes lay in the sink and
the carpet misses the hoover.
She feels infiltrated with complete
sadness and add in shame
and guilt and disgust. This isn’t
her and it makes her feel a failure.
And she is rolling.
She can't see the bottom from
the top she’s feels tits up. ...
got a steep decline. She feels
totally lost she can’t find her
toothbrush or a comb
amongst the life stuff.
You know the score surely
when everything is just
way too much ……………...
The dishes lay in the sink and
the carpet misses the hoover.
She feels infiltrated with complete
sadness and add in shame
and guilt and disgust. This isn’t
her and it makes her feel a failure.
And she is rolling.
She can't see the bottom from
the top she’s feels tits up. ...
#anxiety
#apathy
#despair
#sadness
#shame
177 reads
2 Comments
johnnyscarlotti
Poem Published
24th Jun 2024 5:37pm
24th Jun 2024 5:37pm
it’s my birthday, i’ll bomb the poetry reading if i want to
#apathy
#dark
#despair
#loneliness
#sadness
150 reads
3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 9:50am
6th Jun 2024 9:50am
pornography
Pornography
He came from a family of strict Muslims
in the Arab continent, his mother never ventured
out of the house without her Burqa
His father had a long beard and dressed traditionally
and wore a Jambiya stuck in his belt.
They were proud of the son who had done well
in school, he wanted to be an engineer
found himself in Munich to study the craft at
a university.
At the UNI, meeting other young men, he was
introduced to pornography for the first time
in his life saw naked women writhing in sexual
pleasure and was...
He came from a family of strict Muslims
in the Arab continent, his mother never ventured
out of the house without her Burqa
His father had a long beard and dressed traditionally
and wore a Jambiya stuck in his belt.
They were proud of the son who had done well
in school, he wanted to be an engineer
found himself in Munich to study the craft at
a university.
At the UNI, meeting other young men, he was
introduced to pornography for the first time
in his life saw naked women writhing in sexual
pleasure and was...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #boredom
#apathy #boredom
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