Poems about Apathy
#apathy
Poems about apathy, here you'll find poetry about feeling demotivated and lacking enthusiasm for life. Feelings of apathy expressed through poetry, and poems about dealing with apathy in those around us.
oskar
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 3:07pm
17th Apr 2025 3:07pm
job description
Job description
If you like to be an executioner
can be failed as doctors
or nurses who needs the thrilling
feeling masterful
Given the last, fatal injection
give a sense of power
so strong it can lead to premature
ejaculation
What can be better than legally
killing the condemned and feel
proud of a job, both well paid
emotionally rewarding
If you like to be an executioner
can be failed as doctors
or nurses who needs the thrilling
feeling masterful
Given the last, fatal injection
give a sense of power
so strong it can lead to premature
ejaculation
What can be better than legally
killing the condemned and feel
proud of a job, both well paid
emotionally rewarding
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #dark
#apathy #dark
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Lilliputian
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 4:27pm
12th Apr 2025 4:27pm
Their Bed Chamber
I’m not sure when it all began,
if time drew its sharp blade
and split apart the fine string
tying them together,
or maybe none was ever made.
But since the first blink I can remember,
lying in the dark,
I could hear the silence creeping
through the cracks in the walls
from their bed chamber.
And when the sun came through,
I could then see the regret behind their eyes,
as if two strangers shared
a roof and a contract
with no rubber stamp to seal their choice.
if time drew its sharp blade
and split apart the fine string
tying them together,
or maybe none was ever made.
But since the first blink I can remember,
lying in the dark,
I could hear the silence creeping
through the cracks in the walls
from their bed chamber.
And when the sun came through,
I could then see the regret behind their eyes,
as if two strangers shared
a roof and a contract
with no rubber stamp to seal their choice.
#apathy
#conflict
#memories #parent
#memories #parent
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oskar
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 10:04am
12th Apr 2025 10:04am
the big illusion
The big Illusion
I’m too tired to find any meaning in life. We are born, and our only function is to sow our seed and then depart the scene before we become a burden to the new generation who, after jubilant years, will see that they are born into death. to entertain ourselves, we make a simple act of leaving our seed behind by using magical words into something we call love, and since the thought of being dead forever is too harsh to contemplate, we invented religion and live our lives in an illusion, a fairytale of final lies, we do see the day we die when we are swallowed up by...
I’m too tired to find any meaning in life. We are born, and our only function is to sow our seed and then depart the scene before we become a burden to the new generation who, after jubilant years, will see that they are born into death. to entertain ourselves, we make a simple act of leaving our seed behind by using magical words into something we call love, and since the thought of being dead forever is too harsh to contemplate, we invented religion and live our lives in an illusion, a fairytale of final lies, we do see the day we die when we are swallowed up by...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 11:22pm
10th Apr 2025 11:22pm
Why are we not willing
You know that it's hard enough to find real love and respect, for the betterment of life. YET why do we constantly have to play the blame game as grown men's and women's, but yet here we are in these days and times. For what happened to when we use to communicate, with each other on a positive level to articulate what we have to say to each other. But instead they gotta get on some podcast to shout and scream their anger talking about the other person like a dog. yet it's two sides to a story telling but yet they forget to mention the truth. What and why you women's and men's chose to...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#confusion
#frustration
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dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 4:46pm
10th Apr 2025 4:46pm
apathy
i have not
been buried
but i am
suffocating
i am silent
but the shadow
that used
to hear my scream
has gone away
he was the
only thing
in my words,
but the present
is passing
without him
the one
who used to
explain things
to me when
i was upset,
now doesn't
even think
of talking to me...
been buried
but i am
suffocating
i am silent
but the shadow
that used
to hear my scream
has gone away
he was the
only thing
in my words,
but the present
is passing
without him
the one
who used to
explain things
to me when
i was upset,
now doesn't
even think
of talking to me...
#apathy
#despair
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oskar
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 12:39pm
10th Apr 2025 12:39pm
towards a thaw
Towards the thaw
As the days of spring are here, I should be happy having made it through the winter. The April breeze brings regret, remembering what had been pushed aside, no, I was no mother’s favorite son
Recalling every detail, overthinking every word said, reacting with angry silence as a defense to hurts felt as a betrayal. No, I was not a sweet boy happily playing in a backyard with a toy
The spring breeze also tells me of an ending, my doctor’s remark of scaring bathers with dark blue blotches on my white body, it is like the process of death has begun when...
As the days of spring are here, I should be happy having made it through the winter. The April breeze brings regret, remembering what had been pushed aside, no, I was no mother’s favorite son
Recalling every detail, overthinking every word said, reacting with angry silence as a defense to hurts felt as a betrayal. No, I was not a sweet boy happily playing in a backyard with a toy
The spring breeze also tells me of an ending, my doctor’s remark of scaring bathers with dark blue blotches on my white body, it is like the process of death has begun when...
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet #denial
#bittersweet #denial
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 2:21am
8th Apr 2025 2:21am
Let's Pretend
Let’s just pretend
that I took today off
intentionally.
That my goal was to spend it
on the couch
watching Netflix
instead of in the gym
or doing my taxes
or writing good poetry.
Let’s say that the morning headache
never went away
and I was truly
incapacitated
all day
or
that I was still
recovering from the weekend
and had a deliberate
Day of Sloth
to regroup
refocus
and come back better tomorrow.
Let’s just assume
that was my intent all along
and not...
that I took today off
intentionally.
That my goal was to spend it
on the couch
watching Netflix
instead of in the gym
or doing my taxes
or writing good poetry.
Let’s say that the morning headache
never went away
and I was truly
incapacitated
all day
or
that I was still
recovering from the weekend
and had a deliberate
Day of Sloth
to regroup
refocus
and come back better tomorrow.
Let’s just assume
that was my intent all along
and not...
#ADHD
#apathy
#escape #responsibility
#escape #responsibility
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oskar
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:51am
1st Apr 2025 8:51am
we should have seen
we had it coming
looking at pictures of an empty Piccadilly Circus
or the Eifel Tower in Paris is empty of life except
for police cars cruising to fine anyone breaking the law.
The emptiness is enormous and frightening to think
how quickly humankind can disappear forever
When the pandemic is over, there might be another one.
Millions of people all over the world rotting in their homes
the disappearance of humans is a near reality.
The only hope is that we lived a tolerable good life.
The future will consist of animals hunting each other. ...
looking at pictures of an empty Piccadilly Circus
or the Eifel Tower in Paris is empty of life except
for police cars cruising to fine anyone breaking the law.
The emptiness is enormous and frightening to think
how quickly humankind can disappear forever
When the pandemic is over, there might be another one.
Millions of people all over the world rotting in their homes
the disappearance of humans is a near reality.
The only hope is that we lived a tolerable good life.
The future will consist of animals hunting each other. ...
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#denial
#despair
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oskar
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 8:08am
29th Mar 2025 8:08am
freedom for Greenland
Freedom for Greenland
It is an ominous signal when the wife of the vice president visits Greenland, ostensibly to see its nature and be ever so friendly, but the Greenlanders are not fools they know Trump is sickling to get hold of this island, if he does the defenseless people will end up as rough sleepers in the streets of New York
The Greenlanders are simple folk living, have modest houses for a lump full of dollars they might be pressured to become American citizens
Money given is a lot in Greenland, and in New York almost of no value, should you regret it and try to move...
It is an ominous signal when the wife of the vice president visits Greenland, ostensibly to see its nature and be ever so friendly, but the Greenlanders are not fools they know Trump is sickling to get hold of this island, if he does the defenseless people will end up as rough sleepers in the streets of New York
The Greenlanders are simple folk living, have modest houses for a lump full of dollars they might be pressured to become American citizens
Money given is a lot in Greenland, and in New York almost of no value, should you regret it and try to move...
#apathy
#disappointment
#emptiness #loneliness
#emptiness #loneliness
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oskar
Poem Published
26th Mar 2025 10:44am
26th Mar 2025 10:44am
children of Palestine
Children in Palestine
He sat down to write a poem for nature
When he closed his eyes saw, bombed-out buildings
Rain dripping from wrecked concrete onto
The street, a muddy pool, but that
didn`t stop the children from playing captains of the deep sea
Another bomb fell and obliterated this harsh idyll
What was left was mist and fire where it once had been
A muddy puddle.
His pleasant poem about a track and olive roots trying
To trip him up, the shepherd, his dog, and the sheep coming
His way the good small of wool like an obscenity today ...
He sat down to write a poem for nature
When he closed his eyes saw, bombed-out buildings
Rain dripping from wrecked concrete onto
The street, a muddy pool, but that
didn`t stop the children from playing captains of the deep sea
Another bomb fell and obliterated this harsh idyll
What was left was mist and fire where it once had been
A muddy puddle.
His pleasant poem about a track and olive roots trying
To trip him up, the shepherd, his dog, and the sheep coming
His way the good small of wool like an obscenity today ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #grief
#apathy #grief
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poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
26th Mar 2025 8:24am
26th Mar 2025 8:24am
Father, I get so much Joy after I had prayed to you
Father, I get so much
Joy after I had prayed
To you
Before I go to sleep
Every single night
In my bed
Tonight when I had prayed
To you in my prayer
I had asked for you
To remove the anger
That I have
And also I ask my father
To help me with daily
Problems
Because I am not sure
How to work in solving
My daily problems
Also, my father when I sleep
In my bed at night
I never wake up
In the middle of the night
I sleep all through the night
Like a log
Also, I know that you
Father...
Joy after I had prayed
To you
Before I go to sleep
Every single night
In my bed
Tonight when I had prayed
To you in my prayer
I had asked for you
To remove the anger
That I have
And also I ask my father
To help me with daily
Problems
Because I am not sure
How to work in solving
My daily problems
Also, my father when I sleep
In my bed at night
I never wake up
In the middle of the night
I sleep all through the night
Like a log
Also, I know that you
Father...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#regret
#rejection
#sadness
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oskar
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 7:57pm
18th Mar 2025 7:57pm
a village in the sun
A village in the sun
There is a small village with a few streets that have no name and houses have no number twelve I bought a small home that had stood empty for years when not used as a stable for the unique Algarvian white long-eared donkey
Retired workers in the village up the road where the shop was located next door to a café where they sat enjoying their beer fixed my house and soon I with my dogs everyone in the Algarve has a dog and I could spend my time writing poetry or walking in the wood
This Idyll was too perfect to last, one day a group of English tourists...
There is a small village with a few streets that have no name and houses have no number twelve I bought a small home that had stood empty for years when not used as a stable for the unique Algarvian white long-eared donkey
Retired workers in the village up the road where the shop was located next door to a café where they sat enjoying their beer fixed my house and soon I with my dogs everyone in the Algarve has a dog and I could spend my time writing poetry or walking in the wood
This Idyll was too perfect to last, one day a group of English tourists...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #boredom
#apathy #boredom
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