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.
poeticdelight
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 3:27pm
7th Apr 2024 3:27pm
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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oskar
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 6:56pm
5th Apr 2024 6:56pm
the boy sailor
the boy sailor
in 1955, I took a bus to a cove where a ship anchored
along the ship's railing, a group of scowling men passing
time passing, the time spitting into the water.
In the galley, the cook was cleaning his nails using a fish knife
I giant man no one dared to cross him. a friend for life.
With a hardheaded crew and a million cockroaches, a new chapter had begun.
e wore the gray bandana, pallid skin caused by endemic
poverty no soap could rinse away, felt a kinship with them
and they were kind to me a boy peeling their potatoes. ...
in 1955, I took a bus to a cove where a ship anchored
along the ship's railing, a group of scowling men passing
time passing, the time spitting into the water.
In the galley, the cook was cleaning his nails using a fish knife
I giant man no one dared to cross him. a friend for life.
With a hardheaded crew and a million cockroaches, a new chapter had begun.
e wore the gray bandana, pallid skin caused by endemic
poverty no soap could rinse away, felt a kinship with them
and they were kind to me a boy peeling their potatoes. ...
#anger
#breakup
#betrayal
#apathy
#bittersweet
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oskar
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 12:00pm
5th Apr 2024 12:00pm
home at the ranch
Home at the Ranch
Once, I had a big ranch in, Oregon, technically it is still mine
but I have no way to prove it
one day and far from the ranch, inspecting fences, sudden
cold storm hit, to survive, I shot my horse
cut his stomach open, crept inside, and quickly fell asleep
Awoke, when the storm was over, looked for my horse was gone
maybe a wolf pack had taken its carcass
I walked, or trotted, home to the ranch
the ranch hands were glad to see me and gave me a carrot
although I neighed, they put me in the corral
with the...
Once, I had a big ranch in, Oregon, technically it is still mine
but I have no way to prove it
one day and far from the ranch, inspecting fences, sudden
cold storm hit, to survive, I shot my horse
cut his stomach open, crept inside, and quickly fell asleep
Awoke, when the storm was over, looked for my horse was gone
maybe a wolf pack had taken its carcass
I walked, or trotted, home to the ranch
the ranch hands were glad to see me and gave me a carrot
although I neighed, they put me in the corral
with the...
#anger
#jealousy
#breakup #apathy
#breakup #apathy
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Heart_of_Stone
Rachela
Rachela
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 9:08pm
3rd Apr 2024 9:08pm
Some Days
Some days just suck
and won't let me off of bed,
pulling my comforter up, tucking feet in tight,
my down alternative filled castle walls
protecting me from the world
Some days I'm sick of coffee,
that morning shot of instant positivity,
thinking bah humbug,
the world needs to deal with me
and not the other way around
Some days I just want to cry,
if only I knew why,
crying for homeless people,
or maybe everybody being mean
oh, that poor flattened squirrel on the road
Some days just suck
if only I...
and won't let me off of bed,
pulling my comforter up, tucking feet in tight,
my down alternative filled castle walls
protecting me from the world
Some days I'm sick of coffee,
that morning shot of instant positivity,
thinking bah humbug,
the world needs to deal with me
and not the other way around
Some days I just want to cry,
if only I knew why,
crying for homeless people,
or maybe everybody being mean
oh, that poor flattened squirrel on the road
Some days just suck
if only I...
#morning
#apathy
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 1:59pm
3rd Apr 2024 1:59pm
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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oskar
Poem Published
31st Mar 2024 6:41pm
31st Mar 2024 6:41pm
small forest
small forest
The small forest or the woods by the white road
made of crushed sea-shells, was a place of enchantment
Squirrels played here and had no fear of lone dreamers
stumbling over oak roots.
I used to walk there when cows had
been milked, fed
and the mucking out was done,
fresh strew strewn
in stalls, and the barn had contented animals
I could do so many things in the forest, be an Indian or
take out my pocket phonographic book,
the milkmaid
gave me and masturbated.
especially drawn to pictures of cunnilingus women ...
The small forest or the woods by the white road
made of crushed sea-shells, was a place of enchantment
Squirrels played here and had no fear of lone dreamers
stumbling over oak roots.
I used to walk there when cows had
been milked, fed
and the mucking out was done,
fresh strew strewn
in stalls, and the barn had contented animals
I could do so many things in the forest, be an Indian or
take out my pocket phonographic book,
the milkmaid
gave me and masturbated.
especially drawn to pictures of cunnilingus women ...
#anxiety
#courage
#admiration
#apathy
#bittersweet
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I_was_rare_once
Frododile
Frododile
Poem Published
28th Mar 2024 8:39am
28th Mar 2024 8:39am
#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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I_was_rare_once
Frododile
Frododile
Poem Published
26th Mar 2024 9:39pm
26th Mar 2024 9:39pm
#0
And I didn't have to hurt you,
But you said not to move,
The fleeing it fails me, Confront and impale me, It's true.
I'm bleeding.
Waking up and breathing but you don't care, short tempered and seething when its not fair.
Living and feeling and being aware.
Sometimes life will throw you a curve and just in spite of it you will learn to preserve, All the things you love,
Like to live and thrive,
But there is no place to hide
Or get away from this.
My mind needs a crutch,
No room for your shoves,
Said something about love,
Blind...
But you said not to move,
The fleeing it fails me, Confront and impale me, It's true.
I'm bleeding.
Waking up and breathing but you don't care, short tempered and seething when its not fair.
Living and feeling and being aware.
Sometimes life will throw you a curve and just in spite of it you will learn to preserve, All the things you love,
Like to live and thrive,
But there is no place to hide
Or get away from this.
My mind needs a crutch,
No room for your shoves,
Said something about love,
Blind...
#conflict
#apathy
#deception
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BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
26th Mar 2024 1:54pm
26th Mar 2024 1:54pm
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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oskar
Poem Published
26th Mar 2024 12:43pm
26th Mar 2024 12:43pm
Moscov
Moskov
the tragedy in Ruslan was grim, committed
by ISIS, we are led to believe because they said
the mass murder, and now ISIS is truthful?
When Putin pointed a finger at Ukraine
the world's acolyte press said he was wrong
Thousands of people laid flowers where
the murder happened, we saw grieving people
but the Foreign Press didn't dwell too long
it was noted the average Russian's looked
prosperous in the Modern Moskov.
if the assailants had been ISIS, they would
not fled but stood their ground until they
were...
the tragedy in Ruslan was grim, committed
by ISIS, we are led to believe because they said
the mass murder, and now ISIS is truthful?
When Putin pointed a finger at Ukraine
the world's acolyte press said he was wrong
Thousands of people laid flowers where
the murder happened, we saw grieving people
but the Foreign Press didn't dwell too long
it was noted the average Russian's looked
prosperous in the Modern Moskov.
if the assailants had been ISIS, they would
not fled but stood their ground until they
were...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark #apathy
#dark #apathy
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poeticdelight
Poem Published
26th Mar 2024 11:49am
26th Mar 2024 11:49am
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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oskar
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 7:17am
25th Mar 2024 7:17am
the fisher man
The Lonely Fisherman
He sat on a rowing boat in the fjord
he wore a yellow
raincoat and a southwestern cap matching his coat
was like seeing a French movie, an intellectual one
I couldn’t stand by the window all-day
reading sat on the sofa reading a novel
a book too long, a mind-numbing love story.
I read several pages, then gave up and looked out of the window
the boat was there,
and his cap was floating like a life raft for
I held my breath had he drowned, then the man got
up he had fallen in his boat, perhaps slipped on a...
He sat on a rowing boat in the fjord
he wore a yellow
raincoat and a southwestern cap matching his coat
was like seeing a French movie, an intellectual one
I couldn’t stand by the window all-day
reading sat on the sofa reading a novel
a book too long, a mind-numbing love story.
I read several pages, then gave up and looked out of the window
the boat was there,
and his cap was floating like a life raft for
I held my breath had he drowned, then the man got
up he had fallen in his boat, perhaps slipped on a...
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom #bittersweet
#boredom #bittersweet
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