Aloofness Poems | Examples

All Sewn up with Hooked Tail Flit

home is hollow breath
without the slinking specter—
soft as velvet dusk
with purrs woven into seams
egos stitched with hooked tail flits

a silent stalker
keeper of embers in flame—
you walk where you please
crowning your chosen lap place
with aloofness all at peace

every homely hall
lacks the thrum that makes it beat
until mystery
curls itself beside the soul—
omnipresent whiskered face

Closed Out

The door handle taunts me.
No one wants me     to hear.
About me,     but without me,
vibrations of sound drown
down to the ground,
as my heart pounds on edge.
A wedge of aloofness 
keeps me      estranged,
unchanged from who 
I knew I'd become,
as numb as a child,
defiled and denied
the comfort of trust.
Like a tired mime,
I idly cry inside,
eyelids great for hiding.
Confiding happens
behind closed doors
without me;
About me     or not,
I am unwanted in.

12-11-2024

finding exactitude

Numbers have an exactitude
Not found in many other places.
Unless you count nature.
Fur on bears
Stripes on a tiger
Sharp teeth on a great white
Bark on trees
Stripes on a bumblebee and a zebra
Playfulness in dogs
Aloofness in cats.
I think I am wrong
Exactitude is found in lots of places

Flo The Greyhound

She passes the place
where I sit some mornings,
her slow, sure gait pads
a gentle elegance across
the grass carrying
just a hint of indifference.
Retired from racing, 
she has been adopted out.

She seems contained within
herself, ignoring the yappy terrier 
and the playful retriever 
that bounds towards her 
on her right, not shifting 
her gaze as if transfixed
on some vision 
she holds in her head. 
Nothing of the morning
disturbs her meditations.

I often wonder whether
she is playing out a trauma
that has lodged in her memory
or can't fit the past and present 
together into some reconcilable 
whole or her aloofness 
is just the nature of the breed 
and the interpretation 
of her manner
has more to do with me.

There is a solitude in her
that I cannot fathom and troubles
me. Sometimes I feel 
like bending down
and putting my arms around
her lovely neck but a reticence 
holds me back as we both
go our separate ways,
each with our own solitude 
held locked within.

Sharable Hope

sentient perceptions
sent in the way of shared hope~
pairing aloofness

Written: February 24, 2023

Too Late To Make Things Right

The young go-getter reached the ladder’s top rung
by making work his foremost purpose in life.
Lengthy absences from wife and children stung,
but wealth he provided outweighed any strife,
so he thought. To his work-first ethic he clung
till poor health and retirement cut like a knife.
Loved ones’ aloofness cuts deeper. He has found
the saying’s true: What goes around comes around.


September 21, 2022
entered in the Ottava Rima Contest     Placed 6th
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins

Gold Queen With the Midas Touch

Remember the Glorious Gold Queen with the Midas touch?
We treated her with aloofness, hesitation and such.
I was fearful that she might reach out and give me a slap.
I do not need any stress, disappointment, strife or other crap.

At parties I promptly made an excuse and left when she arrived.
She was possibly fooling others, but I was terrified of her and dived.
Before others caught on to her talents, there were statues everywhere.
Glorious Gold Queen could parade around the hood in her underwear.

Get Better Now

Hope you’ll be doing better sometime soon…

So that we can let your past be entombed.

A past that is harshly shaded. 

With streaks of pavement that have gently faded.

Please leave this aloofness behind. 

Please allow us to engage in being kind. 

Together, we will learn to forget. 

What you did to burn with regret. 

Surely, you will win against fate. 

So someday soon, the tunnel will abate.

It Is Spring

There’s a very nice ring
To the words, “It is spring!”
When the sun is ablaze in the sky.
Oh, the joy it can bring
Hearing birds tweet and sing
As the hikers and strollers pass by.

By the river I sit
And I have to admit
It’s much nicer than being inside.
I’ll go home in a bit
But before I must split
I’ll absorb all the view can provide.

For in front of my eyes
Folks of varying size
Share my penchant for seeking fresh air,
Though it’s not a surprise
That with masks as disguise
All have New York aloofness to spare.

Human Relations

Once the house was with  high-spirits and ebullient 
Playing, dining and all things were done together.   
Grandpa used to advise and mentor every one.
No aloofness, filled with a congenial weather.

As time passed families too changed gradually 
Limited people with their unlimited wants
Confining to their private rooms locked from inside
Stick to their gadget screens, without any response 

No sharing, no chatting, no roaring of laughter 
Sullen silence pervades in the closed apartments.
Teens indifferent to parents and vice versa
Concealing their failures as well as achievements

Those uncongenial things torment the wise old man. 
The kindred can never perceive his emotions
And ignore them as silly and meaningless thoughts.
Will they ever feel the decay of relations?

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Sponsored by: Constance La France
Date: 24/09/2020

Courthouse Shuffle

Aloofness tangible
No one looks up
Rushing from
One hearing court
To another
Judges in robes
Looking stern and grim
Lawyers dressed in uniform
Parading in formal gown and collar
Such tension in the air
Everyone here
Has business to tend to
None of it pleasant
I would venture to guess
If these marble floors
Could share the secrets
Of shoes that walked across them
Pacing racing pounding scuffing
Litigation mitigation
Chasing justice of the peace



posted on June 14, 2020

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Building Walls

Alas, my heart is filled with loneliness,
and raindrops from my soul now fill my eyes;
my woeful spirit broke and penniless
as all my being wails it’s mournful sighs.

She came into my life and brought me hope,
a promise of tomorrows yet to be;
but her aloofness left my soul to grope
while toying with my heart strings just for glee.

But I will not again be made a fool
by such sweet stranger entering my world,
and thinking she can take my heart to school;
no love within my life need be unfurled.

For I will build great walls around my heart;
no more will life’s false hope it’s pain impart.


March 21, 2019

Blue

Blue is...
            What one calls a sad mood
         It's nature's color for the ocean
     And the morning sky. The color code 
For cold water. The positive symbol for trust
    Serenity, contemplation, and authority
The negative symbol for sadness. depression 
     And aloofness. The color of a sapphire
  The color that draws mosquitos like moths 
                        To a flame


Date written and posted: 09/19/2018

Rainy Monday Mule

Turning my nemesis-alarm off,
I wonder at racket lacking stop
before seeking me thru caffeine.
Pouring coffee, I yawn glance up
and feel mood hope end abrupt.
Sheet rain with winds off the chain
are attacking my window pane.
Another Monday aloofness move
to define me as society’s mule.  
Someone really should reboot 
all customs man thinks of use,
like battling storms nature fueled.
Dandy, just dandy, Monday abuse
forcing me in to a quick-quick scoot.
No time to think or even pack food,
For rush I must to the theft of calm
by first car-crawling my stress to harm.



... CayCay Jennings
February 22, 2018

Deliquescence: To Thaw a Frozen Heart

Detached from reality
He gazes haughtily
From the cold aloofness
Of his desolate pinnacle...
Far below
Dressed in vivid green and mauve
She patiently waits
Yearning to catch his wandering eye.

His face is stone cold, snow white
And yet he seems to notice me
A fledgling meadow
Needing sustenance to survive...
May passion's fire grow to melt his heart
So I, too, may thrive
And add a touch of colour
To his world of black and white.

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Co-written by Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire

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