Apathy Poems

From Sight to Light

On the Desk of Darkness
On a Monsoon Night,
The afflatus roars in clouds,
And albedo fills the sight.

In the darkened gorge,
Among the alleys
And gravelled ways,
A lass on a jade.

Apathy of her own,
Gazing upon the dog in the kennel,
Barking and crying at it.

And when she gazed and gazed upon
The dog of ash on kindlings,
A murmur of sight on

A prospering weed

I kept quiet far too long.
I couldn't open my mouth,
it seemed, not even for a peep.

The perfect doormat.
Welcome to one and all.
Come wipe your feet.

Tolerance is that ugly sin
a coward learns to live with
while incessant cycles repeat.

Nothing changes when nothing's said,
silence being the prime enabler.
And like a weed, shame grows
in the shadow of acceptance.



AP: 1st

Apathy, Won

For the strong ones — on their stay-in-bed days.
© Gabrielle Munslow 2025. All rights reserved.

I think I’d just like to be —
No noise in my head.
The TV on standby.
Radio not transmitting.
The dog forgetting his bark.
The tears unshed.
Just leave me in bed.

My whole psyche ashes away,
aching from absorbing prophetic punches.
I changed the trajectory of my life

A CONCENTRIC ODE TO APATHY

Urgent is the will,
The self is as still as the night;
Apathy controlling;
Urgency calling, 
The will remains imprisoned;
And apathy, keyless;
Urgency calling,
Apathy, shedding useless tears;
Fear controlling action:-

Genesis begins all,
Revelation ends it all;
Life dwells in between:-
Apathy is like a cold stone
Nestling in the mud;
Decision, like a swing in the wind;
Action roars like a lion,
And races like a waterfall
Roaring

Apathy

disconnected
jaded and feeling numb
ennui quickly turns to melancholy



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Shrugs

Mugs,
Aoathy feeds them drugs,
Shrugs. 

(1-6-1 syllables).

weathering winter apathy

though winter

is here,

we can’t afford

to chill;

the progress made

is too dear

and we must continue

to build…

 

no matter the level

of snow,

no matter the amount

of ice,

we must always remain

on the go

for those who have paid

the price

ensuring our black lives matter

in this political ice

 

we can’t have another winter

of discontent

with our liberation again frozen

in frigid time;

the loud cry was

Color Blind

How can we understand each other's color,
When we use the same flavored word?
It's impossible to say it any duller,
And through our glasses the meaning is blurred.

To you something bright as the sky,
Will always strike me as navy blue.
With a fire truck we could try,
But to me it is simply maroon.

Something as distinct as a rainbow,
To

apathy

                                      last phase of life 
            

A Hammer to Apathy

Forget the cautionary calls for restraint —
this world doesn’t need saviors.
It wants hands that claw at the roots,
Sick fangs that grind old ideas to dust.

Ideas aren’t soft; they’re detonators,
charged and ready to shatter the silence.
You don’t repair a broken machine
by merely shining its rust.

The absence of thinking is a pandemic—
eradicate it like a disease.
Smash apathy

The Silent Feast

Corruption reigns while silence is served.
We hone their knives with indifference,
keep polishing their plates with our fatigue.
The reckless and the cruel—
they feast well, for the tables are laid.
A democracy isn’t taken;
it’s surrendered, a napkin at a time.
We end the banquet by taking the plates away.

Leave Apathy Behind- 2021

“The price good men pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men.”
	- Plato


In the shadows where nightmares thrive,
courage falters and struggles to survive.
Where the cries of innocence fall unheard,
and darkness engulfs without a sound.

Sex traffickers, predators invisible,
prey upon the vulnerable, a nightmare’s dream.
Still, in the face of fear we hesitate,
lacking

apathy, delivered - se7en

signed ...
one man's horror
another man's justice
what was in the box mattered not
its representation was enough
an end ... a beginning ...
it was sufficient to know it existed
to know it bled
warm, trusted, beloved, bound -
by time and vengeance and a pink ribbon
bound, indeed ... for oblivion
as was the recipient of
the rather unique (and deafening) 9mm reply
a squeeze

In the Shadow of Sunlight

Dark and vile truths are known to hide
in secret places that don't confide
their nature to the light of day. 
Bodies to skeletons decay
in a closet or a deep well - 
an unknown place, a hidden hell.

What is more shocking to me -
the ugliness for all to see,
as folks stroll by without a care,
as if there

Apathy

we encounter a neighbour 
who suffering from delusional dementia 
he mumbles and stumbles in delirium 
we pause awhile to assist 
yet we know his disability is permanent 
so apart from informing his kith and kin
who in any event are apathetic 
there is nothing we really do

all around we see suffering and decay
something within us too

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