Best Apathy Poems
I forgot about you,
but I don't remember when.
With all the thoughts inscribed to you,
I once had to chase the pen.
My mind's now like an empty gas tank.
Oh, the roads we traveled... I can't get there.
The dedication page is blank,
because I can't remember what or where.
With all the adventures lived without you
and every brand new start,
with life otherwise filled, now I doubt you
ever existed in my heart.
Senility is what gets me through
each memory from beginning to end.
I forgot about you,
but I don't remember when.
Please re-gift this poem to someone who means nothing at all to you,
Send it along with no best wishes to no one liable to sue.
It’s just a note in passing and it means nothing at all you see,
It’s only intended to be a message so they can hear from me.
It comes with no ulterior motives or agendas that are hidden,
Only a dose of frank indifference; all mean thoughts are forbidden.
We always send sweet thoughts along to the ones that we’re connected,
And for those that we just can’t stand, careful words have been selected.
But we always neglect the ones that have no aspects of our life to share,
So send this poem to them so that they can see just how little it is you care.
Written: June 22, 2023
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Poisonous toxin flowed into my veins.
transmitting a cold, apathetic nihilism.
We stumbled off the trail, you idiotic humans.
Our once-cherished pride is broken as a prism.
Once we stood tall, our heads held high,
With hearts filled with hope and dreams,
But then came the venom, spreading through,
Tainting our souls, ripping at the seams.
The poison, akin to a serpent's bite,
Injected into our utter core,
Slowly consuming our sense of purpose,
Leaving us empty, longing for something more.
Oh, foolish humans, we were blind,
To the danger that lurked so near,
We danced with demons, unaware,
Of the venomous poison we'd soon fear.
It seeped through our veins
As a river of darkness and despair,
Draining us of joy and leaving only pain,
An emotionless nihilism, we couldn't bear.
Our once vibrant spirits turned to ash,
As the venom slowly took control,
Our laughter turned to hollow cries
Echoing through the depths of our soul.
We tried to fight, to resist its grip,
But the poison was too strong, too deep,
It wrapped around us as a suffocating shroud,
Leaving us lost, unable to sleep.
Fingertips click a
desperate breakbeat
as eyes glaze over
in blue light baptism
please overwhelm me
Binary jungle,
you glowing cesspit
through the clipping
curtain echoes a choir
of post-post ironic
agoraphobics.
Dopamine is a myth,
an expired meme
deemed mega cringe
Let the file rot into
informational abscess
Here we all wait before
Heaven's blockchained gate
tired of partaking into
a satire so removed from
a cogent solution,
It is simply void.
Here is coldest oblivion in
this stupid cyborg machine,
but the world is so
Y2K heat death-core
Whatever that means
It turned a generation
made us abandonware
Just to feed us nostalgia
for times when we
would bother to care.
The rain pours down on the city.
A sense of putrid disgust fills the air,
as trash litters the streets
and grime grows in every back alley.
The clouds cast their shadows
and the lack of saturation sucks the life out of everything
and everyone.
The rain adds depth to the highlights and shadows of the world,
making the spray-painted brick walls and cigarette-ridden cracked roads look surreal.
The rain cleanses the earth of it‘s filth.
It‘s the emptiness that makes me feel,
the destroyers of my body.
For all the years of coffees, cigarettes,
opiates and alcohol have numbed me.
My insides feel sick, my organs venal.
My body is being held together by a rope of chains,
and the chains are rusting against my skin.
I often find myself in bed with an old fling or an attractive stranger.
Another night of vigorous intercourse,
makes no difference to me.
They take more pleasure in it than I do,
for even at the end of the night,
I am still
and truly alone in my mind.
My voice isn’t heard
So why would I shout
Nothing ever happens
Why would I go out
Change doesn’t affect me
Within my own home
Can all of you people
Leave me alone
They’ve taken your children?
That’s not my concern
As long as it's your house
Who cares if it burns
They’re coming for me next?
I doubt that that’s true
And if it does happen
Well, what could I do
And now it's my neighbors
Being stripped of their rights
I never quite liked them
So why would I fight?
They’ve come for my parents
It might seem unfair
But they had it coming
And I just don’t care
They’re in my backyard now
But I'm sure it's fine
They don’t have a reason
To touch what is mine
Well now I'm surrounded
I'm also quite scared
It seems when you warned me
I should have prepared
Depression is a Nomad wanderer, searching for a hope to break
In that place of heartless, smoke-filled rot where even laughter proves to fake.
The Darkness is a bold intruder, a critique of one's existence,
And hides in places, corners of gloom, an outcast from soul's resistance.
In the Café of Apathy, the face of dejection reappears,
Taking up cudgel in bedrooms and bars, traveling through streets of tears.
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 were nothing there,
when darkness hides in plain sight
in the shadow of the sunlight.
The averted eyes and numbed brains,
as decency no more remains,
as genocides among our species,
without alarm, as he sees, she sees -
For eons man has endured this plight
in the shadow of the sunlight.
Wake me if I've become stationary,
satiated with the ordinary.
Nudge me if I am complacently numb,
ungrateful and obliviously glum.
Unfold my eyes if they're mindlessly closed.
Wake me from heedless sleep if I have dozed.
5-21-2021
I have no stars left to count, no scarlet lilies left to pick and in my aching sympathies I find apathetic desires. Mother nature brought her introvenient shame withering all willows weeping. Abandoned leaves dive…
- - - -delicate crimson.
Date written: May 3, 2019
he floated in mid air
feet never touching ground
refusing responsibility
for his destiny
a drifter
open to anything
a puppet
never occurring to him
he could
at any moment
grab the reins
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Who was your first disconnect?
Your mom? Your brother?
Your father after he passed away?
I did that you know,
Pushed everyone away.
At 12 I learned that apathy,
feigned or real,
was better than feeling pain.
Is he or am I to blame?
Housework what a chore
I refuse to do it any more
My poor hands have blisters
And my hands are sore
Oh my what a bore.
The more you do
The more you find
It's such hard work
And I don't have the time.
Some peoples houses are like a show room
Mine A sty
Think I was born without the tidy gene
I'm just a man who doesn't clean.
Antique pizza found under the coach
But how I wish I had a tidy house
Piles of books everywhere
If anyone came they couldn't find a chair.
I tried housework some years ago
But what I let myself in for I didn't know
I bought every cleaning substance known to man
I stood proud with a mop and bucket in my hands
You used to be able to look out of the windows and see the trees
I cleaned and scrubbed on my knees
I threw loads of stuff away. It seemed I was cleaning night and day.
Oh how I hate throwing things away
I keep everything thinking
It will come in handy one day
But it never does.
Oh won't someone come and clean for me
I can't help it I'm such a busy bee.
A man's work is never done
Not because we do any
Because it's far from fun
No we just think about it
And think some more
Oh why is housework such a chore.
''Not a true story, but I avoid it as much as poss''.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. July.
And now I'm sat here tired frustrated
In my apron and rubber gloves
The last poem I posted
was viewed by so many
56 hits in one day
And now that I've boasted
(as that's quite high for me)
There's something I'd like to say
Please leave a message
For examples, next passage
Your apathy drives me insane
- it set me aglow
- what lovely flow
- your poem is far to mundane
- I sat and laughed
- you're poem is daft
- it's rubbish please try again
- your spelling is hateful
- A two and be grateful
- I don't understand please explain
- I don't care for your style
- you made me smile
- How sad is your little refrain
What ever you say
I'll be grateful this day
Please write a note, ease my pain
Thanks to "Cute" Susan Simpkins for being the only person to comment on my last poem
Cheers
Obedience is vital
Join the front-line fray
Conscription is essential
Answer the war call
Warships want mêlée
Obedience is vital
Apathy is fatal
Battle breaks in the bay
Conscription is essential
Be the hero and stand tall
Join us today, go without delay
Obedience is vital
Get your SLR and fight
Help secure the water-way
Your conscription is essential
Taliban snipers will see you fall
Their aim is sharp and won't stray
Obedience is vital
Your conscription is essential