Best Apathy Poems

have you not heard me?

borne upon the air at dusk, dancing ... I have whispered you in a million voices
    still, you...

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It is quiet tonight.
The only sound is coming from
the soft murmur of the television set.
I don't know why I don't just put it on mute.
I...

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Her trembling twilight 
dims with streaking purple tears
bruised by youthful years of bleeding pain
hurting but never hugged --
locked in the arms of atmosphere’s apathy
that smeared...

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I
ask
you to
mind our
earth, heed
our existence
upon it, care for
 our lives and all that
will occur if we cannot
consider beyond ourselves, 
if we are guided by uncertainty,
when...

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You  told
               me  once  
   ...

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In a mire brewed
betwixt puddles of hell and mute dissent 
a martyr wades - 
weighed down by chains of shame and disdain
alas the thirsting self-absorbed...

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I sigh …
pushing warm, wordless weight
onto the twilight mist,
where its folly hangs like old sackcloth,
the silver-doubloon moon dripping
it’s wan wonder to daub
breath and bones alike...

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Privileged is the right of ingress, bearing your beloved name, 
To chambers of your heart, where burns a sacred flame,
Of inner sanctum divine, in sanctity...

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“The True Mother”

What part of a heart
in another could one trust
when betrayal comes
like a silver bullet, words and deeds
sharp piercing to burrow 
bleed out Life’s...

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She kept it all inside her
and never spoke a word,
though her thoughts flew and darted
like a trapped and frantic bird.

Inside her was a garden
that was...

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An empty echo bellows from within the depths of a chasm. Endless and cold, it moans an apathy that desecrates the sanctity of love and...

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DEDICATED TO BYRON- Double Sonnets--First dedication poem of series 
honoring great poets.
 
(Sonnet 1)

Upon Dawn's Beautiful Rise, I Was Born 
  
  (Sonnet...

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Raging fires roared, yet nothing could hold her back;
she was born in flames...

Sadly, that which helps forge vitality, indubitably, burns.

Embers soon seek refuge in blanketed...

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Dancing In Horror With Fate In Blackest Abyss
Collaboration with Kurt Ravidas

I walk mountain storm, step out to cut deep its edge
forever tempting that fall from...

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