Best Desensitized Poems
When gay meant happy and kwier meant odd
You didn't swear in public, right in front of God
You wore a suit to the World Series, a hat to work
If your team won, you didn't loot or go berserk
You cheered the President, shook hands with him too
You'd never think to avoid him, to jeer or to boo
When the Nation's Anthem played, you covered your heart
You sang along proudly, every word from the start
Now the nation's fabric is rent, we're so polarized
And what with the murder and mayhem ~ desensitized
Categories:
desensitized, america, how i feel,
Form:
Couplet
Got such sharp pain in my heart,
feels like it will never go away
I'm dying on the inside,
sadness eating at my soul like a cancer
Boxes full of tissues,
empty bed is missing you
Toss and turn every night,
under the covers, I witness
my wasting away life
Shocked by your sudden disappearance,
traumatized by your mysterious vanishing
You made a move so unusually cruel ...
didn't even tell me that our love got stalled
at a relationship railroad crossing
This train wreck wasn't no accident,
to Occupant is where your Dear Joan got sent
Letter said embryonic love died with no name;
no need to cry, no one's to blame
Nine months later, I still ain't the same
I'm filled with shame, baby, only shame
If I didn't do anything wrong,
why ain't my health getting right
Simply put me out of my misery,
got the pox of tears since we parted company
Doctor says I'm in critical danger,
recommends emotional euthanasia
Painless injection to the heart,
gonna make all my hurt go away
Expected from you a sympathy card,
don't hold your breath my friends they say
Now I'm so desensitized,
can't seem to form feelings anymore
When I see someone who looks like you,
I just weakly smile and turn away
It's hard to distinguish blue from gray,
guess that's the side effects still pumping through
Should feel something, at least be a little sore ...
nah, no red eyes,
every tear duct is dried
What's the point in being alive,
when you have emotionally died
Categories:
desensitized, emotions, love hurts, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Prozac Nation, dated September 8th, 2001
became the film that reminded some that
these days that we live in, with cell phones
that make us capable of connecting in a flash
mean we've broken our pencils and torn up
our stationary where letters once were dashed
off of the tops of our heads and sent on
with sentiments read by bifocaled heads
of grandparents who would soon be dead
yet were there for the time, there to remind us
why we're alive and we're living in a time
of Prozac and Ambian and some form of Xanax
We've become a people dependent on our drugs
where we once depended on our minds, our hearts,
the souls that sought out Jesus instead of
the cluttered cabinets of painkillers and anti-depressants,
everything that seems to replace the true person
with a desensitized, artificial, contrived individual
only surviving the times with stockpiles of prescriptions
Chopped Updated - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Categories:
desensitized, addiction, drug,
Form:
Free verse
My heart is breaking
Great write
My demons are waking
Great write
My heart is abused
Great write
My body is used
Great write
I’m going under
Great write
Deafened by thunder
Great write
I cry night and day
Great write
I can’t find my way
Great write
I’m lost and alone
Great write
I’m sick to the bone
Great write
I’m going to give in
Great write
I’m guilty as sin
Great write
I’m going to die
Great write
I just wonder why
All you can write is…
Great write, Great write!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
People share so much heartache and pain in what they write. We read and see a literary work and not the person from whom the words flowed. It's sad. SO SO sad. When did we become so desensitized to pain? When did we just see the poem and not the poet? I had to vent.
Categories:
desensitized, pain, parody, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
"Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself."
(from: A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, by Mark Twain)
~~~
Should old romantic souls bind their hearts with chains of cynicism?
Should waves of hope and troughs of disappointment
be banished as though an ocean of beating hearts no longer exists?
We are but fading sunlight, common shades of gray.
Convicted of this inescapable reality are we sentenced to forsake pleasurable thoughts which stir pleasurable memories?
Should desire be a vapor we are not allowed to grasp?
Fires still smolder in old minds though touch is desensitized by scars, years, age and distance,
but a heart is forever young.
We may never see the pictures in our minds, but shall we refuse to surrender our visions? At least until death closes the door?
Let us always stare boldly into the fire although we know
passion's flame may blind us.
What else can we do
when words fall in love?
Categories:
desensitized, age, romance,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The sharp edge
catches the light on my
wrist like a bangle that was
meant to be there
The blade has teeth but
doesn't smile
it just knows, it just understands
me
and my shaking fingers
like a servant
it will do as I ask
like a slave
there is no choice
like a friend
it loves me more than others
who find themselves
on the opposite side
of my locked
bathroom door
And now I call, now I let fall
all of the change
I would never see come to pass
I hold tight to the razor edge
and bury it through my vanishing skin
I can't win, but I will be here
fighting back the world
with a leaking heart
Which spills off my arms...
onto a desensitized, white floor
This is my door, my way
my red choice forming pools
around my fallen, slumped hands
I just want to be understood
I just want to show
all this color within
And you can have it now
I give you all of me
colorless and empty
Since now I finally make it right
I've finally saved
my
life...
Categories:
desensitized, death, depression, sad,
Form:
Free verse
bars and cages of flags ,colors ,creeds .
in Egypt they've been saying we want to make Egypt great again .
can't help but look at the irony gullible red and white and blue patriots and the slogan again on the rise we want America great again.
can't you see Iraq where the great empire of Babel stood .
Syria and the Assyrians
Egypt where the secret defies all your technology
the third Reich ,the eagle ,the Indian nazi they're all one machines of destructions strings held by Shylocks .
humans didn't find earth border marked .
and it hit me we're watching the Syrian refugees freezing to death.
but make no mistake ,no matter what your sick flag is there are silent ,non famous refugees freezing few blocks away from where you live .
from Portland bus stop ,under street kids of Brazil ,to the tin homes of Egypt even in Israel there's some Ethiopian fooled by fake Judea freezing to death outside an Ashkenazi bar .
the only thing that's needs to be great again is Humanity and Humans.
yet what hurts them in this photo is that America is broken .
not that thousands went past this woman and nobody cares to even look at her.
tell me what is ancient Egypt ,Mayans,enka,Sumerian and America ,,without the pure human soul they're ruins of a ppl who worshipped greed and seized to exist.
we're not evolving we're descending way past the ape zone .
actually we became Shylock's AI ,meat puppets ,flesh robots.
desensitized,dehumanized .
we're living the age where peace needs a force
religion spreads by missions not attracting by forgiveness recognition.
colors of the skin became a race .
look me in the eye and tell me are we humans ?
wonder how many seconds you'll keep a straight face
Tamer Hossam
Categories:
desensitized, abuse, america, appreciation, cry,
Form:
Free verse
Path To Dehumanization
Indifference being the height of inhumanity
Brings us to the loathsome solo sounds of children
In tears with fear and fleeing foreign lands to nowhere
People thinking, that’s not me. It’s a TV show
There’s nothing I can do
So moving on
Desensitized, we watch the news in silent isolation
So much violence becomes the common place
Numbed by too much information, we become complacent
Displaced children and humanity is not our job
Being human is a full time occupation
No one said life would be easy
We live a life but not one worth living for
What was once our reason to feel alive
Is now detachment, compromised, hanging in the void
If being a rock or stone was vogue
Replacing feelings
We could move to that location, that environment to feed the cold
It’s so easy to fit that mold
While children feed their hunger with silent tears
Soulless, waiting for a touch, and feel of peace
No hope, no soup, no refuge and no you
Empty is the void if you can’t feel
Indifference is the height of inhumanity
That fills in the holes of history, hungry, looking for some empathy
Categories:
desensitized, absence, abuse, age, change,
Form:
Free verse
The flash of fear I feel
at passing darkened windows
or dim-lit mirrors comes
when I observe, reflected,
a stranger in my clothes
(or skin) and think:
is this the me
that other people see?
This ghostly image
that I know cannot be me?
Though its actions correspond
to those I take
in shaving, bathing,
wielding cans of aerosol,
surely I would recognize
this jaded, aging,
desensitized distraction
that the world
mistakes
for me.
Categories:
desensitized, angst, confusion, fear, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Two days ago, two suicide bombers blew themselves up and killed over 40 people and injured more than 200 in Beirut. This is in a place that is 30 minutes away from where I live, depending on traffic.
Now.....Paris.
Do you care? ONE souper, who isn't even very active on the site of late, sent me a note on FB asking if I was OK (thanks Elly W), and another sent me in email message.
I thought at least some of you would ask to see if I'm dead or alive, knowing my background and how my family members were injured in a bomb blast in the past.
Have we become so desensitized to the news of death and dying that comes from the Middle East that it no longer moves us? This is what hurts. Something like this happens in the West and there is such an outpouring of grief and solidarity. Do you place different values on human life? Are the lives of the people from this part of the world somehow less important?
I THOUGHT I belonged to a COMMUNITY.
Charmaine....thank you, darling. You know why.
Eileen
http://www.dailystar.com.lb/News/Lebanon-News/2015/Nov-12/322792-two-blasts-heard-in-south-beirut-suburb-of-burj-al-barajneh-witnesses.ashx
In case your media doesn't cover these insignificant events.
KINDLY VISIT MY BLOG BY THE SAME TITLE. I HAVE MORE INFORMATION POSTED THERE.
Categories:
desensitized, how i feel, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
Room full of people, how could I be lonely?
these days it's harder than ever to find a true homie,
I'm trying to keep a grip, but I'm losing it slowly,
filling our voids with mediums of instant gratification,
how do you not see the ramifications?
we've been desensitized and overstimulated
our thoughts and subconscious inculcated
by news feeds, timelines, snapchats, and the latest,
pseudo friendships masking this hiatus,
can we talk about something besides other people?
it would be different if it were positive, but it always seems to be fecal,
do you realize the power of your thoughts and words? gossip is lethal,
where's the smart girls at? I'm over all these (drunk) barbies
And, i've had enough of the bars and house parties,,
I just wish there were some more options for a social affair,
Don't get me wrong though, I've had more than my fair share
I've been down that path and it reeks of despair
honestly, does this generation even know how to have fun sober?
You can't talk to a girl without a buzz and you expect things to be kosher?
Look, i know we're young, but I won't settle for mediocre,
Don't run from yourself, it's only harder as we get older,
is anyone else with me? or am I just blowing hot air?
put down your phone, turn off the tv, read a book, that's a dare,
i'm nowhere near perfect, I'm just trying to make ya'll aware,
time is so precious, quit wasting it, take care!
Categories:
desensitized, culture, growing up, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
This year will continue the worsening war
For the reader of this very poem
The media spoon-feeds sex and gore
To assure a desensitized, brainless syndrome
Leaving sheepy minds to wander and roam
As the sheep do roam, the wolves never stop
They keep the sheep dumb so they might eat them up
But the wolves are hiding in the midst of the chop
If we, sheep stay numb, their plan will develop
One step closer to the Anti-Christ worship
This war is one that is on your spirit
Evil will take anyone that is willing
Learn what is virtuous and what is illicit
Seek the Truth among all the shrilling
This year could be your last one living
Categories:
desensitized, bible, corruption, metaphor, war,
Form:
Quintain (English)
be not a receptacle to that spirit of sin
live by the word of God and be open to Him
in this day where the lines of morality have become blurred
where people believe and do all and anything that's absurd
caught up in the grasp of drugs and chemical dependency
caught up in the muck and mire of sexual immorality
yet society tries to explain away any and all aberrant behavior
and a psychiatric evaluation has become acceptable and favored
we're now subjected to the blame of others and their bad actions
subjected to the world's desensitized and apathetic reaction
overcoming the temptation to commit sin
to yield not to that demonic presence again and again
if you don't understand and comprehend the word of God
how do you know if you have any sin in your heart?
you need to read the word of God and follow His commands
the instructions on how to live sinless, God's master plans
to wrestle with the evil that may at times reside within
to overcome that sensation to go out and commit sin
you need to be exposed to God's laws and learn right from wrong
you need to do a self reflection and then come away strong
for it's one thing to do what is sinful if you don't have a clue
but it's a different story when you knowingly sin for the blame is now on you
to be disobedient and stray from God's life living instructions
will lead you down that crooked path of spiritual destruction
so think before you act and then lay it before God
pray on that temptation to sin and possess a contrite heart
to challenge that temptation to commit sin
just dwell on the word of God and not the unholiness of men
yet we continue to try and justify some of the things we do and say
we need to be truthful in our hearts and willing to change our ways
no longer to be arrogant and sanctimonious in this life
to be more humble and repentant as a child of the Lord Christ
we pretend to act like it's not us but everyone else
we need to take a hard look in the mirrors at ourselves first
to come to understand that this battle is not ours alone
to realize we need the strength and the power of the heavenly throne
to be rescued from that temptation of sin that's always hanging around
to be lifted up by the word of God and placed on higher ground
to turn to our savior, the Lord Jesus the Christ
to thank Him and praise Him for the gift of eternal life
Categories:
desensitized, devotion, faith, happiness, hope,
Form:
Didactic
Midnight's hollow streets...
Rolls Royce crushes cigarette butts as sinful, cold drizzle of animalistic desire
lurks on shadowy corners of locked buildings, for a price... negotiable..
Balconies bear yesterday's broken beads as a jazz musician is soundly asleep.
So much hard numbness in those easy to open bottles...
It rains over useless signs: " Do Not Park On Bridge!"
Skid marks end in despair...
A street light dies totally alone...
The phone rings with a grin looking for a Call Girl.
... Hello?
I tear out my heart and replace it with a wallet
Lipstick crosses boundaries of good taste so romance cannot develop.
I lay down frames with pictures of loved ones, face down...execution style...as I
pour myself a glass of Morality Suicide...I drink it before I let myself go for, yet,
another night of desensitized numbness...
Categories:
desensitized, life
Form:
Prose Poetry
In this world of sin and shame,
It's hard to know who is to blame.
We become desensitized,
To the evil on the rise.
Those beliefs we know are wrong,
Are lived daily among the throngs.
Is there no end to hate and greed?
What will it take to follow God's lead.
If there is evil and I give it no name,
Than it is I who is to blame.
Categories:
desensitized, judgement
Form:
Rhyme