Best Indifferent Poems
Expressions of an emptiness clinging to a limb;
Lovers going places few have ever been.
Relationships reflected on, severed or now gone;
But the drummer never stops his beat and life it must go on.
Listening to the quite sounds of a secret lesson sent;
Insisting to remember times that some say came and went.
Floating in the air one breaths lie words that marked the day;
And I will always keep them fresh till I’m gone away.
It is not that I do not care
or your worries that I share
Your problems though they be
are not really about me
Sympathy not much
feelings out of touch
Concern forgive my yawn
angry I feel rather calm
Wrong or right
good or bad
let it be
I am sleepy
So stew on for awhile
I am neutral timid and mild
Maybe a nap and after I wake
we can sort it out, see what's at stake
Simmer down and go slow
ease off and let it go
If you blow your top
will it ever stop
Mediocre as it seems
dumb to others sure its deem
but important to you you you
for the hundredth time walk me through.
In secret, we move to an unusual cadence
Our rhythm of choice has no dance steps
Forever different but human alike
Multiple ways to solve the same problems
Secretly, we speak a foreign language
Bound by a code of ethics and morals
Aware of the society at stake, we pray secretly
For years, the ominous signs were palpable
The deep fraternal mistrust festered and discernable
Propagated by colonial masters to divide and make Rwanda malleable
And left lingering became monstrous and uncontrollable
Snowballing in 1994 into an orgy of murderous hate
As Hutu brothers turned against their Tutsis siblings
For three cruel months respect for human life was obliterated
For three bloody months sanctity of human existence perished
As the government of the day made killing an obligation
And mobilized the population through official propaganda
To destroy all Tutsis and saboteur-Hutus
At the end of the Holocaust over one million Tutsis were sent to the great
beyond
Dreams and hopes were shattered
Loved ones massacred in the most agonizing and cruel manner
While the indifferent international community looked on unconcerned
Just like after the rain comes sunshine
The blood of the martyrs of Rwanda has irrigated and purified
The country of a thousand hills
Which has risen from the ashes of the gory tragedy
To a land flowing with peace and tranquility
To a Haven for tourists and investors
To a land of calm and forward- looking citizens
Committed to work and put their past behind
And queuing behind their charismatic Leader
They cry unceasingly and with one voice
‘’Never again shall bestiality descend in our clime’’
She stood at the sink
with her head in her hands.
Fully knowing this wasn't
the life she'd planned.
Life's seasons were getting
shorter and colder.
Her bones sing their misery
both louder and boulder.
Drained by the cruelty of
a love gone indifferent.
Inside she crumbles seeking
strength now unapparent.
A glimmer of hope looms
in a distant light.
Her prayers will soon be answered
and end her plight.
Indifferent Feeling
Today I am unhappy
Today I am unloved
Today I am numb
Today I am cold
Today... I am lost
My mind is wandering
Something wrong is happening
I feel chained
I feel pained
Everything is not the same
Is this the same love?
Are you the same person?
Am I supposed to love you?
Or am I supposed to leave you?
Today... I am lost
It is night's first light — evening
The world thinks through my mind
The echoes of a bittersweet day whisper
My ears twitch, my heart pricks
A pressed edge leans forward
Shouldering the offices of the earth
A desire to just surmount the hurdles
Like an infant falls yet learns to walk
The one weary of deferred hope
The other elated 'bout a filled cup
The one broken to a love unrequited, at least lost
The other happy, healed at finding love
Life's but a parody of exhilarations
A gnome ignited by fiery undergoings
The man, an eloquent stammerer
Profiting and lossing to antiquity
Love, life, life and love — there's no life or love without wins
Pa, ma, lad and lass — you have no family without wins
Works, rest, rest from works — there's no rest without wins
Wisdom, wits and will will wither — to live is to first die
I am different
I am unique
I am special
I am the first man on the earth
History tried to re-write me out of the scripts
Year after year archaeologist
Discovers my bones
My treasures
My artifacts
I am not a slave
I was made in God's image
I am a King
My people once ruled the earth
Who am I
I am different
I am just a man
Like any other man
My ancestors were enslaved
Raped, abused, cursed
Ridicule, spat on, accused
Denied, robed and beaten
Who am I
I am the first
I am not an ape
Nor am I uncivilized
I am not ignorant
As many will make you believe
My heart is not cold
I am not a migrant
Nor am I a fool
When I walk
I am stared at
I am not scary
I am just a man with color
I am tall, lean, well built, intelligent
Invented, well spoken and not ashamed
I am indeed indifferent
My eyes are brown
My hair is wavy
My voice echoes
Through the caves
I was born to be a leader
My ancestors built a nation
We are an intelligent, peaceful race
I am the first
Yet mankind choose to enslave me
They brought me at a price
To work their farms
To build their empires
To fight against my own
They brain wash me
Now I fight alone
Who am I
I am the first
Created in Gods image
I am important
I am no longer
Going to stand on my own.
april clouds race by
indifferent
to our gaze
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
I like you careless
Never bothering to think “what if”
Never bothering to give a damn about the people
Never upsetting yourself over the tiring thoughts of them
I like you blunt
And cold to those who try to aim fires at you
And the only visible emotion is indifference
Hard to touch
And seemingly so very unmoved
But most of all
After months of patience
Days of holding up with all the indifference
I like it when I burn through those icy impassive walls of yours
I like it when I make you feel a little fiery
And you can learn to love it when you burn
You can see it through my eyes
And whenever you are vulnerable
Depressed and homesick
I see how little things matter to you
And my heart softens a little more for you
And you become everything I need to fix
Under the gloomy light at the gates of a railway station
She walked up the stairs towards the door
he followed behind her, his lips wanting to kiss
when she turned to him, the darkness of his past
began clouding his heart to her indifferent eyes
he walked away home that night.
knowing he is alone again in this world
reminded by the gaze from the girl's eyes,
that told him, "you don't belong here."
Those who indifferent before the suffering of others remain ought to know that God offend!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
29 July 2016
Dead silence the cold shoulder.
He couldn't be bothered to feign interest.
Not even to be polite.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The overwhelming feeling of Indifference stems not from the originally thought overall
“not knowing” but in fact the opposite.
The feeling in truth reflects the rare inner sense that identifies a subconsciously known
necessary positive step that is ultimately the current correct action to take in one’s own
unique life path.
This correct action should ultimately interact with the positive steps forward of those
surrounding you.
The feeling of Indifference holds the knowledge that the particular decisions made at said
given point are the incorrect fit to achieve overall progress or accomplishment
(a.k.a personal growth) and some rethinking and/or soul searching is in order.
At the point of newfound epiphany,
the known necessary positive step will become abundantly clear,
resulting in the replacement of Indifference with the feeling of Certainty.
Shall I tell you about my life
Of the games that I used to play
I don’t want to consume your time
Will you listen or turn away?
To the shop and back in the hole
Backwards and forwards I go
At the end of the day I fall
Fast asleep like the day before
And the news that media publish
Always look so incredibly bad
Is that the world they establish
Or it does look for me so sad
The world doesn’t seem to take interest
Its indifferent to my story
But there’s nothing I would contest
I’m indifferent too, so sorry
We’re a harmony of coincidence
Like the wrong key I press appears right
And you stand there surrounded by silence
Like a shadow across the dim light
Everyone locked in their stories
Everything seems abstract
When it comes to a stage of no worries
There’s no story to tell, in fact.