Best Insensitivity Poems
"living in a man-made island,
with blinded eyes, and unfeeling heart" (Quote By Poet)
What do we know about poverty,
What do we understand about suffering…
It’s a miracle that we were born into families
who had enough food to eat and share,
celebrate festivals lavishly with gifts and delicacies,
Enough space to live, and comfortably too!
Enough clothes to protect from ravages of weather!
What if we didn’t!
Born in a non-affluent country,
I have seen the down-trodden,
I have seen people begging, starving,
Living in the most miserable conditions…
I have also seen the opposite...
People flaunting their expensive clothes,
jewellery, houses and cars,
without slightest remorse or feelings of pain!
Poverty is a curse, but
Being super-wealthy might be a curse too!
It’s like living in a man-made island,
with blinded eyes, and unfeeling heart,
surrounded by walls of cruelty, and
insensitivity!
March 28, 2023
Writing Challenge "P' words Poetry Contest
Theme: Poverty
Sponsor: Constance La France
FIRST PLACE
POEM OF THE WEEK - week of April 2, 2023
Categories:
insensitivity, poverty, sympathy,
Form:
Free verse
….And no one spoke…
protecting all about them from
the perception of impropriety,
insensitivity, misunderstanding
…and no one looked…
shielding their eyes lest their gaze
be taken as an affront to the fashion
choices of a passerby, an insult to
the sanctimonious clerics wardrobe,
an assault on the personal space of
a nearsighted Neanderthal.
…and no one listened….
for fear of hearing anything….
that might offend their sensitivities,
sound a tone that was not in
complete compliance, allow the possibility
of conversation.
So did the monkeys take the throne,
the threesome of denial, risen
to the peak of power because they
heard no evil – spoke no evil – saw no evil
became the dupes of evil - because they
heard no good – spoke no good – saw no good
John G. Lawless
8/13/2015
Categories:
insensitivity, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Exhaustion drips its weary head
Shrouding me with desolate apparel
A forlorn wardrobe of melancholy blues
Colors of emotional peril.
Indifference holds my body still
Unconcerned with the cold
Distant journeys in my thoughts
Apathy strong in its hold.
Nonchalance a steady companion
Detaching me from reality
Unaroused by what’s in front of me
I’ve lost all sense of vitality.
Inattention stands unyielding
Unwilling to make way for diligence
Insensitivity plants a seed
Growing strong in its militance.
Numbness gnaws away at my spirit
Paralyzed from its greed
Dulled by life’s anesthesia
I lack the passion to be freed.
Categories:
insensitivity, anxiety, depression, feelings, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Sniper hid vapors
tend to always bullet strike
with stealth air carrier accuracy
Silent noxious assault
pierced the nostrils
with oxy painful inhalation,
of the non-ventilated third degree
Deadly gaseous arrows
hit the overcrowded banquet room target;
and killed a-many healthy appetites,
with an alarming,
depressed tongue rate-of-mortality
Hurried footsteps exiting
is all the flatulent evidence I would need
to likewise proceed ... very quickly
Some intestinal terrorist
was dropping
lite ranch dressing bowel bombs,
most heavily
And the near-suicidal rush to escape
has gag damaged many throats,
most indiscriminately
I don’t cruelly mean to turbo fan
butt-of-joke rumors
with word-of-mouth rapidity
But ... it really was
a silent butt deadly graduation affair
And I say this,
with the utmost, stiff upper-lip respect:
Scented air peace
from an anonymous tip identity
This upwardly mobile yuppie —
Troll emoji catphish-ing bottom feeder
harbors no low-brow,
high school dropout insensitivity
Categories:
insensitivity, fun, humorous, satire, word
Form:
Light Verse
I don’t answer
Intensely personal questions people ask
For these shreds to pieces what is truly me
The pieces are of no use to them though.
The effort seems to stem from veiled envy
Incisive curiosity or even subtle insult.
I am forced to uncover and introspect
Ask myself why I’m under the prying lens
For my life’s energy dissipates reorganizing
The dislodged pieces in place once again.
I don’t react
When caustic comments people make
On the manner I behave seems odd to them
Or on the way I do or don’t do things
For them when they ask or even for myself
For these are innate traits I am born with
Discarding or changing which for their sake
Or walk on their footsteps they set would be
To dispense with a vital part of my psyche
And to exist as a void entity of no identity.
I don’t demonstrate
The feeling of appreciation articulately enough
If people do something good to me sometimes
For that action appears an expression overdone
Deceptively laden with fake display of gratitude
Which in essence hides the tacit expectation
That the good done is what is deserved and due.
When for this trait people criticize my insensitivity
A part of my mind inherently obliged though
Is tortured to premature and painful demise
I can’t endure for I don’t deserve the treatment
And they aim to maim part of my bruised persona
I can’t rejuvenate for it does no longer respond.
People say
I have gone or going mad.
I tell them, yes, I’m quirky
If self-preservation makes one so.
That’s why I am alive still
As a mad man at my will.
I say to me
So let it be.
February 6, 2018.
Categories:
insensitivity, me, psychological, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Rising from the mightiness of my mind's eye,
Diving through the everglade of my endless thoughts,
Dancing to the tunes of my triumph stories,
She came, My love!, to be by my side.
To pull me out of the misery of this chaotic world,
To sing a lullaby amidst the roars of selfish souls,
To liberate me from the loud moans of insensitivity,
She came, My love! , to give me serenity.
She came, My darling! she came into my lonely world
She spoke, my darling! She spoke the words of love.
She hosted my success parties
She eclipsed my debacles
She gulped the rancour of my loneliness
She spread the light of courage in the darkest hour of menace
She came, My darling! She came to wipe my tears
She sang, My darling! She sang the melody of morning dew.
Meet her, My darling! Greet her in this creamy dream
She is my companion in life's amazing stream.
Categories:
insensitivity, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
E-FMCG
Insensitivity, derogation, defamation, humiliation,
Libel, slander, stigmatisation.
These Fast Moving Consumer Goods,
I’d like to term E-FMCG. Caution!
…
The Media and internet want sensational news.
Reality shows dig for what give mileage.
They want to go viral, need spice and juice,
And Intrusion of privacy is their privilege.
…
More clicks, more views, more shares,
Means publicity and more money!
Gossip, personal problems, affairs.
What sells best, are these E-FMCG.
…
E for electronic. E for easy.
E for explicit. E for exploitive
E for engrossing, yet E for empty.
E for an epidemic that’s infected our economy.
…
E for exaggerated. E for excruciating.
E for emotionless ego-thrashing.
E for evil; that is very much evitable.
E for this enormous ebon industry.
…
Entertainment, Entertainment, Entertainment!
Categories:
insensitivity, abuse, corruption, evil, feelings,
Form:
Alliteration
Her pain was unbearable*
Desperation overwhelmed her being
She amassed as much courage as she could and
Fervently prayed
She supplicated the divine for strength for to
Heal her wounds that were afflicted upon her heart
By
The insensitivity of a man just before Valentine's,
Incessantly she prayed love in life to find for not
Her heart, perpetually, suffer
Her prayers, incense of virtuous thoughts, ascended
The heavens,
Became celestial dew that turned into tears of
Supplication,
God witnessed her drama and the sincerity of her plea
Thus
An angel downwards at once He sent the torch of hope
In her heart to rekindle
Thus
Consolation in the arms of awaiting love, her to find!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 FEBRUARY 2015
*Dedicated to a young lady that the arrows of cupid
have missed her heart!
Categories:
insensitivity, lost, love, valentines day,
Form:
Prose
I catch a fleeting glimpse of her room from the hall,
my back slams lightly against the wall,
slumping listlessly, my anger out of control.
As she lies in her hospital bed, tubes patrol
in and out of every conceivable opening,
with new vital bodily fluids dripping
monotonously, in time released droplets of life
through the needle pierced veins of my wife.
Abruptly, I feel the cold uncomforting
frigidness of this smooth wall unyielding,
pressing firm against my back, in this hospital hall.
Reality becomes my depression shawl,
covering and smothering all of my senses.
Angrily my muscles push and body tenses
rejecting the insensitivity of these unfriendly walls,
and began repetitious canticle paces
through the drab, inculpable, uncommitting hospital halls.
Tears rush to my eyes flowing furiously,
focused anger colors my face visibly
revealing the naked fury of my livid crimson brain.
My heart beats with the resounding of pouring rain.
Pounding with my self incrimination, as I seek others to blame.
Doctors, Surgeons, God, others must drown in this shame.
Anger rolls through my entire being, allowing no one to console.
This anger is pervasive, it permeates into my soul.
Our oneness is evident, she stirs and I know.
In another universe, I sense a furrow in her brow.
I turn swiftly, my pace quickening to a full stride
at her door and move quickly to her side.
A moan, a gasp, a sigh, a groan, a cough,
but, the medicated trauma flowing through
her inlet tubes, force her back into a heavenly sleep.
I breath a sigh of relief for her and weep.
Categories:
insensitivity, lifeanger, universe,
Form:
Tyburn
CIPA or Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis
is a genetic disorder very rarely found among us.
They afflicted with this disorder have a damaged gene
and as a result, sufferers never experience the sensation of pain.
Many may assume that this would be a good thing
but they who are afflicted encounter much suffering.
Death from hypothermia among CIPA patients is quite common
because they never know when their body temperature is low or rising.
Some CIPA patients have had to remove all of their teeth
to prevent them from chewing on their lips whenever they eat.
There isn't any cure or treatment presently
for the few afflicted with this rare genetic disease.
I guess with so few afflicted, it's not a medical priority,
but maybe this disorder can be used positively.
Many bed ridden terminal patients suffer needlessly
with agonizing pain until they're deceased.
In my opinion, they ought to have the right to be
euthanized and put out of their misery,
but that isn't ethical among the medical community.
This is where I believe CIPA would come in very handy.
If research can figure out how to damage this otherwise healthy gene
responsible for allowing us to feel the sensation of pain,
perhaps it could be injected as a serum possibly
and relieve the chronic pain from dying patients permanently.
The patient would have a leisurely, peaceful exit completely pain free
and ethics wouldn't be violated within the medical community.
All terminal patients in chronic pain could all die humanely...
...but then I'm not a professional. This is just my theory.
Categories:
insensitivity, death, healthpain,
Form:
Rhyme
There have been at least two people in our church who have committed suicide. A gentleman; a lady; both of whom were more acquaintances than friends. As I recall, their death occurred within a couple years of each other. I know both of their families well and see them often.
Their families are now real friends of my family.
The young lady had two surviving minor children, a boy and a girl who are being well cared for by their grandparents. The gentleman left behind a greeving wife who had also lost a son to drugs less that a year prior. Her husband, the father of the deceased son, overwhelmed by the death of their son, took his life at the son's grave site. It is very difficult to think about, but the surviving wife and mother is such an inspiration.
I have never studied anything about suicide, and have not directly done anything to prevent it. Regular attendees of our church, both parties mentioned above were very loved by their families. Our membership is about 700 people consisting of many small groups who gather for study, prayer, and fellowship. Somehow, they fell between the tracks; we failed to prevent it; nor did we even see it coming. I do not sense that there was insensitivity nor an insufficiency of love. So often 'life and death' are filled with complexities and complications. It is very difficult to prevent something you have no idea is about to happen. My experience in this area is very limited. Would to God there was more that I could say or bring to this table of despair.
Suicides; can we prevent them? Some, we can; most, perhaps not; but we must never cease to try. In the darkest places, there is somewhere a light. Somewhere, there is a spark to ignite a troubled soul, and to shout out the love to ignite the light.
The one suggestion I offer is that we dare to engage and connect with people of all types and persuasions, whether they are socialites or loners. Nothing fights and conquers fear and loneliness like love; and although love indeed projects emotions; it is 'an action word' with far more 'prevention power' than any other word in existence.
09152017 PS Contest, Suicide Prevention Month, Laura Loo
Categories:
insensitivity, care, death, family, love,
Form:
Free verse
Empathy defines my poetry,
a collection of smiles, tears, and rage.
Poets forge the emotional keys
that free fragile feelings from their cage.
When probing for deeper awareness,
insensitivity risks my wrath.
For it hurts to suffer criticism;
from those following a dead-end path.
Seeking answers to complex questions,
I find truth resides in whispered words.
My poetry takes snapshots of life;
the human psyche to fledgling birds.
In the reality of my world,
dreams turn to frustration as time slips.
But, the memories stored in my heart;
frequently bring a smile to my lips.
Through poetry, I open your eyes,
exposing my heart and soul to you.
And though I speak of what's familiar,
I offer another point of view.
Categories:
insensitivity, me, poets,
Form:
Quatrain
No one will admit it but
Everybody does it
Some incessantly
Other occasionally
It is inherent in humanity
Contagious opining
Contagious hypocrisy
Contagious bellicosity
Contagious idiocy
We all feel it
Contagious drudgery
Contagious fear
Contagious indifference
Contagious insensitivity
Contagious disregard for humanity
We all assume it
Contagious corruption
Contagious grasping
Contagious thievery
Contagious fiddling
We all indulge in it
Contagious surfing
Contagious tweeting
Contagious uploading
Contagious networking
Contagious befriending
We like it
Contagious rhapsody
Contagious laughter
Contagious charity
Contagious loving
Contagious honesty
We sometimes don’t acknowledge it
Contagious despondency
Contagious flam
Contagious amnesia
Contagious ignorance
Contagious psychoses
Contagious misunderstanding
We are all in this together aren’t we?
Categories:
insensitivity, addiction, allegory, feelings, spoken
Form:
Free verse
-------------------HI TECH FOOLS---------------
We are all High Tech Fools
Mother Earth’s Destruction Tools ………..[1]
We do chat on internets
& Forget talking with beloved parents ……………[2]
An invention a day keeps technocrats busy,
But an invention a day makes us too lazy………….[3]
With the aid of science, we are playing God,
In the end becoming only Tech Savvy fraud ……………..[4]
God-particle is invented inside the Atom,
Real god is ignored residing at our Heart’s bottom …….[5]
Our insensitivity is so much macabre,
We don’t know our very next neighbor ……………….[6]
We use devices which are ultra-modern,
Why do we wake up in the morning with so much burden……..[7]
We are sucking Mother Earth’s blood,
And thereby creating electronic flood ………………..[8]
Technology is neither God’s gift nor it is curse,
It is only bare fact engulfing our lives’ verse ……..[9]
Live simply, be Low Tech, life will be easy,
Simple, beautiful, sun lighted and nicely cozy …….[10]
......... By Ajay R Chavan
2, Kasturkunj Society, Sharada Colony,
Pimple Nilakh, Pune 411027
Maharashtra, INDIA
Categories:
insensitivity, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
Comin’ Through
They stand there
monuments to stupidity
blocking progress,
denying access
or egress
to the doorways
corridors
checkout lines
coffee pots
of life
JUST STANDING THERE
totally enamored of themselves -
the urgency of their idle chit-chat.
Suffering from auricular atrophy
unable to hear anything but their own voices,
immune to common courtesy
looking at me as if “I HAVE A NERVE”
disrupting their insensitivity by requesting
“PERMISSION TO PASS THROUGH”
this huddle of hubristic pomposity.
They are masters of the “HARRUMPHHH” face
a look designed to make the dog pee,
the cat bristle and slink away,
me know that I have offended
the sensitivities of the insensitive
ruffled the feathers of the featherless
dared to insert a comma into their run on existence.
John G. Lawless
8/1/2015
Categories:
insensitivity, people, rude,
Form:
Free verse