Best Uncaring Poems
Dawn sighs a crimson vapor
along a beach of trolls
(pretending to be plastic things)
fond of gleaning the mind
leaving a trail of seaweed and grit behind
that stays with you till the ends
meet time....
The yawl is beached
skin blistered blue till white
listen to wind stories whispering
truth always lies somewhere between
pulp and rind-piper and gull
solitude and scream.
Take a picture of the sunrise
through the foggy lens of
a been there- done that life
but there are new things to see
yes, worthwhile things- aren't there?
Just pan offal from pristine.
and when you've reached
what you've had all along,
hide your disappointment cleverly
wear its flaw on your ringing finger.
I'm heading for unspoiled terrain
{hopefully sooner than later}
rescued from the hearth of a deepening canyon, called uncaring.
A one-way cool air balloon ride
into the lattice of heaven.
The wind seemed not to care
How fondly grew our hearts
Of maple's scarlet hue
Upon the morn, not one,
No single leaf was left to
To bask in Autumn's brilliant view
We Live in world that lacks genuine love and affection towards
their fellowman.
Why are so many uncaring towards one another.
People today don't care what they do or say and who they say it
to, understandably the world has and is still undergoing changes
there is a whole lot more pressure on people these days
especially the younger generation which causes anger,
depression and frustration.
Then there is now the extra worries of the global ressession
which causes misery and grief but where is the
sense of relief people are in much despair over
the financial state as they fear their jobs
are at stake.
The world seems to be in a real angry state, due to
all the atrocities and anomisty there is
which makes people uncaring and can cause others to
feel intimidated to even walk the streets and not
looking at people that they meet as there is no
trust anymore in the world.
How did we get to this where nothing seems right,
where angry people argue and fight,
only evil is in sight.
Happiness is just a dream, not a reality or so it may
seem.
What went wrong in the world that caused so much
grief and anguish when did it begin, it started in
1914 when the world saw the first world war,
the reason for the troubles since then was the
devil Satan was thrown out of heaven to the
earth and soon he is to be destroyed so while he
has the time left he is causing so much upheaval
as he is full of anger knowing he will soon be gone, as
God Jehovah will rid the earth of Satan and his demons
and he will restore the earth to A Paradise in
peace and security instead of all the unrest and
anomosity. People will be happy for all
eternity.
As the wind blew over the smoking embers,
The smells moved into homes-
Houses that stood by the ancient crematorium.
It's always crowded, so many people die these days-
We've even seen half burnt bodies,
There's no time to reduce you to ashes.
But we can purge you in other ways-
You can flow, (dead and burnt) through Ganges.
Or shall we top-up your fellow-being's grave
With your body, and let you disintegrate,
Together with another man's bones?
We can also, in full faith and silence,
Submit you to the priest
Who sets up a luncheon of you, for scavengers.
Gone are the days, when we loved you enough
To preserve you.
Now we're uncaring bastards
Who were erroneously granted existence.
Birth without love, in death no solace...
What do you call four tigers lounging together?
A bevy, a flock, a herd, or a pride? —beats me,
Beauty in the tall grass, they’ve devoured a goat
Now resting together under a lone savannah tree.
Exquisite cats free in the wild and yawning wide
In mid-afternoon, the sun is summer tropical hot,
Soft purr of a safari trekker nears with a guide
When quiet is shattered by a thundering shot.
The remaining three lunge headlong into the bush
Unharmed, unaware of the cruelty of humans,
Or the whereabouts of their own in the rush.
Unsafe in their habitat from becoming tokens,
Testimony to the frivolity of uncaring fools,
Whose bravery exists only behind powerful weapons.
Written July 29, 2022
I care not for rules…
Write as I wish…to critics
I say “posh and tish”
I like sad music
that wrenches the heart.
It drowns me with the feelings
of not belonging but deeply apart.
It elevates me to the likes of the
Gods of hurt,
because of this genocidal earth
I was broken
from the moment my senses
began to start.
I could never become a stone,
dance in delight with happy tunes,
be someone justifiably
cruel and uncaring smart.
(April 07, 2023)
Once there was love,
Until you got what you want,
A holiday of fun and then it was gone.
You broke away, with only thoughts of your own,
No compassion for me, or how we had grown.
You left me with child, and walked away,
No care in the world and no intention to pay.
You wanted your way, no baby at all,
But left me nothing and wouldn’t answer my calls.
The pain you caused,
The loss in me,
But you were to busy with her to see.
You moved on with life,
Not a care in the world,
You told me your struggling, but nothing prevails.
You noticed my weakness,
And then you approach,
Knowing I’d buckle and let you in close.
I knew about her, but yet you still wanted to meet,
Baby now gone, you think you have the world at your feet.
I’m here when you want me,
How stupid am I, just second place in the corner of your eye.
She will find out one day soon, the true colours you hide in the corner of your room.
One day you will find no corner to turn,
No one to help you and be by your side,
You ruined everything in the blink of an eye.
I’ve been working in farms
With muscular arms
Besides determined tractors
Chiseling out their contours.
They are never the days I play:
My Monday, Tuesday and Thursday,
My eyes fastened on The Soil;
The reason why passersby recoil …
My burnt energy I try to like;
On the soil every Single Strike,
All the seduced watchers in a maze,
My willpower A Shrouded Haze!
I shall keep working in farms
Rogues visit with arms;
Main target The Palms
But soon might try a charm
To one or all of them harm.
When your heartless person
And do bad things to hurt others
But thinks that it’s funny
Keep living because your
Day is coming, someone is
Going to do you worst
She is about to disclose
What we reluctantly expose:
What in envelopes we enclose
And their display don’t suppose…
About to queerly propose
An idea other oppose:
What you wouldn’t on one impose,
Except it was what you wickedly chose
And could channels for complaints close:
A blonde asking that she nude pose
While funnily holding Thorny Rose
And a child bleed a foe’s toes
For the blood that evenly flows!
Who wouldn’t her tag ‘The Badly Uncaring
The weirdest of the thinkable baring?
terrorist sandwich
elevator smash
silent stranger talk
no eye contact
no touching
elevator stops with a jerk,
we are all stuck
I-phones do not get signals.
efforts to be human kick in
after the initial shock
silence resumed
humanity strained
elevator etiquette
promotes apathy and ignoring
each other
pretending we are un-humans
terrorist sandwich
When I breathe my last, and my soul takes flight,
You'll see the tears, the feigned sorrow, the hypocrisy in sight.
Those who disliked me, who never lent a hand,
Will eulogize me, with words so grand.
They'll contribute to the coffin, the food, the flowers too,
But when I lived, when I needed them, what did they do?
Not a single hand was raised, not a single voice was heard,
No visits, no kind words, no love that was deserved.
They'll say I was good, I was great, but it's all a lie,
For when I walked among them, they passed me by.
They'll give me flowers when I'm gone, but not when I was alive,
Oh, love me now, show care now, while my heart still thrives.
A dead body can't see, can't feel, can't know,
The tears that fall for me, when I'm gone, don't show.
I don't need help in my coffin, I need it when I'm alive,
Cry now when you see me suffering, help me now when I strive.
They don't talk to you, they don't ask how you are,
They see you struggling, and they just stare.
They take pictures, laugh, and mock your pain,
Your tears make them help, indeed they pray for your downfall in vain.
But when you die, you become good, and they'll be the first to claim,
They'll buy food, flowers, and eulogize you with fame.
Oh, love me now, care for me now, while I'm still here,
Check up on me, ask how I'm doing, show me you care.
There's no harm in showing love, in being kind,
We only live once, and our time is undefined.
Caring is important, for one day you'll need it too,
On the road to success, there's only we, not just you.
Let's love one another, care for each other's plight,
With one heart and one love, we'll make it through the night.
For in the end, it's not the coffin that matters,
But the love we share, the kindness we scatter.
Uncaring
Miracle Man
8/24/2024
When problems arise.
The person who doesn't care
will be of no help.
When I stare into the crowd
I feel a pain so low
The uselessness I bear
Keeps me away from the glow
Walking around just to keep
warm during the day.
People so hostile saying get out of my way.
As night time approaches, we huggle up in the cold.
In some damp subway making me feel so old.
Rats keep us company their whispers filling the night.
Continuing for hours until the morning light.
Awakened forcefully to another dreaded day.
Picking up my belongings and being told to go on my way.
Hunger fills my soul with regrets from the past.
I really don't know how long I can last.
Carrying life's possessions all in my hands
Walking with no directions along this cruel land.
One of these days I may find my way again.
Until that time arrives, my soul will bear the pain.