Best Uninterested Poems
i thought i could see clearly
clearly was an overstatement
there you were
an intruder in my concealment
leading me astray
insidiously blurring my vision
yet i pursued you without hesitation
uninterested in the warnings
how could i be so careless?
you brainwashed me
fed me lies upon lies
how could i be so stupid?
you made me feel precious
somewhat valuable
i took a chance on you
you were patient with me
carving away at the wall i had built
vulnerable,
i let you see the real me
you told me you were different
i believed you
we laughed together
made memories
i felt at ease with you
you told me you loved me
i believed you
all along
i was chasing a mirage
was it all a coax?
i reminisce about the smirk on your face
seeking your port in a storm
i wasn't the only one you made feel precious
there were others
i thought you loved me?
you told me you were sorry
but the damage you did was irreparable
you finally revealed your true colours
i couldn't forgive you
and suddenly
i could see everything clearly
Categories:
uninterested, betrayal, boy, cry, i
Form:
Free verse
She is silent & she plays
Mostly she has books before her face
She rarely come to me
& ran away as fast as she could
I know her since her childhood
She is my Lil girl
& I'm an old mirror of her room
One day she came to me
Having beautiful smile
& gleaming eyes
Singing romantic songs & flying
As if she isn't watching mirror
Like she is playing lead role in her favorite fairy tale
I felt her crazy & myself amazed
'cause I realized
My Lil girl who is actually shy
Fall in love with a guy
One day she came to me
With wetty eyes, throat filled
Uninterested in everything
Ist time focusing her face & thinking
As if she isn't watching a mirror
Like she is a cop beating herself, arresting someoneelse
I felt sad & she was depressed
Then I realized
My Lil girl, so lovely
Failed & Fooled in love, badly
One day she came to me
Pushed her eyebrows up
Brought leader's smile on her face
One hand up & delicately waved
As if she isn't watching a mirror
Like she is addressing the whole world through me
I felt proud, she looks great
& finally I realized
My Lil girl unknowingly
Just growing up slowly... &...slowly
Categories:
uninterested, break up, emotions, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
A welcome sight the lights ahead - like misty globules on ink black foam
The billboard elicits a sense of foreboding - Welcome to the Midnight Bazaar
A lack luster moon adds to the mystery – nervously I enter to ask my way home
A familiar song plays in the somewhere, the name eludes me - how bizarre
Somberly dressed people scurry past- eyes focused on illuminated screens
Refusing contact, shoving past rudely as I ask where this place would be
One of them in riddles tells me - this is home - the place to be it seems
I wonder if the scales of reality have tipped in favor of insanity
A stall arouses my curiosity and I look as a butcher of sorts places
Bleeding hearts getting desired effect - starts a pushing jostling frenzy
Uninterested in the clowns on stilts with their painted morbid faces
Children walk with sullen looks - expressionless eyes that fail to see
Crowds clamor to buy sea food - how absurd - especially as a smell of decay prevails
Fresh produce on sale with dyed color bleeding and truffles of mud is there something amiss
A man wanders around with passports on offer - Buy yourself a Life - his sign displays
Relief at last - a stall with books and maps – here is my escape from this tainted Abyss
This God forsaken place is not where I wish to stay
And I must strive to leave it before the light of day
An exorbitant sum I pay eager to escape his cloying breath, his black toothed smile
A commotion at the far end - some sort of bidding - curiously I venture courage giving me wings
A sign proclaims ‘Souls For Sale’- in rage I scream ‘you cannot sell souls - This is so Vile ‘
Dark soulless eyes in chalk white faces – Bore right through me – Look right through me
I run screaming, falling, clawing the map that shows all roads lead back to this Hell - I scream
Waking myself - knowing the name of that song still in my head - Shaking from this macabre dream
Footnote:
This was not meant to be a pretty poem. It exaggerates the state of a world that has seemingly lost its focus and empathy. Let's not let this happen
Take a bit of Dean Kontz, Stephen King and the unnatural things going on with food enhancements and you have the stage set for a macabre nightmare!
Categories:
uninterested, dark, dream, fear, scary,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
As I was sitting in the park, one dark cloudy day, I was troubled in such a worrisome way.
My complicated life had me down, upon my face, a grimacing, tormented frown.
When I looked up, what I saw, was a stern faced clown, uninterested, suffused, withdrawn.
He was sitting on the bench, so sad, so frayed, his hands clenched tight, as if he prayed.
A look of torment upon his haunted face, it seemed he was uninterested, out of place.
From his eyes, tears were falling to the ground, I was astonished, I was so astound.
His face seemed to be frozen in time, but then again he reminded me of a mime.
I understood immediately, we were the same, both of us being in the same mind frame.
I tried to smile and to my despair, we both stared at each other with an equal glare.
I wondered what this message could possibly be, was this fate being directed to me?
He nodded his head, looked up to the leaden sky, he read my thoughts, I silently sighed.
I realized in an instant this was foreseen; so petrified, I felt like a frozen ashy figurine.
The clown still seated on the bench, his eyes steadily fixed, on me, was he totally
entrenched?
That tormented look that was upon his face, continued in silence, showing no reflective
grace.
Understanding, I smiled; I knew that this was my ghost, sent to me by The Divine’s Holy host.
No longer worried or concern; my troubles lifted, that gloomy dark cloud has been adjourned.
© Juanita Warden 7/12/11
Categories:
uninterested, imaginationme, dark, dark, me,
Form:
Verse
Imagine me as a book covered with dust,
A soul whose warmth for years remained untouched
Letters on every page were ill-defined, unclear
The essence was hidden in an ambiguous fear
Uninterested I was in the societal rigmarole,
Me and my outer self were at opposite poles
Quite hesitant I was to turn to the next page
As I knew it would amount only to stormy rage
Quite concerned I was for my future pages and me,
The so-called bright world appeared shadowy
And in this dusky weather, suddenly the air felt unusual
This didn’t happen in years, the matter truly seemed crucial
I bizarrely felt the warmth of cool welcoming zephyr
My pages drifted, smiled and glinted like a pearl
My dull existence got transfigured into a life full-of-beans
Personified I was into a woman of worth, a woman of means
And now after owning this bag full of happiness,
I started reading the letters carved on me,
This time they were decipherable and defined,
They managed to unite me, my heart and my mind.
I looked around, in quest of the soul who revived me
Who passed by me and set my tangled soul free
Seeing him was out of question, quite hazy he appeared to me,
I could only fantasize him as a cozy breeze over the sea
Now, this breeze could be felt only when you are around me
You… only you and nothing beyond
You… the only one to make my passion profound
You… in your absence too you could be felt around
You … the only one in whom I am found!
Categories:
uninterested, faith, fantasy, happiness, hope,
Form:
Lyric
Feverishly sipping thoughts more than coffee
lingering in the less sweeter days of autumn's hue
uninterested in seeing any beauty in its waking moments
stirring like the leaves as they are stripped from trees
endlessly wishing for the warmth the sun brings
as i shiver through the layers of my tired soul
stripped of emotions, left colorless i trudge
onward through this day like a lifeless shell
not caring for anything more then the fake smile i wear
Categories:
uninterested, autumn,
Form:
Acrostic
Line 2: "she reassured me with an unfamiliar line"
she's but an alluring, poisonous spider
that wields her sexiness like a weapon.
come what may, she gets what she wants;
an opportunist; her target, malleable men
uninterested in relationships, she's all about
grifting. she once tried to lure me into her web.
she reassured me with an unfamiliar line...
"don't worry, I don't bite!"...but I knew better.
she's an effortlessly seductive temptress
with intoxicating charms tough to resist;
she enjoys dangling her feminine wiles
like a carrot for benighted men to nibble.
she's left a trail of broken men in her wake.
be careful, my guy! do not let her suck you
into the vortex of her magnetism, for she'll be
the author of your destruction.
Categories:
uninterested, encouraging, evil, woman,
Form:
Free verse
1
At peace perhaps too much
a fine Spring rain
we seek news from the desert or capitol
of those who have dedicated their lives to losing their lives for us
adventurers, ancient honor, land runners
this campaign a must to advance one's career
a war president needs war
2
All you need to know is the names of things
chambers of commerce and large corporations
elements, products, decay fungi, egg masses
cultivars and their relation to wild grasses and the edge
uses of herbs, languages of mammals,
purposes of insects, placement of rocks
the names of everything by which we know our way
3
I've read about those remarkable souls who maintain self-control
among murderers and the unentertained multitude
who may have even spoken persuasively
at the right moment for speaking
and thus attracted a now unwanted immortality
there are only two ways you can tell
a bird of prey from a vision - humor and ritual
4
the Fedex gal
would be unlike taking off Emily Dickinson's clothes
over the counter perfume and spray paint hair
postman's shorts, black socks
a woman's legs are much like a man's
yet she too is beautiful, too beautiful, weekends
boating with her man
5
Suburbs, lawns, blankets
in a long, long nursery of babies
napping, old, blameworthy
and, I say this respectfully, blind
certain and uninterested
in motives more subtle than their immediate comfort
Who am I to complain?
6
Plants, poems: riches
our financial advisor doesn't count. Good and simple
a man as he is. Comes tousled
from early morning golf and puffy
from a late night fight or lovefest with his wife.
Inchworm
letting out its rope down an oak.
7
Late afternoon meeting
like the dry samara, achene or capsule surrounding a seed
how often have I tried to escape
my need, community, chamber of commerce
you cannot drive
the roads are theirs and the signs, perhaps
you can walk if you can name the plants and rocks and are willing to die
8
O happy family
there's some contentment in letting community and family decide
your place in it. Gatekeepers -
unconscious god, invisible hand, natural selection -
kind when refraining from violence
when not responding with force to the universe's effort
to extinguish us.
Categories:
uninterested, adventure, family, god, happy,
Form:
Verse
The Tortured Cuckoo
Delivered-bewildered and confused, onto a foliage. No direction from those empowered to parent so weak a fledgling. Clawed and pecked for being, an easy release of pent-up frustration upon defenceless creature.
Eat, and be reminded that you never contributed food to the table. Sleep, but only after the replayed nightly rants. Clothe, but only sufficient to cover modesty. Daily rebuke, for merely existing in this confused environment
.
The mute mother, covered and suppressed by incessant torment. Offers no more than, ‘Never Mind Love’. Neighbours uninterested in the welfare of other flocks say, ‘’He’s always flitting from one nest to another nest’’.
Sister distanced and removed for safety. Half- sister distanced by umbilical distain for someone not of their father. Grand parents- indifferent to my presence, unable to give recognition to my mere existence. Their talons sharpened by others. Success never acclaimed, but failure always punished.
Then to fly the nest, when devoid of sinews of loving strength and the wombed bedroom never yours to return to in times of need. When every step taken with ease and encouragement for others, is a thorned briar at every turn for you.
Alertness and deviance become your friends. Opportunist and far thinking, you build a nest of comforting security- so long denied. Once a long time featherless, now wearing full plumage.
The mountains are your refuge, they reciprocate litheness and stealth. They seek neither intimacy nor show distain. On these high contours you are the predatory Hawk. Words unanswered for so long are replaced by ‘thoughts and dreams’ that dance upon the wind!!!.
Categories:
uninterested, character, childhood, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Personification
We keep to ourselves all our deepest affection
from a misguided notion that hearts need protection.
We offer love slowly and use great precaution,
when we ought to race and should love to exhaustion.
For no moment passes…not a singular one,
whether under the all-seeing glare of the sun
or the soft, cool gaze of uninterested stars,
that death ceases pursuit of what we think is ours,
then 'ere we are ready, it claims from our hands
all of the people we thought that we’d have
...to hold for another day.
08/13/15
Categories:
uninterested, care, change, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Couplet
A girl in a red hat, walking home from campus, looks up and sees an elderly man stepping out on the window edge of an aging apartment building. She considers the distance from the ledge to the ground and determines that the fall will surely kill him. She is busy memorizing the look of the man, slightly too tight clothes, patchy grey hair; a man notices her gaze upward.
He follows her eye-line, and upon seeing the old man he yelps, “don’t jump!” He dials emergency and explains the situation to an uninterested operator. A small crowd has gathered during his conversation, waiting for the man to make his decision. The girl wonders how old the man actually is, he can’t have much time left anyways.
A middle-aged woman joins the anxious crowd; she pats down her frizzy red hair while thinking of how great a story this will be to tell her husband. Tonight he will listen intently to her for the first time in months. “Do it man!” yells a teenage boy, approving of his show of rebellion against society. Quickly after, an old lady with crooked fingers thumps him on the head.
The old man sees the approaching brigade of cop cars. “I don’t have much time left anyways,” the man justifies his decision, and turns around ducking back into the building he draws the scarlet curtains, leaving a crack for sunlight to lay upon the dusty floor. A collective sigh of disappointment rises from the crowd and into his window. Its fine, what is one more upset in a life full of mistakes? The girl is the first to walk away; she remembers she has to pick up milk.
Categories:
uninterested, age, community, depression, humanity,
Form:
Narrative
There is nothing worse than love except unloved.
It's unclear why I have been moved from desirable to undesirable.
An unaccountable situation not uncommon in the relationship world.
The issue that one has become uncommitted is undeniably
ungracious and unsuitable.
The fact that my possession of an individuals undivided attention
that has been replaced with uninterested and unclaimed
makes me uncertain of the existence of the love she claimed.
Am I to understand that she became uncomfortable and unconsolable?
I underestimated unbreakable. Undermining the unwilling unknowing that
the price would be the ultimate. Where was I unrelenting in my cruelty?
I find it unsearchable to see what went unchecked or what parts I left unrequited.
I'll just have to let her go so that she will be unburdened.
Better that than her being unfaithful.
Categories:
uninterested, betrayal,
Form:
Blank verse
Psychedelic Sound
So you look at me and wonder why
I'm this kinda guy who doesn't even try
Seemingly I'm content to just get high
uninterested in your world of suit and tie
If you want a taste of my world I'll help you fly
Yes dipping into my sugar you could die
But me oh my it's better than pumpkin pie
You see I trip on all kinds of crazy
Who knew dreams could make you lazy
Colours are vibrant but the minds goes hazy
Oopsy daisy I know this is not how God made me
Still I'm more than content to groove on paisley
Walk away or come sit down
Stop being so constipated and rule bound
Slippdy do wop over to the dark sida town
Here square pegs like you become round
All of your missing bits won't be found
Yet you'll be flying high laying flat on the ground
loving every colour looking for psychedelic sound
Part of me feels bad I opened up the door
at least you don't fight those demons no more
Here even the concrete feels like a seashore
If you listen right you can hear the waves roar
Live ten years in just a minute or four
The spot you puncture won't even feel sore
Through my fog I heard whispers you were found
eyes glazed over, flat on the ground
I thought I was just imagining the gurgling sound
What's done is done it can't be rewound
You're probably better off under that mound
I would have come to say good bye
But I had a trip to take way down town
You sure were a blast, I'll miss you being around!
Categories:
uninterested, addiction,
Form:
Rhyme
Imagine a child who has never been encouraged
Or built up by praise
Or recognition for a job well done; however small the job
That child will likely be sullen
Uninterested in doing well
Unconcerned about improving his or her own life; or lives of others
Why bother? They ask themselves
Now imagine a Church filled with those children; grown to adulthood
It’s a Church where nothing gets done
Where personal
Community and societal improvement is not the agenda
Or included in mission statement at all
Why bother? We ask ourselves
But encouragement is not an option
Supporting each other is not a suggestion
It is what is required for a vibrant life-giving community
Categories:
uninterested, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Light Verse
Black History Month is recognized almost everywhere;
I’d watch shows like Roots but didn’t care.
Slaves sold from one master to another;
Separated from mother, father, sister and brother.
On the plantations picking cotton;
Praying to God they won’t be forgotten.
Black people sitting at the back of the bus;
Wondered why no one would put up a fuss.
What’s wrong with you people, why not fight back?
Mom said they stayed humble to keep families intact.
The dogs, hoses, sticks and stones;
They never retreated to be left alone.
Can’t drink from the fountain, get an education;
Little Rock Nine opened the eyes of the nation.
News bytes of riots and protests and sit-ins;
Still uninterested because where do I fit in?
The 50’s and 60’s were for civil rights;
So I can live in a city that ends with the word “Heights”.
That’s in the past, I’d say, then channel surf;
Something so subtle but powerful was what I saw first.
A black man and white woman dance on the floor;
Why didn’t this program affect me before?
Whoopi and Barbara share a desk on The View;
I had to look twice like it was something new.
Oprah and Dr. Phil share a friendly kiss;
Different races now celebrate wedded bliss.
Jackie Robinson played amongst hisses and boos;
Jordan and James are making sports news.
Those who came before me were hung from a rope;
On my 18th birthday, I will register to vote.
Rosa went to jail because of sore feet;
When I ride the bus I take the front seat.
They marched on Washington years ago;
So I can be a doctor, a lawyer, or CEO.
Carl B. Stokes, Cleveland’s mayor in 68;
Barack Obama in 2008?
I finally realized what the struggles were for;
Now I Get It even more!
Categories:
uninterested, black-african amerme,
Form: