I Do Not Care Poems | Examples
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Stand up for the weak and speak up for the quiet.
When people are bullied they are forced to hide it.
They are scared and afraid and they want to speak up.
But they know if they do that they might get beat up.
They suffer in silence and don't say a word.
They're so close to suicide because their feelings are hurts.
By the time we figure it out it's already too late.
Another persons life has been taken away.
Stand up for the weak they can't do this alone.
And speak up for the quiet because they can't speak on their own.
My house is a wreck.
I do not care.
The porch is an atrocity.
Also no worries.
I have a new puppy.
This is the only thing I care about today.
My tendency to slip into the dark-
a matter you have now begun to press.
In realms of time and pain, I ache no less;
you undervalue still, its lasting mark.
So see me stand before you, bare and stark;
I pray you’re not dismayed when I confess
the ticking clock alone cannot repress-
this sorrow hovers on a timeless arc.
I do not wish to burden or deceive;
if I could craft a spell, I’d cast it quick.
I’d wield a wand if it might do the trick,
but endless is this ache, I do believe.
To waste a wish on turning time is tragic,
for I have yet to come across this magic.
I do not care,
lightly, somewhere inside I wonder why—
why don't you
care the way I dare
too much?
Whenever you are there,
and I am here, we are nowhere near
where we started all those years ago.
It does not matter;
we invest no genuine care.
I don’t care I say
It has become my mantra
Those who know me well laugh
Because they know me well
It shuts down the troublemakers
“I don’t care” means
They cannot get a rise out of me
They cannot change my mood
They wander away to bother others
I don’t care
My mantra
Works for me
Sometimes l tire of doing what others require
What is expected and to appease
When in honesty the answer is “No Thank you”
Instead l voice “Yes Please”
An invitation to a gathering or event
I do not wish to attend
At the risk of being anti -social or rude
l partake reluctantly not wanting to offend
I wish l could be totally honest
Without judgement or scorn
Politely say “Sorry I am not interested”
Without feeling guilty and torn
Sometimes l tire of doing what others require
Not making the decision for me
So as not to rock the boat
Creating waves on the calm still sea
beside the front gate
knowing I will be home soon
my dog barks at passing cars
passersby notice
my dog waiting patiently
“Beware dog, do not enter!”
all is safe at home
I do not worry at all
his bark a vicious warning
to the trespasser
he knows I am coming soon
rapidly wagging tail now
Written September 2, 2022
People, Places, Situations, People are agonized and wounded for more reasons than anyone may decipher. Compassion for one another is so greatly needed in these critical times. It makes me wonder, makes me wanna holler, scream for their hurts, and needs.
I am at an Urgent Care
there is only one other person here
We are wearing masks but his is not effective
Because he is speaking on the phone
He is coughing up ponies, cats, dogs, and elephants
I move chairs to get a bit further away
He does not notice
I feel uncomfortable and unsafe
I want to get out of here before he coughs up a gorilla
They call my name and I do not mind getting weighed
She was a stranger who needed to tell her story,
so naturally she told me.
My hazel eyes are my downfall.
I do not know how to work them.
I don’t know how to ice them or harden them or make them look uncaring.
I don’t know how to control my mouth either.
I don’t have the uncomfortable smile others do.
So, I sit and listen and listen and listen and listen and listen.
Showing her, I care while my family rolls their eyes.
Icing and hardening their own eyes, because they know how to do it.
They are wearing the uncomfortable smile I can’t do too.
They are wishing she would take our order, so we could eat.
I can feel them glaring at me.
Will you kindly show me your sympathy?
I am so lonely and helpless today.
You're my baby once, I'd shown empathy.
Will you kindly show me your sympathy?
I had felt your pains by telepathy,
I do not know, today, you feel that way.
Will you kindly show me your sympathy?
I am so lonely and helpless today.
“Honor your father and mother” (This is the first commandment with a promise)
(Ephesians 6:2)
21 May 2021
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In a backward upside down, real way
The artist shook me out of my humdrum tree
I rolled over and over with a blob in my head
wondering why my soul was dancing
She understood before I ever did
I live for art, music and poetry that tosses me into the sea
allowing me the luxury of wondering
whether I will be devoured by sharks
and if I am, will they begin with my feet?
I prefer they start with my head
But only if they can fit the whole thing inside their pie holes.
I look at this canvas of oranges, turquoise and greens,
and do not care about what the artist meant
All I know is that it makes me want to dance, twirl and sing.
That is more than enough for me.
Work for the week
Work for the weak
Listen to no
Listen to know
Live for the hour
Live for the our
Watch your waist
Watch your waste
Provide for maw
Provide for more
Fill the roll
Fill the role
Lose your idol
Lose your idle
Learn from the past
Learn from the passed
Make your piece
Make your peace
Lay down your arms
Lay down your alms
Strengthen your sole
Strengthen your soul
-- pet art --
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| pRINTS | p
| ReVEAL | e
| NAtURE | t
| AFFaIR | a
| DEMUrE | r
| UNPENt | t
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by
Martin Braun
3/19/2020