Oblivious Poems - Poems about Oblivious

I saw her walking by the sea, Her long hair blowing in the breeze. Tall and so elegant was she. I saw her walking by the sea; She was oblivious of me, Saw her, elegant, walking, oblivious The first five lanes are from my poem "By The Sea" written 2024 ...

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oblivious with everything everywhere. Sensitive to the atmosphere. soaking in various conditioning. oblivious with everything everywhere. Animosity to desensitivity. Emotions sound as if they were a symphony. Sensitive to the atmosphere. Perhaps it’s not here or there. Suddenly arriving as an epiphany. oblivious with everything everywhere. possibly a hindrance of cheer. In that moment a split decision. Sensitive to the atmosphere. Some extraordinaire its innocent...

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Each living in their private world, into which no one can enter, within the cave of their heart curled, are driven by thoughts that canter but when flag of love is unfurled, they recognise soul’s true centre. Look at souls living by instinct, fuelled by both desire and fear, their head and heart not with love inked, thus blocking God from drawing near, until they...

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The present generation spend most of their time staring at a screen. Either at work at play also inbetween....

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Here on the cusp of all things, is where I succumb Ceding my stuff blindly, toward oblivion and none Unwilling to persevere, without a modicum of fun Listing in perpetual stasis, til the spasm’s undone And yet a god may save me, or a talisman of love Some prophet of euphoria, quelling ennui thereof Placing...

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They stand in middle of the lawn, chatting and laughing and moving to a peculiar rhythm , they were unconcerned about what is going on and held on tightly to each other arm and the clouds began to get dark and the larks were flying around the everything began to move. The ant in the...

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Cleopatra was beautiful ...

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What a change From bouncy, bubbly and vivacious ...

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She is oblivious to the fact That she can make my mind Tedious Which makes me furious But imagining her smiling upon Makes my heart troubled as ocean On a stromy night...

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No, I'm not one of those who say, "It's nothing, it's collateral damage for just cause." How much I regret this plight of conscience, people walking around unmindful of the tragedy. Have they no trace of humanity? Are there no rules of war? Is genocide allowed? The spirit of contradiction marks the West, shattering tranquility of academic ivory towers, desperately...

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When you’re here I am oblivious to the cold, I feel warm. When you are around, I am oblivious to the raging storm. It just makes a nice ambiance for us to snuggle you see. It doesn’t matter if you burn the toast, it tastes good to me. Some overnight visitors have tactfully told me you snore. This is news...

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The bird soars, oblivious to the wind beneath its wings The fish swims, oblivious to the water in the sea Humans experience this life much the same Obliviously Our desires to understand and seek truth are unimportant We’re content with our feelings and socially constructed lies We take for granted the blessing that we were born And try to convince ourselves that...

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He sits in a corner Motionless and still Hiding from an enemy Refusing to kill Beaten and battered Alone in this game Afraid to show himself For reasons like shame Golden hair fibers Resting on top Oblivious to life The voices won't stop They walk and they run They pay him no mind While fighting off demons That have plagued his mind Torn are his clothes Rotten are...

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Your beauty is like the azure skies, The moon in the sapphire night, The whisper of dawn in the thoughts, The wondrous stars, glimmering hope Inspiring my spirit, my very being… To hear the restful way you approach This peaceful dream, sweet tranquility Your comforting touch, like intimacy’s Brush – washing away all the fear, Reminding me that joy is so near – Inside my...

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whims may become a blessing or a curse pushing one toward certain ruin or worse drinking from the deep well of evasion well versed in dark practices of persuasion fixating on dreams of what ought to be avoiding what mirrors reality totally free of social encumbrances in spite of what the best assumption is wandering through this life oblivious hiding from anything too obvious urge...

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