Short Aloofness Poems
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sentient perceptions
sent in the way of shared hope~
pairing aloofness
Written: February 24, 2023
wise man learns
from his own mistakes
yea more than anything else
So what!? Keep a right aloofness
That simple guy may hurt you to save you
Dismiss you with their smug aloofness.
Hooked tails a sly pastoral crook.
Ignoring your grand commands.
They slink up, rub your leg
when it suits their mood,
with tail end flits.
clear telltales
of their
scorn.
Autumn at an Automat
Austere aloofness.
Assessment approbation.
Allays apathy.
Inspired by Brian Strand’s Imagine Contest
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Automat_(painting)
Poetic Form: Ekphrasis (Art Inspired) Haiku with Alliteration.
She walks in beauty
she walks in beauty
at night breaking
the aloofness
men hunger of lust
demand her
splendor and
beauty for
pence or two
having no Choices
to throw away
dearth
she obeys theirs
even if her tomorrow
would be darker
Saumya Aloysius
Numbers have an exactitude
Not found in many other places.
Unless you count nature.
Fur on bears
Stripes on a tiger
Sharp teeth on a great white
Bark on trees
Stripes on a bumblebee and a zebra
Playfulness in dogs
Aloofness in cats.
I think I am wrong
Exactitude is found in lots of places
Start
Excessive familiarity in a relationship breeds contempt
Aloofness shows signs of scorn
Bluffing about self in order to impress
Helps in piercing it like a thorn
Truth and honesty are the foundations
On which healthy relationships grow
Mutual trust then manifests itself
To make it strong and glow
End
The Matrix
There’s no aloofness
Between you and me
And if I feel any distance,
That’s only the time
And if you feel it,
It’s only the space,
In which we’re stuck up
With our divergence
Towards our convergence,
By which we shall meet
And live together
In the matrix of our origin.
By: R K Chowdary Jasti
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We are but merely fallible, fickle, imperfect and vulnerable Human Beings.
Why some of us act with an attitude of
Invincibility, superiority, discrimination, nonchalance or even aloofness is beyond me.
We all Simply come with a number or expiry date of which are not knowledgeable.
So why not show more love and care and concern along the brief journey way we all have?
Listen to poem:
home is hollow breath
without the slinking specter—
soft as velvet dusk
with purrs woven into seams
egos stitched with hooked tail flits
a silent stalker
keeper of embers in flame—
you walk where you please
crowning your chosen lap place
with aloofness all at peace
every homely hall
lacks the thrum that makes it beat
until mystery
curls itself beside the soul—
omnipresent whiskered face
Hope you’ll be doing better sometime soon…
So that we can let your past be entombed.
A past that is harshly shaded.
With streaks of pavement that have gently faded.
Please leave this aloofness behind.
Please allow us to engage in being kind.
Together, we will learn to forget.
What you did to burn with regret.
Surely, you will win against fate.
So someday soon, the tunnel will abate.
First day at college,
Encounter with a girl,
Gazes are exchanged,
Heart pounds,
Clock ceases to move,
Nothing happened further,
Goes back home and ruminates with a hidden smile,
Love is so pure and beautiful,
Everything turns fresh,
Even dark passenger makes way for geniality,
Aloofness takes the back seat,
Sweet dreams are aplenty,
Everything was near perfect until,
Mother exclaims, Wake up! It is 6 o'clock.
Form:
Blue is...
What one calls a sad mood
It's nature's color for the ocean
And the morning sky. The color code
For cold water. The positive symbol for trust
Serenity, contemplation, and authority
The negative symbol for sadness. depression
And aloofness. The color of a sapphire
The color that draws mosquitos like moths
To a flame
Date written and posted: 09/19/2018
When the gathered families smelled
The aroma of sausages,
Hotdogs and spent firecrackers
On prior Independence days
I was sniffing the subtle scents
Of odoriferous flowers
That grew beyond the festiveness.
When members heard,” come and get it!”
From the self designated chef
I heard only sounds of nature.
When the people sat and said grace
For the food that was on their plates
I stood among the wildflowers
too intoxicated to feast.
The young go-getter reached the ladder’s top rung
by making work his foremost purpose in life.
Lengthy absences from wife and children stung,
but wealth he provided outweighed any strife,
so he thought. To his work-first ethic he clung
till poor health and retirement cut like a knife.
Loved ones’ aloofness cuts deeper. He has found
the saying’s true: What goes around comes around.
September 21, 2022
entered in the Ottava Rima Contest Placed 6th
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
The door handle taunts me.
No one wants me to hear.
About me, but without me,
vibrations of sound drown
down to the ground,
as my heart pounds on edge.
A wedge of aloofness
keeps me estranged,
unchanged from who
I knew I'd become,
as numb as a child,
defiled and denied
the comfort of trust.
Like a tired mime,
I idly cry inside,
eyelids great for hiding.
Confiding happens
behind closed doors
without me;
About me or not,
I am unwanted in.
12-11-2024