Short Disinterest Poems
Short Disinterest Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Disinterest by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Disinterest by length and keyword.
Glance
Gaze
Crave
Fixate
Taste
Appreciate
Cherish
Obsess
Possess
Ingest
Indulge
Engulf
Full
Bulge
Break
Ache
Distaste
Disgust
Disgorge
Disinterest
Ignore
Bored
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our quintessential cool cat mushroom was a beatnik rare
he danced with a wiggly butt, his shoulders in the air
there was rhythm in his walk, he acted like he did not care
blatant disinterest in the cool cat mushroom named McDare
Anxiety increases as Christmas draws near
Kids may not get what they asked for, they fear,
It’s presents holding them rapt, not good cheer
Santa shows disinterest, he has another beer
‘Tis Mrs. Claus stretching the budget this year.
Written December 11, 2022
Reunion, 2009
By Holly W. Schwartztol ©
It’s June and they’re calling
Curiosity’s enthralling
It’s Reunion time again
Do we really dare
To go back there
With our eyes and minds open?
Or do we shun
What was begun
And feign disinterest and ennui?
To finally discover
Inklings that hover
Evoking our hidden selves
Puppy follows heart
Owners sitting.
Lap. Lap. Lap.
Clip. Clip. Clip.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
Ball!
Puppy tries to be unfriendly.
No one’s fooled.
Lap. Lap. Lap.
Slobber. Slobber. Slobber.
Chew. Chew Chew.
Squirrel!
Two puppies.
Pretend disinterest
While circling and sniffing.
sniff. sniff. sniff.
Warning growl.
Puppy pile!
Winter Cold.
I was going for a walk
when I saw an ice front coming down the lane
I let go of the dog on lead.
Ran home and burnt old poetry books
to keep the cold at bay.
Sagacity went up in flames keeping me warm.
Cold ashes and regrets.
And the dog, with its thick fur and disinterest
in reading, survived in the hollow of an old oak.
Those days were like rows of paper dolls
Before the lovely whisper of passion
In charmed, heavenly color schemes
releasing my disinterest from me.
Your allure under lovely lodging eyes
If I flee, I might be gone forever
The moon heard falling echoes
A romantic poetry downpour
I'm floating on your waves
carry me to the beach.
I should not have been surprised
I have seen it before
the isolation,
making yourself a priority
then the withdrawal
the disinterest
I am not holding a grudge
I am just hopeful
that one day,
you will realize, the self destructing path you’re on..
No talking behind your back
I’m better than that,
I wish you well,
with a thank you from me
for setting me free…
An imagist glimpse of metamodern beauty
Her swagger sweeps the street.
Men pretend not to see—
yet their eyes beg the bouquet in her hand,
a wish disguised as disinterest.
She aligns with the lamppost,
the background tilts to her hue,
as if the lamp and pavement
had robbed the sun of its yellow—
and still,
her beauty hovers beyond this world.
Listen to poem:
never loved cat ways
their tail-flicking arrogance
their unasked-for gaze
my family longed for one —
I yielded, keeping distance
stray kitten arrived
they all fawned gushed over it
but the cat chose me
the least interested one
who shooed and shoved it away
smitten by kitten
my heart disinterested
lurched to beat retreat
we're inseparable now
the kitten has claimed my lap
I Have a Serious Case Of... (how the title SUPPOSED to look!!!)
Boredom.
Ennui.
Tedium.
Apathy.
Disinterest.
Indifference.
Lethargy.
Monotony.
Dullness.
Lassitude.
Listlessness.
Repetitiveness (repetitiveness).
Incuriosity.
Jadedness.
Disregard.
Immobility.
Unfocussed.
Distraction.
Disinclination.
Aversion.
Avoidance.
Discontentment…
… or just plain “cannot be arsed”!
I'm hurt but I've learned
And that I've heard
Is the greatest gift for one to ever yearn
Affections turn from infatuation to disinterest
To better again to worse
Before finally realizing one's individual worth
And a fool I'd be to try and swim upstream
In search for memories long washed away
Down into the river and to the sea
There are just some things in life
We cannot live to repeat
Reluctantly I acquiesce
This is much to my dismay
Daunting, appears the task
Overwhelming thoughts consume my days
Disillusioned by the emotional discourse
Troubled by the arrogant improprieties
Living in a world of ignorance
Full of contemptuous indignities
Disheartened - I confess moving forward
Perturbed by societies disinterest of clarity
I still have hope for my family’s future
Hence, the acquiesce irony
Happiness is the vital element of mind
It comes through self-satisfaction
Satisfaction is the child of self-controlling
Controlling is the power of knowing self
As a result
Happiness comes from knowledge of self
Greedless and disinterest in earthly things makes the happy
Happy fears not in death coz it's changing of existence merely
Knowledge of self is truth in happy mind
Truth has no interchange even in death
06.05.2020 Chattogram
Love,
Nothing else in life gives us such a shove,
As we shake our fists at the stars above,
Damning us with the depression we're so sick and tired of.
Fear,
Fear that the one we love will stray,
The object of our passion goes away,
The disinterest in their eyes that they continue to convey.
Cold,
Behold, as our lover is quickly sold,
To another heart, and we are left to uphold,
A depression we cannot control.
Our undying sensuality,
Such a complex reality.
the sloth yawns at time
inert, as listless minutes
turn wasted hours to years
work is left undone
avoided like a poison
the very thought, repugnant
the useless hand rules
in sluggish monotony
repeated “ad nauseam”
hear the weary sighs
a disinterest in ideas
thinking takes too much effort
how dull the moments
how easy to lay around
drearily, suffocating
and so the sloth goes
through blank, barren idleness
wallowing in stagnancy
Written on 10/23/2018