Short Unbothered Poems
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Crowded room
Noisy, talking
Incessant
Sitting alone
Untethered
Unbothered
Peaceful silence
Found within
Valued space
Invaluable
Abundance
Spirit within
I don’t need anyone
To care for-To be cared by
I don’t need anything
I’m fine
I like it this way
Alone, unbothered, silence
Alone is my friend
Alone is my enemy
Form:
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All ways had time to between the whi wash les
unbothered me
I hear you had high drama at school on Tuesday.
I have no idea what she is texting about.
And this is Wednesday morning.
She was not even at school yesterday.
I feel relieved.
I do not know of it.
Blissfully unaware and unbothered.
I may have no choice but to make these mistakes.
But I can at least make sure that they only affect me.
So that even when I give up in seeking help-
At least this burden of helplessness is only on me.
So that they can go on unbothered.
Today I’m thankful for campfires and how we love them so
Each campfire reminding us of a time…when time itself moves slow
A time when the world stands still
and we were as we were created to be…
young and pure…
unbothered…
innocent and free
Teacher left a wrapped soft oatmeal cookie on her desk.
I could touch it with my right hand if I wanted to.
I think about opening it up and devouring it.
But it might be her lunch.
I leave it unbothered.
Annoyed she dumps it in the garbage upon her return.
A girl unlike the rest
Her essence unshaken
She walks untouched by the noise
Unmoved by love
Untouched by desire
No artifice adorn her face
She stands in her own realm
While the world chase fleeting whims
She hold her ground
A star in her own silent sky
Untouched and Unbothered.
Unbothered at Forty
I stopped asking permission to belong.
My peace became more valuable than approval.
Not every friendship was meant to stay.
The right women found the real me.
Forty taught me to choose myself.
Stopped peace friendship real choose.
Inspired by: The Freedom of Forty (2026)
Unbothered at Forty
I stopped asking permission to belong.
My peace became more valuable than approval.
Not every friendship was meant to stay.
The right women found the real me.
Forty taught me to choose myself.
Stopped peace friendship real choose.
Inspired by: The Freedom of Forty (2026)
Pulled, cut, sprayed, and forgone
A haven for bees in early springtime
Often overlooked in this landscape and stepped on
A resplendent gift from the divine
Teeth of a mean ole lion, so sublime
Unbothered, bold, and strong
Natural healing when the body is cryin', oh so kind
Good health lasts long
You are candle flame inside a room
Unbothered by wind nor disturbed of air,
Flickering not as if going out--
As fluttering of dewy eyes--
To flaunt your delicate virtue.
Yet I as a moth, still am mesmerized
By your quietude, so charmed
By your indifferent gravity.
I would call it wiles
If it wasn't so pure.
Some dream of palaces full of silver and gold
In the future of their afterlife, something to behold
Others dream of heaven, and pearly white gates
Passing the judgement, and receiving their fate
But all that I wish is to live as a star
Forever unbothered, my worries so far
Burning with bright blue beautiful light
My siblings the constellation that you see at night
I’m unbothered by cold within you,
comforted and calm in a stark light;
Jet-fueled by that taste of clarity,
the knowledge you remain in control.
My soul amplifies crystalline blue,
maniacal grin that shines so bright;
Called to your sure personality,
I’ll follow you down a rabbit hole.
Your ice brings out the fire within me,
feeding my angst just like rock and roll.
Her broken rules
Couldn't feel the same
Tastes of choices
I gave no way
Broke back when it ended
She learned over him
I defended
Another's warm weather
Her level, hurt
Nothing to train it
A societies blemish
Miss prepared
No loves an affair
Gradually
Losing
Being worthed
Inventions
Untapped muscles
Repressed records
One day
Forgotten
Another's stain
Unbothered
What if god is the devils biggest lie
All those pious souls
Hope for the damned living a life of unending hopelessness
Hell cracked and broken shards of immortality
Not scared of dying and living a life lived unbothered
Standing in the glare of his brutal love
I slowly raise my finger with no accusations
Angels enticed and disturbed
I deny you
Where is your power
for i am your glory
You may argue I might argue
Truth is laughing at corner
Unshaken unbothered
The Unnegotiable
You web words, I refute
I web words, you refute
Detached and immovable
The Unnegotiable
I pretend to listen
I know you pretend to listen
Beyond realms of words
The Unnegotiable
You love your truth
I love to prove how it is not
We negotiate in circles
The Unnegotiable
The lack of common sense
makes nonsense easy,
things that should make sense,
slip through, unchallenged.
Yet common sense itself
makes the absurd unbearable,
forcing logic upon the illogical,
struggling to grasp the uncommon.
To live without it
is to drift through chaos,
unbothered by contradiction.
To live with it
is to wrestle with reason,
forever questioning the senseless.
Clear waters
Open up for me
In the palm of your hand
White sand shores
That forever will be adored
In the palm of your hand
Mysterious oceans
Open up our emotions
In the palm of your hand
Now run along with me
And forever we will be
Together and unbothered
Next to the sea
And I will be your man
Hold tight to my right hand
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-Matthan C. Atherton
Gloomy old witch with faded light blue eyes
Your eerie spookiness took me by surprise
There is something disturbing in your haggard face
Your age has soured you, I think you have lost your grace.
Even your dilapidated hat seems weirdly odd to me.
Please leave me alone, unbothered, just let me be.
I feel disturbed and perturbed by you and your ugly hat.
Wondering where you keep your broom and your ebony cat.
Silence is the ultimate'
In the praise of the Lord
It seeps' of servility
And trembles'
With remote authentic'
Unbothered, unchanged
Severalty
Fore Hee hath give me
So much,
For so long and so fully'
That well,
I commend thee
I give him all the praise
And the dominion
Over man fore it is his privy
Non-the-Less
I shall give unto him all of my
Abidance in being
Sanctimoniously entangled
Fore I am at his feet
GF
I ran into you
On my grandmother's porch
Twisting about, in the rain
Free, innocent, unencumbered
I glanced at you
In the eyes of my first love
Held your hand
Free, innocent, unbothered
I sat on your back
As I kept rhythm with your trot
Thinking this is living
Free, innocent, unhurried
I embodied presence
As I meowed on stage
Playing an insignificant part
Free, innocent, unified
Never separate...just out of sync
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-10-2026
Mist wraps around her like dreams,
Smart-girl vibes echo in whispers,
She struts through rain and thunder,
New money shines bright in her eyes.
A locket swings close to her heart,
Memories whisper through each droplet,
She dances as storms gather round,
Each step a pulse, a fierce heartbeat.
In crimson hues, she breaks through,
Gripping life with soft yet strong hands,
Thunder shakes the world beneath,
But she walks on, unbothered, free.
You can talk behind my back, decide what's false or true,
but the truth is I'm unbothered that you watch my every move.
I'll rise until I'm everything you wanted but outgrew,
and you'll just keep watching, knowing I became the best without you.
Say what you want about me, I'll keep shining all the same,
you can talk forever while I elevate my name.
If my light feels blinding, I won't wish your vision burns,
but I'll pass you sunglasses, love, so you can watch and learn.
the earth would have sighed
a long, deep breath
and sunk back into herself.
no asphalt veins strangling the soil,
no glass-and-steel shrines to ambition,
no engines grinding the silence
into dust.
the wolves would have sung
their old songs to the moon,
and the rivers would have
run clean,
like laughter
before we ever
came crawling out of the primordial
slime.
the trees, unbothered,
would have risen higher,
and the sun
wouldn’t have noticed
we were gone.