Short Unimpressed Poems
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Regally stationed on a branch
The wide eyed owl stared acute
His capable vision saw it all
But still he did not give a hoot!
so far I'm fairly unimpressed
I keep wanting to give you chances
~ prove your heart is true
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The tiger growled, puffing its chest
Yet the donkey didn't seem stressed
Tiger said, " your bones I'll chew
and make a meal out of you
But the donkey was unimpressed
An alien snatched my wife one strange night,
To planet Speed, they took her in flight.
But the alien confessed,
She'd been sorely unimpressed,
So back home, he returned her, contrite.
Flowered words of poets,
colors of artist,
guns of armies,
prophets of gods,
One never knows from where destruction shall come,
Yet the galaxies spin on
unimpressed with the doings of man .
wilting in the setting sun
dissolving deflating
undernourished underfed
neglected rejected
unknown
a mystery
if any degree of pampering
can bring me back to life
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Concentric thought spins
interminable circles
without cease.
Dawn whirls reason into
mad logic.
Unimpressed.
Begging for conclusion
to confusion,
light shadows.
Darkness returns
in continuing rotation
of persistent disorder.
The fiddler crab waves his giant claw
A rival crab has got him beat
Small clawed female watches in awe
The fiddler crab waves his giant claw
Small clawed female stiffles a haugh
Unimpressed watches his defeat
The fiddler crab waves his giant claw
A rival crab has got him beat
We pose to impress the unimpressed
And yet wake up to try something new.
Its humanity to pretend
Clear our riches for an event.
We are attracted to the illusions of this land
While the sun is dying on our time
Are you still the same person during the night?
Can you see what a poet sees?
Do you know who you are out of pretend?
Form:
Death equal in its inequality
Life gasping for life
individuality stands timid in corners sparse
And being never begins
That end unseen
That step never falls
That air never tasted
Forever unexpelled
Asleep for the wake
Depression unimpressed
Convicted to life
Out of death
borne to nothing
The long way out
Along the only path
Nothing ever stays the same
And yet, in ways diverse,
Instead of real improvement,
It seems things are getting worse.
Perhaps if I were younger,
Optimistic thoughts would reign
And I wouldn’t find so much
About which I can’t help complain.
I will not list my worries
Or the reasons I feel stressed,
So, although the future’s waiting,
I think I’ll be unimpressed.
I've passed the disenchanted one, in the empty hallway
I've heard the isolated girl, arguing in the mirror
I've seen the angry hermit girl reflected in the toaster
I've noticed the crazy girl, crying in the shower
I've enjoyed the whispers of the poet talking to herself
Her latest performance had the largest audience yet
the flowers were captivated but the cat left unimpressed
I sat at my desk, watching my terrier paw pillows
on my bed in order to make a nest.
I said to my terrier, "If I had the money, I would build
a fine tunnel from the bedroom
to your own dog-den, a safe area of rest.
There, you could sometimes go and live dog life
at dog's life best."
I beamed at her with my suggested benevolence.
My terrier then collapsed into my pillows-
Unimpressed.
Monotony is a fleeting existence;
small and simple, yet
overbearing and heavy-handed;
paternal in nature with
demeaning discipline.
Improvement is not inevitable
or impulsive, instead
enigmatic at snail-speed.
And we look to the heavens to
reveal their cards; four
omnipotent aces cry out,
unimpressed, knowing all
along the location of their fifth
brother, flirting with the
hand of God.
So you think you can rhyme
go ahead, ring that chime
you have no ability to compose a verse
or the drive to excel in this course
So just go ahead, try your best
but I will undoubtedly be unimpressed
perhaps you will someday aspire
To be so good with the Lyre
Go ahead, the gauntlets thrown
try your best or be disowned
you'll never be better then me
even if you live 'til four thousand twenty-three
I noticed when there was space between us
Feet would never touch the earth
while breath i retain
All the a's at the centre of every space
If all the spaces were filled
where would we put everything else
What about__________________that space
Of course we should mention the celestial skies
sorry i am going there
That space between her thighs
The splinter of grey in her eyes
its ratio unimpressed
Yours
quietly heart breaking
Grumpy phone call
So I grumpily answered the phone and the Matron type she said
“you could be a bit nicer to me”,
so I said “how much nicer would you like me to be”?
She said “oh that's better “
So I said “ to slip between your creamy thighs, to nuzzle at your breast, to feel your contented sighs, as your arms do me caress, the best of all the natural highs, with you I'm surely blest!
She hung up the phone...UNIMPRESSED.
Don Johnson
Flowers bloom under salmon pink sunsets
grass grows and runs away with itself
newly born baby birds fly or fall
Yes, spring is finally in the air but
why am I so unimpressed with it all?
I yearn for cold, the crisp cool wind
my tennis shoes rustling the leaves
as I walked to her house where
the main street ends.
Autumn is my Master who beckons
me to stand tall against the sometimes
bitter coldness that stays around and on
into the fall.
Always unimpressed
Never cares about others interest
Ever willing to get you suppressed
Often desiring to be defended
Oh human existence
Joy of the wretched
Tears of the opulence
Man is ever unsatisfied
Life is beautiful
Life is meaningful
Some are insatiable
Certain behaviours are unbelievable
Work while the light fades
Work with life in the shades
Reap the fruits of your labour
Leap the joy of your harbor
An Ijeoma Ikonne's poem© 2021
Listen to poem:
you won't see me scream
you won't see me angry
i won't stomp my feet
i won't raise my voice
just because there's no drama
don't think everything's ok
stick around
you haven't seen
my fifty shades of grey
when i'm disappointed or unimpressed
i can run the whole gamut
in every shade and every hue
if i was happy
you would know
if things were ok
you would know
just because there's no drama
don't think everything's ok
AP: 3rd place 2023
Deer course the forest's pathways
Birds feather their nests high above
Ocean's waves lap lazily up onto shore
Rocky stars' flickers, particles thereof
Traffic jams do not concern them
Neither do stock market gyrations
Affairs of state are not on their radar
Nor are fierce wars between nations
The world turns from day to night
Sun's rays yielding to pale moonlight
Madly, man circles the globe by rail and by air
Nature shrugs unimpressed, as if he were not there
The kittens found my bag of words
And in their furry glee
They tapped them with their tiny paws
And wrote a poem for me
The mouse, a house bound hermit
Used its subtle tail
To add some punctuation
Lest the meter fail
The dog sniffed idly, unimpressed
For he was wary of those three
For he’s the only one it seems
They send outside to pee
So, if you’ve two kittens and a mouse
Hide those words inside a barrel
Or bear the brunt of what they do
For poetically …they’re feral