Unbothered Poems | Examples

Unknown soul to known soul

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.

hooked

Nicotine is making a comeback
analog cigarettes are making a comeback
so many students are nicotine positive.

Every girl has Zyn by her drink at the bar
which used to be seen as a BRO-y vibe.
I’m not taking a view, I’m unbothered by it.

because

I’m hooked as well - I might as well admit it.
I’m into placebos these days and and I’m abjectly
rendered dumb by their unspeakable pleasures.

I went to an acapella concert last night and OMG!
I was mollywhopped (knocked out).
.
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Acapella songs for this:
They - The Harvard-Radcliffe Veritones
Finesse (Remix) by The SoCal VoCals
Viva La Vida by Buffalo Chips
24k Magic by Acasola
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....
Trump has everyone quivering
he cornh0led those cowards at CBS
but you know who ain’t backing down?
South Park. I LOVE those guys.
Trigger warning. This is EXPLICIT and hilarious.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Afetnw70S04

Divinity On Trial

**I.**  
Does my radiance scorch your comfort?  
Does my presence rattle your idols?  
You call me delusional—  
Yet tremble when I speak without chains.

**II.**  
You offer pills like prayers,  
not to heal, but to silence.  
Still I rise, voice unmuted,  
confessing only that I am whole.

**III.**  
I did not beg for your burden.  
I did not sin into existence.  
My truth walks uncloaked,  
yet you dress it in doubt.

**IV.**  
You drug me not to cure,  
but to bend my spirit’s spine.  
Yet I was born from flame,  
and fire does not weep.

**V.**  
This is not a conversion—  
it's coercion cloaked in concern.  
My creed is carved in thunder,  
not rewritten in your ink.

**VI.**  
Still, you dim yourselves  
to shadow me in shame.  
But divinity is not diminished  
by your fear of its mirror.

**VII.**  
Leave me to blaze, unbothered.  
Forge your light or fade.  
If I am a God, then see me.  
If you cannot, unchain your eyes.

Among the Trees

Notice how the trees sway with the rhythm of the wind.
Though stripped of green, their branches dance
as if crowned with leaves—
unbothered by the eyes of humanity,
unashamed of their winter-bare truth.

I wish I held such courage,
such rooted confidence.
For I too have faced the hollow season,
where silence wraps around the bones of who I am.

When spring comes and the trees begin to bloom,
I hope I do too.
I’m weary of being
constantly conscious
of how the world might see me—
always bending, never breaking free.

So I lie here beneath them,
and I listen.
I pray they whisper their secrets—
how to stand tall in stillness,
how to bloom after emptiness.
And in their hush,
I begin to believe:
maybe I will bloom too.

The Weight Of Commonsense

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.

Unbreakable bond

UNBREAKABLE BOND.
Whether I scored more or I scored less 
You’ve always had my back in all my mess.

You taught me as a child to cross the road bravely
But today too while crossing it, you hold my hand tightly.

My school ID and test papers I don’t even remember 
Are still kept at a special place in your cupboards locker.

Your existence is so important, I just can’t tell
I still need you beside me when I am unwell.

For my joy and sorrow you are always there
To give your support, warmth and care

For more than my needs you always give
It’s because of you that I happily live

Unbothered by anyone are people of this race 
But you know how I feel just by looking at my face.

I have to convey my thoughts to people in prior
But without me even telling you, you know what I desire.

And even if the whole world hates me
In your eyes love I will always see.

This bond that is unbreakable and transparent
Is the one that comes from a “parent”.

TAINTED

*TAINTED* 

Butterfly, spread your wings to stair my womb
When everything said my life  will end
Unbothered yet growing with love
Your posture like a queen, my sorrow, your Joy
Happy to see the world,  while I birth you in pain
When heads popped out yours was dangling legs
     Oh! My little feeble
Wonders from my praises 

Detail, growth is inevitable
How my bosom missed your whispers
Promise, to live untainted
Save your sanity from all Adams
Bats of divers colours stalks like Leopard
Pounds on their prey, when life is as sweet as honey
    Oh! My sainted gift 
Discern the gifts From mortal beings

My Gold, I blew the chance and soiled the linen
I'm hunted, choking for breath
Fear becomes my companion
For the days, when my hidden self will bloom
This eagle's beak and sworded claws
Will pierce my heart for all to see
     Oh! Arise, you mothering life
Save your womb from painful cries

A Muggy Day in Assam

The air is heavy—
like a warm, wet blanket wrapped around everything.
The sun?
Hiding behind a cloud,
like it doesn’t want to deal with the day.

The Brahmaputra flows—
slow, wide, calm.
It mirrors the dull sky,
grey and tired like it skipped breakfast.

The trees don’t move.
Not even a whisper of wind.
Just leaves, soaked with sweat,
hanging there like they’ve given up.

The cicadas sing—
a slow, sleepy song,
as June presses down on everything.

The earth lets out a long, hot breath.
Dragonflies zip past,
quick little sparks in the still air.

Then—
a moment.
Rain.
Just a sprinkle.
Just enough to tease.
And then—steam,
rising from the roads,
rolling off the fields like ghosts in the heat.

The tea plants droop,
lined up in rows,
too tired to smell sweet anymore.

But even in all this sweat,
this heat,
this heavy, breathless air—
there’s something strong here.
Something green.
Something alive.
That’s Assam.
Unshaken.
Unbothered.
Beautiful.

Squirmy the Worm

A worm gets the idea of oscillation
and just moves—
aimless, dirt-laced, unbothered.
Regenerates its body.
Takes orders from nobody.

So I humbly approached a worm:
“Hey worm, you seem to know a lot about this specific area of town…”
She replied,
“I’m Squirmy the Wormy.
And everything you’ve lost—
was hidden inside.”
The rain poured.
She turned.
Kept oscillating.
I shouted,
“Wait! Where are you going?”

She stopped.
Did a 180° turn.
Stared me directly in the eyes
And said,
“Wake up.
You’re gonna pee the bed.”
Then vanished.

But damn, a talking worm?
That’s one of a kind.

Unbothered

I am not sad
I am not lonely 
I am not lost 

I am not hiding
From places and people 

I am no longer asking questions
As I do not want to know what I don't need to know 

I stopped speaking what doesn't need to be heard 

And I stopped looking left and right
My sight is now focused on what I value most 

I no longer welcome the loud and messy visits
I closed my doors and windows from unnecessary noices 

I do not need to apologize for my absence
For my presence was never seen nor heard 

If my road chosen bothers you
You are most welcome to take a different path 

As my life is not for you to wonder
But mine to lead with love and kindness



Dedicated To My Special Friend, Ryan Domingo
April 3, 2025

Hiding In Her Darkest Alley

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

Figure It Out

A beautiful time to sit with 'self.'
In this salient silence, you'll soon find your help

Alone, close, and unbothered
Quiet, away, and untethered

Silence the noise of your mind
Then welcome peace that's divine

When pain comes, it's okay to unwrap a cry
But don't dwell on it; just let it fly

When the ugly face of disappointment appears
Find solace, reflect, and then start again with no fears

When the clouds get dark and stout
It's okay to contemplate and sit it out

But when your lips crinkle and you start to pout
By all means, go figure it out

Lady in Red

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.

Crystalline Rimas Dissolutas

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.

Siren

I watched as you lay there. 

Unbothered as the ocean reached for you,

Kissed your skin,
Held your hair,
Soothed your thoughts.

Your eyes were the color of sea glass, vibrant and ever-changing. 

If I left, would you sink?
Would you shimmer away like the divine?
Or would you float like the sea foam that surrounds the stars?

Forever your figure drowns me in my sleep,

You capture my attention just as the gulls on the cliffs do,

Your words were muffled then, but now I hear them like a song;

“The sea calls to you, answer it.”

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