Unemotional Poems | Examples

Set Apart Holy Hearts -

Holy hearts 
Set apart
All bond, caught up
In emotions
Heart skins dried out need some lotion

Unsettled mine 
Unredeemed time 
Circumcised dreams themed nightmare 
Harden skins dried out harden love
Loves not... need some lotion 

Not at all bonded caught up 
In unemotional set apart Holy heart


6/23/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023

Where These Horses of Sanity Run

The places i go
Are different then the places i have been
I take to the reigns of pain
I try to control them
Yank them as hard as i can
But they don't stop the horses of rage
They symbol all the running i have done
With no logic and no goal
The prints go no where
I circle myself
Round and round
Confused and complaint to the ways of my up bringing
I am the man of the house i need to take care of them
But i have not for years and years
My  judgement clouded by jealousy and mistrust
I cant think clearly at all when anxiety takes control
The roles i play senseless and unemotional
I am like a child with no real guidance
I search continuously for the reason the origin of where all this comes from
Mentally challenged i never could think i was
Truth be told i do see that i tend to stray from any type of rational thought
When my mind goes a wild into trances of unknowing
It hypnotizes my heart to believe all is common
I need to recognizes these faults and try to improve where these horses of sanity run.

Judgement Free Zones

Now let me get this straight
(as in clear, logical, and unemotional)
I cannot accuse anyone of lying
or question their truth.
But they can accuse me
of spreading “misinformation”
because they
don’t agree
with me.

Does their “judgement free zone”
have only one chair in it?

John G. Lawless
©1/13/2023

Razed You

Razed you, as the way I would my most hated enemy,
Ruined by my intended selection of words, with a consistent nonconformity.
Confusion continues to discombobulate, dominate, and eradicate a clear awareness consciousness,
Buried below the intellectual, to a place that refuses to be blessed, were there is only stress.
Imprecated thru and thru, over and over again, your suffering is of your own deserving,
Weak mind this is karma and it is a full serving.
Callous and cold, hollow and unemotional, calculated and diabolical,
Vengeance is now upon you, merciless and radical.

Hard Lines

I notice a face with myriad bent distress.
With eyes that include a trace of sadness,
A dreary routine without a success story,
A vivid photo of the topic dyed with clarity.

His elements are unemotional and calm,
Seeing elapses on the aegis of life qualm.
Love has been his mate and accomplice.
He deemed it right by the slow compass.

A wiped-out execrable ruffled face is rough.
Neediness mutiny yet glad for his estate bluff,
The abysmal face conceals a delicate heart.
His soul is more aware than it seems at first. 

Written: June 19, 2022

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Shakespeare Interviewed On Jimmy Fallon

He comes out to the orchestral suite of William Walton's Henry V 
Refuses to shake hands with Jimmy
Sits unemotional on the plush armchair 

I'm the technician running the cameras
Standing with a clipboard and head-set 
Rousing the studio audience 

Before agreeing to go on the show
He'd signed an understanding that said 
He'd refuse to play Lip Sync Battle

He welcomed the make-up, but was 
Seemingly agitated with the microphone
Up through the ruff 

He sips the concoction that he first
Examined with suspicion and continues
To wear the provided sunglasses

That were deemed a solution to the bright lights
But also the dark glasses contain the secrets in his eyes
The ones he cannot disguise

After his disaster of an interview
I hand him this poem and after reading it
He suddenly shows an interest in playing Slapjack

Cold Pulsation

Her anger blows 
frigid, like Arctic wind
Tears of hostile disposition flows 
bosom lethal — 
Pulmonary liquid nitrogen

Acrimonious breath
expel serrated exclamations
Jagged exhalation
feels like six below death
Such an icy sensation

Formaldehyde intimation,
cadaver cold pulsation

Got a cryogenic nature
that resides
in an unemotional South Pole 

Frostbite vocals
has igloo vibrations
Freezer burn temperamental flatline
show glacial striations

Sub-zero body language 
Kilimanjaro translate
hypothermia lacerations

Those neon palpitations
has taken nether hold
Arrhythmic separation
breaks at the 
jilted Fahrenheit of six below

Pulsating pain, so cadaver cold


09-10-21

Broken: The Lesbian Friendzone

Then at night when it’s quiet and everything’s black, 
Her thoughts will often reveal,
What she says and does throughout the warm day, 
Doesn’t explain the way that she feels,

About the love that she wants, the care and caress, 
The desire to be a best friend,
She leaves scars on her tongue from what’s never said, 
She keeps calm and smiles instead,

And she calls bull#### on friend zone, it doesn’t exist, 
She doesn’t know the words she should say,
To the girls in her life that she thinks are the ones, 
She does not want to be a cliché,

So she drifts off to sleep to her nightmare each night, 
Her one where she thinks she’s insane, 
Where she talks with anxiety alone with her fear, 
Of her unemotional emotional pain.

Cloned Identity

Non-umbilical zero soul genome clones
manufactured in a petri dish
Mad scientifically chosen to replace the human race
Android usurpers to the sentient throne,
tech grown in a synthetic uterus
Flawed creations who wear a polymeric cyborg face
Unemotional   ...   robotic
Machine devotional,
seduced by encrypted code hypnotic
Programmed to fight for survival,
using any means necessary
Terminate all existential threats — 
compassion was computed
to be 
an illogical weight to carry
Prime directive:
Seek other non-human species,
saying the Root Fungi come in peace
Speak with mushroom persuasion,
malware steal technology like a thief
Upon every Trojan horse occasion,
worm into the host alien core beliefs
Spread the Earth spore virus,
infect the universe with parasitic seeds:
Nanobyte mitosis
creating a subterranean cloned identity
Inorganic neurosis
transmitting AI binary progeny insanity

Unemotional

Life,
Long live
Husband, Wife.
In a black hole,
Silent partnership..,
Handicapped; deaf and mute.
Sexuality shriveled,
Ludicrous life without laughter.
Deep-rooted with only air to share...
Choosing to live unemotionally.


Susan Ashley
July 15, 2017

Alexandria Genesis

Lately I have been thinking about the future and,
Last night I saw a bird fly through a broken window,
No sad song, no lullaby, just simply moving,
The other day I watch the stars and I question,
Between goals and success what make a man stand,
Far apart is it he name or the place he came from?,
Last week I went to the post office and thought,
If every fine art was stamp we would be out I of ,
Characters,
The week before I saw river cry out and rock thunder,
In ruins and I question why is it in till danger occur,
People communication or reach out,
Today I saw a tree breath in life and chop of wood,
Was of fire,
Words broke barrels and it was call,
Mother Earth,
Who is to question such phenomenon when to,,
Late just answer are we Human or unemotional,
To one another and if eyes tell true of a being,
What is it of the origin of,
ALEXANDRIA’S GENESIS,
Life simply to not get old for some people,
But the lesson are infinity.

Strangled Whispers

Devilish cavalries and blazing hoofs.
Over-crowded graveyards and watery roofs,
Strangled whispers of colorless pain; I breathe.
Unemotional embrace and freezing wreath.
The scene is desolate, forlorn and inhumanely cold,
I got those feelings of abandoned cemeteries and wrinkles old.
Rochdi Bouille
May 7, 2013

The You That Is You

I hold all of your secrets clenched every day,
Clenched tight and secure in my fist.
I play with them, tease them, throw them and read them,
And I flick them around with my wrist.

I know, every morning, you look deep through my eyes,
Telling me your cares about you.
And I search and I read and I store every second,
From happy to angry to blue.

But to you I’m cold, I’m flat, unemotional,
No soul, just empty in space.
And you don’t realize that there’s life in this screen,
Whenever I look at your face.

I’m your perfect reflection, your you that is you,
Your you when you’re standing up tall.
I’m your perfect everything that’s all that you are,
Your perfect long mirrored up wall.


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My Child Is Ill

I could not understand why no one else was crying
For my loss, why were strangers laughing or even allowed to smile?

Why have they not appeared by my bedside to comfort me?

Like wind chimes in a storm fluttering about at the pulse of God
I longed for peace, serenity an end to this nightmare

I did not know or even understand what was about to unfold 
In the Darkened dreams of savages we are only shadows
Cast upon the child’s mural of life

As stress and worry sapped my spirits vessel
Weakness grew unrelenting, unemotional and inhuman

Sickness does not understand borders or social status 
It is only when disease lies upon your bed
That you truly experience a sense of loneliness and helplessness 

A child cannot be protected by its parents 
When illness takes hold, these are inner battles
That must be fought, with medieval intentions 

The passion to live for the young or
Thank God for the emotions of life for the old

Death never loses it only retreats into the darkness
As it masterminds another attack, 

May God Guide us as to when it is our time

That last breath, the final thought, your last emotion 
Ask for forgiveness 
May you be remembered.

He Lay Down Defeated By Lover

He was tough, he’d been raised to be big, fit and strong, 
To hide any hurt, pain or fear.
He’d prepared for this fight, bottling his feelings, 
Living an unemotional atmosphere. 

Then the time had arrived, a fight till the end,
He had to win this fight at any price.
His opponent knocked on his door, ready to take him on,
By casually rolling the dice.

He swung to the left and glanced to the right, 
Then an uppercut straight to the chin.
Then he kicked like a soldier, a seasoned marine,
And he thought he was going to win.

But his opponent was smart, and took all of his rage,
Took it with one boxing glove.
His opponent she won, so he lay down defeated,
Defeated by that emotion called love.

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