Uninterested Poems | Examples

Ambiverted

The party is loud,noise in the air
People all around,
I'm sitting down,
Present.......but not really there.

I linger in the back,a watchful eye
In the background,
Invisible
I see many pass me by.

Interest has left,and all feels dull
No one approaches 
Or wants to talk,
My introversion makes me mull.

I could be social,and enter the fray
But it's all a group 
And shallow talk,
No deep conversations today.

No good friends for discourse;
I know all here
But still feel a stranger;
All too well,I know this remorse.

I try to mingle,but I've lost the heart
They all seem so........
Uninterested;
So from the crowd,I stay apart.

I try distraction,for my mind,
The food is good
But not much else,
Entertainment is hard to find.

Why,I ask,did I even go?
My hypocrisy 
Boggles me,
Why I'm like this,I don't know.

Yet here I am,a wallflower;
Unbecoming for a guy,
I think,
As I wait away the hours.

Maybe I'll find someone,someday,
To talk the boredom 
Away with,
Until the party fades away...............





Oh look,they finally started volleyball

            volleyball is fun.......

In the Wake of Transformation

Affirmed & Perfect
I looked at my reflect, 
Green T-shirt paired with black pants, 
Hopes of bright future surged ahead. 

I waited long, till a van came, 
Reached late when class had already commenced, 
Nervous and unknown in that herd, 
I thought, 
Someone would know the Aditi I left. 

With each passing day, 
I, too, failed to recollect. 
Adjusting among peers, 
I left laughter, fun and ease. 

All still went well, 
Until I was mocked for which I was best. 
Making a front bencher hide at last, 
Uninterested to struggle further,
She surrendered too fast. 

Leaving her nurturers disheartened, 
She cried alone at dark nights on bed. 

Simultaneously, a heart break came. 
Cracking a whole of four chambers in million shards. 
I remember I had said;
'Changes & Adjustments can't be for vain'. 

I didn't knew, 
How a white lie was used;
To ease our worries, 
For the uncertain future ahead.

Breaking the silence

I avoid discussing politics and religion.
Not because I am indifferent or uninterested,
they're both rabbit holes I care to visit but on my own.

My polite silence seems no longer sustainable.
Too many people prove content to casually wave goodbye
to democracy while insanity takes the helm.

There's no hiding the direction where things are going
and there's no turning back the hands of time...
This Titanic is a speedboat headed straight to a big old brick retainer wall.



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Temptress

Line 2: "she reassured me with an unfamiliar line"


     she's but an alluring, poisonous spider 
     that wields her sexiness like a weapon.
   come what may, she gets what she wants;
    an opportunist; her target, malleable men 

  uninterested in relationships, she's all about 
 grifting. she once tried to lure me into her web.
     she reassured me with an unfamiliar line...
  "don't worry, I don't bite!"...but I knew better.

     she's an effortlessly seductive temptress
      with intoxicating charms tough to resist;
       she enjoys dangling her feminine wiles 
      like a carrot for benighted men to nibble.

    she's left a trail of broken men in her wake.
    be careful,  my guy! do not let her suck you 
  into the vortex of her magnetism, for she'll be
              the author of your destruction.

Non verbal approach

Rolling your eyes, the chair in your hand fronting me, 
pulling my backpack with both hands, eyebrow risen, 
movement of mine you quickly stepping aside holding the back of your backpack, the accidently touch I did, you making yourself tiny near the window, smile lines sink in a dismissive face.
When you were heading on side I knew you were uninterested, 
I knew when you were laying back you didn't even listen, 
I knew when held your both hands together down your stomach you are bored,
I knew when you were quickly making your work and smiled at me, it was a mocking one.
I knew when you looked at me while you talked, you were trying to make me uncomfortable.
When you repeated my words ironically to the teacher I knew you were annoyed.
I knew when you often forgot things and were lost you were mad.
But that day, 
when your Hand laid on your chest while patting, 
I knew you were counting heartbeats to regulate your breath rhythm.
Your hands never held your backpack but now it grabbed it tight.
If I just knew your body languge, 
was your, 
coping mechanism.

SEPARATED AT BIRTH

In the process of 
Knowing you
He came to talk
So interesting
With speech
While my mate walked
...with you

Alone, it seemed
Uninterested in me
He lodged with beasts
I preferred beauty
And the questions
Hanging on trees
...forbidden

I reached for fruit
You said nothing
As I communed
You are too
Companion to me
Though both doomed
...to death

The creature violated
Me, again and again
As I yelled your name
I knew you would come
For one purpose
To clothe violence in shame
...for being human

You abandoned me!!!!
You left me with judgment
And a prophecy that bound my body
To an earth filled with
My children's blood
Godless...no LOVE

No pain is greater....

Wait
Is that you
Wailing in the corner
With bound hands
As my roots are being
Bound to a barren ground

He's a liar...He's a freakin' liar
None of this is TRUTH
Daddy God's name is LOVE
And nothing can separate us...NOTHING!!!

Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-10-2024

clearly

i thought i could see clearly
clearly was an overstatement

there you were
an intruder in my concealment
leading me astray
insidiously blurring my vision

yet i pursued you without hesitation
uninterested in the warnings
how could i be so careless?

you brainwashed me
fed me lies upon lies
how could i be so stupid?

you made me feel precious
somewhat valuable
i took a chance on you

you were patient with me
carving away at the wall i had built
vulnerable,
i let you see the real me

you told me you were different
i believed you

we laughed together
made memories
i felt at ease with you

you told me you loved me
i believed you

all along
i was chasing a mirage
was it all a coax?

i reminisce about the smirk on your face
seeking your port in a storm
i wasn't the only one you made feel precious
there were others

i thought you loved me?

you told me you were sorry
but the damage you did was irreparable
you finally revealed your true colours
i couldn't forgive you

and suddenly
i could see everything clearly

Picked From The Pew

By the time I met her,
I no longer cared what might occur.
Having grown weary of romance,
I was reluctant to take another chance.
Romantic encounters had left me uninterested.
That is, until that Sunday I was arrested;
Arrested and captured by a beauty in the pew.
There was something about her that was new.
I watched her more than just a time or two
and kept staring at her with a different view.
I was hesitant at making a move right away;
But I could not shake what I felt that Sunday.
In a college town on a street called Dewey avenue,
my interest in her did not deminish, but rather, it grew.
50 plus years have come and gone since I ringed her finger.
I am sometimes amazed at what just one look can engender.


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Not All Readers

The author’s imagination floats out of a book
Some readers are able to tether a bit of it
Maybe a word or a phrase
Others cannot adapt, not understanding

Flexible readers embellish the story
Adding flares and sparkles as they read
Intelligent readers visualize a bit more
The uninterested cannot concentrate at all.

I can be a good reader or a bad reader.
I am the best reader when the author is a master.
A word player who puts me into a new world.
Please intrigue, amuse, delight and excite me.

Un

Unavailable for work,
Unbeatable prices,
Uncertain times.

Undetectable fraud,
Unenviable tasks,
Unfathomable crimes.

Ungrateful children,
Unhelpful comments,
Unintentional consequences.

Unjustified dismissal,
Unkind acts,
Unlimited credit.  

Unmentionable briefs,
Unnecessary accompaniments.
Unopened mail.

Unpronounceable words,
Unquestionable loyalty,
Unreasonable requests.

Unseasonal weather,
Untroubled teenager's,
Unusual behavior.

Unverified reports,
Unwanted attention,
Un-x-rayed patient.

Unyielding bolt,
Un-zesty pizza,
For unproductive people, uninterested in undivided attention.

Come See What the Garden Grew

You have to come see for yourself! The hoe said to the rake.
The rake yawned, uninterested.
The hoe was always riling people up for no reason.
Seriously! The hoe said. You must come see what the garden grew.

The rake knew what the garden grew.
He had seen the carrots, radishes, and green beans.
He had seen the marigolds, lilies, and petunias.
“Baby cabbage?” He guessed. The hoe laughed.

When they arrived at the garden the rake was stunned.
He had never seen a garden grow a girl before.
And she was lovely.
“Come see what the garden grew!” he yelled to the clippers.

Will Surprise

She inherited the old farm house
why in the world was it her?
She’d never liked those people
Uninterested parents
had other favorites
never liked her
surprising
crazy
will

Stay Away From Priscilla Jim Lee

That rodent is so odd, his brother told him.
Stay away from her, you might catch it, Jim.
Jim was a reader with his nose forever in a book.
He gave Priscilla a nod but not an interested look.

Priscilla caught his nod and was happy to see.
A bit of attention from one of the Brothers Lee.
Jim Lee was a catch, so she looked uninterested at all.
It was at this moment, Jim decided Priscilla was a doll.

They met in secret, cuddling up with their blanket and books.
The rest of their clans never noticed their secretive looks.
Their wedding was a surprise, but all attended for cheese.
Then they took a group photo where both clans yelled “Please!”

Not Writing Today

Our words today are disjointed, banal, bland, maybe nonexistent.
No emotions attached, for words are not even peeking out of crevices.
My muse is apathetic, emotionless, uninterested, uncommunicable.
I sense a nonproductive day, or at least a nonproductive hour or two.
Nothing is written, and I feel okay about it.

Angel and Devil Play Chess

Who dares go to that chess game? The stars asked the sky, so red. 
The sun did not answer, she was not privy to enough information.
It is the game of the century. Devil against angel, a peacock said.
This meant nothing; he was braggadocio, and seldom made sense.

The next time I heard of this contest, it was bandied about by chicks.
They were throwing out chess terms like checkmate and rook.
I tried to act uninterested as they discussed this with subtle eye flicks.
They are kidding, some argued. They have read the prophecy book. 

What is happening? A nosy rooster demanded in a persnickety way. 
I was glad that there were plenty of seats, and entry was free. 
Sweet angel and nasty devil sat down and began to intensely play. 
I noticed that they are both women, which made perfect sense to me.

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