Unsocial Poems | Examples

In His Arms

When everything becomes quiet and your heart can breathe,
You realize how much more important it is to just sit with me,
That everything else is moving at a faster pace now,
And distractions are on purpose all around,
To keep your heart from progressing and remaining focused,
To keep your mind busy but you will see through this,
As you remain more in hiding to get that time,
People will label you as unsocial but just remember that you are mine,
You will find your balance in this unbalanced world,
And my words will speak to your heart while the world will be blurred,
And just know that what is done in private means so much more,
My spirit will hold you, your in the arms of the Lord.

Glass Prisons

Man—  
born to think freely,  
now trapped in a prison of pixels.  

Facebook—  
a wasteland of worthless chatter,  
where minds rot in the soil of mediocrity,  
graves of shallow likes and empty words.  

Telegram—  
a playground for the desperate,  
lust clothed in secrecy,  
hands searching for meaning,  
finding only silence.  

TikTok—  
a parade of fools,  
dancing for scraps of validation,  
feeding off the carcass of real life,  
while the world spins into chaos.  

WhatsApp—  
a pit of beggars and sycophants,  
lives traded for coins,  
desperation dripping from every message,  
humanity stripped for change.  

Twitter—  
a battlefield of blind warriors,  
fighting wars that don’t exist,  
spitting out opinions like venom,  
while the world keeps turning—unmoved.  

Man—  
meant to think,  
to feel,  
to change the world,  
now reduced to a slave of the screen.  

Unsocial.  
Unpolitical.  
Doomed to stare,  
to scroll,  
to rot in glass den 
Break the screens.
Burn the cages.
Find your mind again.

Thinking old

I feel like my body is dieing and my inner soul
Inwardly is crying.

I reach out in dispair just for comfort but no one
Is there.

I try to convince myself that I am alright
But I'm in denial and my chest is tight.

Tight with loneliness tight with being alone and
Alive I have to beat this I can't as I have tried.

Longing for company just for a chat who am I
Kidding there is no chance of that.

I might go outside its raining and cold I'm not
Being unsocial it's because I am old.

One Sunny Smiley

……………….OH! My, my - :)
……...…Here’s One Sunny Smiley-
…….In these times as we need to be 
….How can you be grim intense grumpy
.I mean look at any grinning monkey Oops-
In good spirit; I do not mean to be offending
In this era, humans express themselves happy
Cheers!   You’re on screen:     Spread happiness
It’s your digital responsibility: Thy social footprint
Spread Light n Joy; You just returned from dentist
Buddha smiled; at least once; Jesus was dead pan!
Sorry about Jesus, but Barabbas wears- A big smile
I checked Wiki, there is  A  portrait-      Of Barabbas
Seems as the photo was taken with      A selfie stick
Shankara-CharyA; ever placid None     saw him grin
Ok Gandhi:    Was caught guffawing;    How about-
Mozart, Plato,     Aristotle,Van Gogh;    Stoic looks
Didn’t they smile?      Do you notice    OurTagore
And that weirdo Einstein:  so unfit   so unsocial 
.These guys had no idea of upcoming future
…Silly. They just did not know how to selfie.
...There is a surprise hidden in this write;
…..In this Concrete Poetry paragraph;
…….If you notice A Sunny Smile;
….…Click the share button
…….and Smile.

Feeling Emotional

Feeling Emotional
And Unsocial
My Head Hurts
That My Heart Hurts
I'm Trying Not To Cry
And Try To Give Things A Try
My Stomach Hurts
And I Feel Like Dirt
Math Is Not My Thing
That I Will Not Sing
I'm Sorry I Tried
Instead I Just Sigh

I'Ve Got a Phone To Pick With You

A hypnotic effect is possessed by this gadget

It could even lead to a syndrome called pagets

Bent over and private its user spellbound

But unsocial and rude to all those around


Multiple noises are deftly emitted

With buttons to press and assets unlimited

Texts dispensed and news accessed

Leaving conversation to certain death


Ring tones abound in public spaces

Phone chat like barkers in public places

photos and selfies posted here and there

All manner of games to further ensnare


Thus putting the user in greater peril

When mobile phones become a menace

To drivers and walkers all absorbed

A selfish misuse to be abhorred


And a blight when the charger is mislaid

And constant debit to be repaid

This amazing gadget should remain in pocket

Until really needed, then out of the closet

I'Ve Got a Phone To Pick With You

A hypnotic effect is possessed by this gadget

It could even lead to a syndrome called pagets

Bent over and private its user spellbound

But unsocial and rude to all those around


Multiple noises are deftly emitted

With buttons to press and assets unlimited

Texts dispensed and news accessed

Leaving conversation to certain death


Ring tones abound in public spaces

Phone chat like barkers in public places

photos and selfies posted here and there

All manner of games to further ensnare


Thus putting the user in greater peril

When mobile phones become a menace

To drivers and walkers all absorbed

A selfish misuse to be abhorred


And a blight when the charger is mislaid

And constant debit to be repaid

This amazing gadget should remain in pocket

Until really needed, then out of the closet

I'Ve Got a Phone To Pick With You

A hypnotic effect is possessed by this gadget

It could even lead to a syndrome called pagets

Bent over and private its user spellbound

But unsocial and rude to all those around


Multiple noises are deftly emitted

With buttons to press and assets unlimited

Texts dispensed and news accessed

Leaving conversation to certain death


Ring tones abound in public spaces

Phone chat like barkers in public places

photos and selfies posted here and there

All manner of games to further ensnare


Thus putting the user in greater peril

When mobile phones become a menace

To drivers and walkers all absorbed

A selfish misuse to be abhorred


And a blight when the charger is mislaid

And constant debit to be repaid

This amazing gadget should remain in pocket

Until really needed, then out of the closet

Being Me

I know what's it's like to be me,
it's not the greatest, but I manage to survive,
I'm an average teenage girl who just happens to not be liked or loved,
I know that I'm not pretty like the other girls,
I know that I'm not the smartest girl either. 
I know that, and I'm not fine with it, even though in the end,
I know that I won't find the love of my life, 
That I'll live alone, and end up dying alone.
I know this....I know this because I'm ugly, weird, and unsocial,
I know that even if I try to act pretty and wear makeup, no one will notice me,
It's just how life is, sometimes the things you want, never come to you.
That's me all the time.....I just wish...
I wish I was prettier like the other girls,
I wish I was smarter like the other girls, 
I wish I wasn't me...
Because being me isn't a wonderful thing, 
Being me is carrying four thousand tons of nothing, but hate, depression, anxiety, and guilt.
I would love to switch places with someone else,
But that would never happen,
If only I wasn't my ugly self.

By: Kathleen Tovar

Unsocial Media

I found you online,
I sent you a friend request...
You sent the police?!

Being Unsocial

Some things 
Man can never forget
And with them
He cannot smile
Even if he is surrounded
With all the pleasures
Some wounds become 
Incurable and fresh
And give pain infinitely
The fragments of broken dreams
Never be the jewel of eyes
And the angry lot
Is fastidious 
The heart neither be convinced
Nor weeps
Smile is rare in such a dark glare
Now the heart is so furious
I cannot share my sorrow 
With it because 
It wants loneliness
Which is always misjudged 
By the friend
As my pride and rudeness
Love is the most social thing
That makes a man severely
Unsocial

Stress Causes

shortness of life
irribility
bad attitude
fatigue
eating too much
not eating enough
lack of sleep
bad breath
loss of bowels
wetting the bed
over feeding the cat
unsocial behavior
biting nails 
upset stomach
diarreah
constipation
red eyes

Unsocial Recluse

When you enter her domain she will pace
Buried here in this captive place
Mournful years make fingers made from hast
Where these four walls hold a lonely face
Saddened spirits willfully so misplaced
Where lingering cries do embrace
Raising stairs driving energies into space
Where tarry moments leave a dusty trace
Whispering voices never more erase 
When she has lost her breathing space

Unsocial

Step silent, listen
for the sizzle-slither
of a sister

snake who listens

soft for me, slides
among stones,
subsides

to undersides
of shadows, striking 
soundless sinuous as 

S, then slips 
away

Alone

Alone 
Unaccompanied, Unsocial
Lonely and Unique
These are emotions
I do not seek

Discontent
Disgruntled, Dissatisfied
Ill-affected and Restless
One more emotion
That remains to exist

Fear
Concern, Dread
Reverence and Fright
Something I feel
Almost every night

Forfeit
Forgo, Give up
Sacrificed and Lost
These emotions must end
At any cost

Ashamed
Disgraced, Dishonered
Embarrassed And Mortified
I often want to run
Run away and die

Delirious
Frantic, Ill
Mad and Sick
The wall around me
Getting thick

Block 
Barricade, Forget
Immobiize and Freeze
Who needs to live
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