"ambitionless" poems - Hello Poetry

I am swimming in my coffin, A plush cage of silk and satin. Hollow housing what's gone rotten Cold vacuum of the forgotten. Backfired plan, ran from a quagmire. "Departure" from unquenched desire. A notionless naivetty, Breeds ambitionless apathy. I'm placid, pallid, on the floor, In yearning dreams from days of yore. An idyllic end depicted, To deep rooted pain inflicted. Yet... Curtains' fall is ill-begotten, By memory I am sought in, A cacophony, my casket. No sanity can outlast it.

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Mar 23, 2010

Mar 23, 2010 at 7:23 PM UTC

charles-berlin

Mirrored Blackness

I am swimming in my coffin, A plush cage of silk and satin. Hollow housing what's gone rotten Cold vacuum of the forgotten. Backfired plan, ran from a quagmire. "Departure" from unquenched desire. A notionless naivetty, Breeds ambitionless apathy. I'm placid, pallid, on the floor, In yearning dreams from days of yore. An idyllic end depicted, To deep rooted pain inflicted. Yet... Curtains' fall is ill-begotten, By memory I am sought in, A cacophony, my casket. No sanity can outlast it.

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" you’re a walking expression" he said confidently, his head tilted on it’s axis, gazing downward into the wine that he swirled so violently. i felt a little empty. he was handsome. i could see the winged tips of his ribcage protrude toward me whenever he stretched or adjusted his posture. "lately i feel like i’m always having miscarriages with my creativity." i said, my eyes transfixed on the miniture hurricane of burgundy. "like i’m there, everything is correct and pure and plentiful- and then it just kinda crumbles halfheartedly back into chemistry". i never say things like this. he nodded wistfully. i couldn’t tell if it was forced or not. he followed it by adding some statement more profound than my own and suggested that we head out into the night. it was getting late. i nodded lightly a few times and began to clumsily button my flannel up across my flat chest and noticed him staring strongly at me across the table. "you know" he smiled, zipping up his coat, "any woman can look **** getting undressed, but it takes a charming one to carry the same effect while putting on clothes.” i laughed, admired the wit, wondered if the line was borrowed, felt nauseous, carried on.

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Oct 27, 2013

Oct 27, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC

mackenzie-j-greer

on feeling ambitionless

" you’re a walking expression" he said confidently, his head tilted on it’s axis, gazing downward into the wine that he swirled so violently. i felt a little empty. he was handsome. i could see the winged tips of his ribcage protrude toward me whenever he stretched or adjusted his posture. "lately i feel like i’m always having miscarriages with my creativity." i said, my eyes transfixed on the miniture hurricane of burgundy. "like i’m there, everything is correct and pure and plentiful- and then it just kinda crumbles halfheartedly back into chemistry". i never say things like this. he nodded wistfully. i couldn’t tell if it was forced or not. he followed it by adding some statement more profound than my own and suggested that we head out into the night. it was getting late. i nodded lightly a few times and began to clumsily button my flannel up across my flat chest and noticed him staring strongly at me across the table. "you know" he smiled, zipping up his coat, "any woman can look **** getting undressed, but it takes a charming one to carry the same effect while putting on clothes.” i laughed, admired the wit, wondered if the line was borrowed, felt nauseous, carried on.

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Alone the mirror, Cracked and ugly Stares blankly at nothing Waiting for a face to draw upon For images protruding From behind my glassy eyes Reddened without sleep Speak softly to the morning me And tell of unwanted future’s plan I recklessly endanger hope For self-satisfying ambitionless wishes Defying optometry, optimistically, I see beyond the pleasant and mundane

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Mar 8, 2013

Mar 8, 2013 at 3:37 AM UTC

hudson-everett

The Reflective Parts

Alone the mirror, Cracked and ugly Stares blankly at nothing Waiting for a face to draw upon For images protruding From behind my glassy eyes Reddened without sleep Speak softly to the morning me And tell of unwanted future’s plan I recklessly endanger hope For self-satisfying ambitionless wishes Defying optometry, optimistically, I see beyond the pleasant and mundane

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The Rose So beautiful- yet Far from perfect Luscious Crimson Red Top- Yet Crimson Red Blood- Drips From the thorns The Rose Tries to free itself From the hands of the man Who grasped her Sharp, Spiny, Stem The Rose Is stuck With- That man That "Man" Who Wakes up at noon- Who Doesn’t do his dishes Who Has no plan but labor He- is Ambitionless All that "Man" Will do- Is hold the rose- In a vase And later on --You-- Will regret Wasting your youth away

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Feb 14, 2015

Feb 14, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC

Proviquis

K.R.M.

The Rose So beautiful- yet Far from perfect Luscious Crimson Red Top- Yet Crimson Red Blood- Drips From the thorns The Rose Tries to free itself From the hands of the man Who grasped her Sharp, Spiny, Stem The Rose Is stuck With- That man That "Man" Who Wakes up at noon- Who Doesn’t do his dishes Who Has no plan but labor He- is Ambitionless All that "Man" Will do- Is hold the rose- In a vase And later on --You-- Will regret Wasting your youth away

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Every time I gaze at the mirror, a storm of doubts rises within me — Am I worthy? Am I beautiful? Am I doing enough with my life? Am I ambitionless? Am I being too carefree? Am I gaining weight? …and so many more. But amidst the flood of questions, my heart gently whispers: You are worthy. It’s not the external beauty that defines you — It’s your self-love, your kindness to yourself. Mirrors only reflect what’s visible. But what really shapes us is the change we choose beyond the glass.

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Jun 27, 2025

Jun 27, 2025 at 6:10 AM UTC

Arna_writes

Beyond the Glass

Every time I gaze at the mirror, a storm of doubts rises within me — Am I worthy? Am I beautiful? Am I doing enough with my life? Am I ambitionless? Am I being too carefree? Am I gaining weight? …and so many more. But amidst the flood of questions, my heart gently whispers: You are worthy. It’s not the external beauty that defines you — It’s your self-love, your kindness to yourself. Mirrors only reflect what’s visible. But what really shapes us is the change we choose beyond the glass.

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Corpulent, relaxed, you’re watching Netflix, The softer we’ve become as generation. Your function is unknown like your appendix, Toil now is just imagination. The days go by as you grow older, But never faster than the lies. You told yourself when you were bolder, But lies catch up you realize. That you could make it, become stronger, Reach your dreams, that was the prize. But you gave up, and now you ponder, That dreams can die, in your surprise.

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Dec 4, 2020

Dec 4, 2020 at 7:52 PM UTC

bfrancesko

Ambitionless Generation

Corpulent, relaxed, you’re watching Netflix, The softer we’ve become as generation. Your function is unknown like your appendix, Toil now is just imagination. The days go by as you grow older, But never faster than the lies. You told yourself when you were bolder, But lies catch up you realize. That you could make it, become stronger, Reach your dreams, that was the prize. But you gave up, and now you ponder, That dreams can die, in your surprise.

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Untying lighter I do feel in my pocket there's nothing empty from head to heel- let others do their shouldering layer upon layer to peel ambitionless all I do is dreaming in contention with none to deal.

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Aug 20, 2018

Aug 20, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC

dr-peter-lim

Untying

Untying lighter I do feel in my pocket there's nothing empty from head to heel- let others do their shouldering layer upon layer to peel ambitionless all I do is dreaming in contention with none to deal.

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