Poems about Frustration
#frustration
Poetry about frustration and annoyances, being upset or angry about a situation you cannot change. Venting frustrations about society, life and relationships.
Moonfire-Lark
Poem Published
Today 6:38pm
Today 6:38pm
Ghost Story II
I'm bleeding someone: it's myself
No contrast, no appeal
I'm telling no-one I'm in hell
I don't know how to deal
You don't see the dogs
But they are there
Big or small
They don't care
Each weekend has been hell, no relief
From the suffering and the disbelief
There's no way out of here I fear
No lesson learned
Your fingers burned
And the yearn
Is slowly fading
You don't see the days
That withers away
It's no way out
But you don't care
No contrast, no appeal
I'm telling no-one I'm in hell
I don't know how to deal
You don't see the dogs
But they are there
Big or small
They don't care
Each weekend has been hell, no relief
From the suffering and the disbelief
There's no way out of here I fear
No lesson learned
Your fingers burned
And the yearn
Is slowly fading
You don't see the days
That withers away
It's no way out
But you don't care
#suicide
#frustration
#disappointment
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Styxian
Poem Published
24th Oct 2021 4:14pm
24th Oct 2021 4:14pm
Moribund
Before I leave the key
upon the table
I put a few roses
in a skinny drinking glass
It's all I could find
without going through
the cupboards
Roses from the bush
out front, tall and thin
growing above the weeds
that are overtaking it
It's a miracle that it still blooms
until I realize
it's just trying
to abandon the ground
Like red luggage
when the boat is sinking
It floats best when empty
so dump it out
And I won't miss you so much
The ultrasound is old now
blends in with...
upon the table
I put a few roses
in a skinny drinking glass
It's all I could find
without going through
the cupboards
Roses from the bush
out front, tall and thin
growing above the weeds
that are overtaking it
It's a miracle that it still blooms
until I realize
it's just trying
to abandon the ground
Like red luggage
when the boat is sinking
It floats best when empty
so dump it out
And I won't miss you so much
The ultrasound is old now
blends in with...
#regret
#frustration
#disappointment
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9 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
24th Oct 2021 4:14am
24th Oct 2021 4:14am
i am lost
each thought,
each moment
brings me
closer
to you,
pulling you
into
my dreams,
my kiss
covets
your lips,
but untouched,
out of reach,
you
are not
possible
for me
to hold,
and in
these moments,
you
are not
found,
i am lost.
each moment
brings me
closer
to you,
pulling you
into
my dreams,
my kiss
covets
your lips,
but untouched,
out of reach,
you
are not
possible
for me
to hold,
and in
these moments,
you
are not
found,
i am lost.
#loneliness
#rejection
#frustration
#confusion
#denial
73 reads
10 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
24th Oct 2021 2:37am
24th Oct 2021 2:37am
fade
i want
to be clear
as
the wind,
or
to fade
like time,
not even
memories
would
be able
to hold me.
to be clear
as
the wind,
or
to fade
like time,
not even
memories
would
be able
to hold me.
#loneliness
#frustration
#confusion
#despair
#emptiness
56 reads
2 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
21st Oct 2021 2:38pm
21st Oct 2021 2:38pm
ALIVE BUT EMPTY
REALITY
It's about the same,
hour after hour,
day after day,
the emptiness of
my routine world.
I leave my house empty,
I walk the empty streets
and arrive at my empty office.
My work produces empty
and redundant yes answers.
At lunchtime I sit in
the cafe filled with empty people
stuffing empty calories.
As I walk home I see
a hearse with a body
with an empty future.
At night I gaze at the heavens but
only see the empty space.
BUT
above all I am alive
but EMPTY without
YOU in...
It's about the same,
hour after hour,
day after day,
the emptiness of
my routine world.
I leave my house empty,
I walk the empty streets
and arrive at my empty office.
My work produces empty
and redundant yes answers.
At lunchtime I sit in
the cafe filled with empty people
stuffing empty calories.
As I walk home I see
a hearse with a body
with an empty future.
At night I gaze at the heavens but
only see the empty space.
BUT
above all I am alive
but EMPTY without
YOU in...
#sadness
#loneliness
#frustration
#disappointment
#emptiness
81 reads
6 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 7:03am
20th Oct 2021 7:03am
Hunting
Hunting season
The right time
The proper time.
No guns or rifles for him
A crossbow makes little noise.
Early morning, all prepared
All items in the old model car.
Drove a few hundred miles
Hit the car in the bushes by the
Aptly named Crossbow Bridge
And walked stealthily towards his goal.
He stopped about a click
From the impressive chalet by the lake
Got everything ready and moved on.
He never accepted that she dumped him.
She would pay.
He got ready, moved closer
Saw his target through the huge ...
The right time
The proper time.
No guns or rifles for him
A crossbow makes little noise.
Early morning, all prepared
All items in the old model car.
Drove a few hundred miles
Hit the car in the bushes by the
Aptly named Crossbow Bridge
And walked stealthily towards his goal.
He stopped about a click
From the impressive chalet by the lake
Got everything ready and moved on.
He never accepted that she dumped him.
She would pay.
He got ready, moved closer
Saw his target through the huge ...
#hate
#rejection
#dark #frustration
#dark #frustration
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2 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Snaggy
Snaggy
Poem Published
18th Oct 2021 6:52pm
18th Oct 2021 6:52pm
It's All Gone To Shit!
#anxiety
#frustration
#confusion
#disappointment
#fear
47 reads
2 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
18th Oct 2021 11:17am
18th Oct 2021 11:17am
Shafts of Light
Shafts of Light
Honeymoon
Memories
Were never
Meant to be
The shafts
Of light
They formed
For me.
For from
Before
Those words
Were said
The memories
Had
Long
Been dead,
Those
Volunteers
On the
Battlefield
Whose strength
Was lost
In bar room
Yield.
Honeymoon
Memories
Were never
Meant to be
The shafts
Of light
They formed
For me.
For from
Before
Those words
Were said
The memories
Had
Long
Been dead,
Those
Volunteers
On the
Battlefield
Whose strength
Was lost
In bar room
Yield.
#jealousy
#frustration
#despair
#emptiness
#bittersweet
56 reads
2 Comments
Harold-Weathervein
Poem Published
17th Oct 2021 1:19pm
17th Oct 2021 1:19pm
Happy Holidays
I notice the cars now.
The lot is empty.
Has been for 4 days.
That's when the last snow was and there's no tracks.
I haven't left home in 5.
It's around Christmas now.
I imagine i'm alone in this apartment complex.
No tracks for 4 days.
I light up.
'No ones around to catch me'
I feel sly but its too cold.
I check the mail and walk back upstairs.
And am hit with a sad deja' vu
Something in BIsmarck, H-----n St.
The apartments where at any given time 4-10 people lived at in a small 2 bedroom.
I had this one weekend to...
The lot is empty.
Has been for 4 days.
That's when the last snow was and there's no tracks.
I haven't left home in 5.
It's around Christmas now.
I imagine i'm alone in this apartment complex.
No tracks for 4 days.
I light up.
'No ones around to catch me'
I feel sly but its too cold.
I check the mail and walk back upstairs.
And am hit with a sad deja' vu
Something in BIsmarck, H-----n St.
The apartments where at any given time 4-10 people lived at in a small 2 bedroom.
I had this one weekend to...
#sadness
#anger
#loneliness #frustration
#loneliness #frustration
38 reads
1 Comment
Bon_Mot
Poem Published
16th Oct 2021 3:13pm
16th Oct 2021 3:13pm
Fire Fight perspective
You and your enemy share a goal; each has the ethos and equipment to kill the other.
There’s nothing hypothetical about a fire-fight; or the combined war high/ brain fry that accompanies it.
A fire-fight is personal in the extreme, an intimate hate exchange; it stretches you beyond your known limits in unimaginable ways. Blunt and toxic ways that are best left unspoken or dwelled on.
Your glands produce maximum adrenaline; it shifts your body into hyper-drive, your psyche narrows to a focused consciousness. Fortunately, last night, my instincts held their edge. I could hear...
There’s nothing hypothetical about a fire-fight; or the combined war high/ brain fry that accompanies it.
A fire-fight is personal in the extreme, an intimate hate exchange; it stretches you beyond your known limits in unimaginable ways. Blunt and toxic ways that are best left unspoken or dwelled on.
Your glands produce maximum adrenaline; it shifts your body into hyper-drive, your psyche narrows to a focused consciousness. Fortunately, last night, my instincts held their edge. I could hear...
#anger
#war
#LifeStruggles #frustration
#LifeStruggles #frustration
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6 Comments
archie23
Poem Published
15th Oct 2021 2:22pm
15th Oct 2021 2:22pm
IN THE MYSTIFYING MIST
IN THE MYSTIFYING MIST
Welcome to never ending
undying debt, my precious pet
The clock is set --- LIED
Set in the perfect placement
of debasement - ERASED
Tied up in the basement - ENCASED
Just in case they find you
inside, defaced as I blind you and bind you
The remnants of numbers without names
playing games towards the shame of blame
Curse kissed
Hearse hissed
Defiant Pacifist - Pass a Fist
Missed in the mystifying mist
Welcome to never ending
undying debt, my precious pet
The clock is set --- LIED
Set in the perfect placement
of debasement - ERASED
Tied up in the basement - ENCASED
Just in case they find you
inside, defaced as I blind you and bind you
The remnants of numbers without names
playing games towards the shame of blame
Curse kissed
Hearse hissed
Defiant Pacifist - Pass a Fist
Missed in the mystifying mist
#anger
#hate
#frustration #fear
#frustration #fear
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Brandon
--
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Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 7:40pm
13th Oct 2021 7:40pm
What Remains
I am
Just
A slip away
Smiling
Into empty
Air
Submitting
Everyday
Weathered
Withering
Out of this
Stationary exercise
Called life
On Earth
Desperate
For
More to come
Darkened
My days
Seeming to be
Darkened
A heart
That used to
Fly
Ever so high
Now left
To Die.
-
Just
A slip away
Smiling
Into empty
Air
Submitting
Everyday
Weathered
Withering
Out of this
Stationary exercise
Called life
On Earth
Desperate
For
More to come
Darkened
My days
Seeming to be
Darkened
A heart
That used to
Fly
Ever so high
Now left
To Die.
-
#dark
#frustration
#despair
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