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.
Guilty
Quite a tale you’ve spun this time
but far from the perfect crime
though your blood runs cold
the jury won’t be sold
looking in your lifeless eyes
seeing through your pack of lies
I’m not sorry for wishing you the worst
just guilty for not killing you first
but far from the perfect crime
though your blood runs cold
the jury won’t be sold
looking in your lifeless eyes
seeing through your pack of lies
I’m not sorry for wishing you the worst
just guilty for not killing you first
#anger
#regret
#frustration
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Repellent tidings
Nebulous vines
conspiring for the times
thorns splayed
in
vested
stillness
Lacerating the lives we render flawless
Motives lurking in the mire
trudging through lost desire
The fire we once tended
a
soothing
narration
of grit
Now lost to the new millennia
We’ve become the ashes of newfound perils
in barrels
of
mixed messages
Unsteady design
Engendered misalign
They comply
Blindly
They elevate these sacred treasures
that measure
their depth of belonging ...
conspiring for the times
thorns splayed
in
vested
stillness
Lacerating the lives we render flawless
Motives lurking in the mire
trudging through lost desire
The fire we once tended
a
soothing
narration
of grit
Now lost to the new millennia
We’ve become the ashes of newfound perils
in barrels
of
mixed messages
Unsteady design
Engendered misalign
They comply
Blindly
They elevate these sacred treasures
that measure
their depth of belonging ...
#frustration
#confusion
#manipulation #deception
#manipulation #deception
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Scorched Earth
I keep finding out more about you, more so when I'm away from you.
Things that increase a new found ability to show less connection or care for you in it's entirety.
If you died now, I don't think I could cry for someone like you anymore.
I wouldn't want to attend or know where you rest.
Even if I weren't told you passed, I wouldn't think anything otherwise.
You sold me out like it was nothing, so I feel that exactly for you.
Things that increase a new found ability to show less connection or care for you in it's entirety.
If you died now, I don't think I could cry for someone like you anymore.
I wouldn't want to attend or know where you rest.
Even if I weren't told you passed, I wouldn't think anything otherwise.
You sold me out like it was nothing, so I feel that exactly for you.
#anger
#hate
#CallToAction
#frustration
#disappointment
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Childhood Train
Agog for a ramble in Summer evenings
Rows of tall trees, and a pathway between
Westward bound, an old tune Humming
The care is less, filled with romantic feeling
A time before twilight, the sunsetting
And leaving behind the life of my teen
Just the moment is still and the way is clean
Some sort of nostalgie; the old bitter spleen
****************
I see my self as shadow of some human being
A...
Rows of tall trees, and a pathway between
Westward bound, an old tune Humming
The care is less, filled with romantic feeling
A time before twilight, the sunsetting
And leaving behind the life of my teen
Just the moment is still and the way is clean
Some sort of nostalgie; the old bitter spleen
****************
I see my self as shadow of some human being
A...
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness
#frustration
#boredom
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Tick Tock
The clock ticks
Each second goes by
Slower than the next
And you wonder
When the clock will stop
As if it is your own time bomb
Just waiting to detonate
When will be your turn
Tick Tock
Memories race in your mind
Looking back through time
And you think
What happened to the good times
Why do I only see the bad?
Tick Tock
What to do anymore
I don't know
Do I just sit here
And wait for the inevitable destruction?
Tick Tock
Each second goes by
Slower than the next
And you wonder
When the clock will stop
As if it is your own time bomb
Just waiting to detonate
When will be your turn
Tick Tock
Memories race in your mind
Looking back through time
And you think
What happened to the good times
Why do I only see the bad?
Tick Tock
What to do anymore
I don't know
Do I just sit here
And wait for the inevitable destruction?
Tick Tock
#anxiety
#frustration
#disappointment
#emptiness
#boredom
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My Mental Movie House
As I lay awake writing this, whispers encompass my thoughts
Scenes of the past reel like a movie, in an empty theater
What have I done?
What will I do?
What can I do?
At the time, I believed I was right
You can't fault the heart for proposing its truths
So just stop already, I'm sick of the rebuking and the torment
I have tried time and time again to reconcile, but what have you done?
Condemned my actions when you were the one who asked for them
I will no longer be a pawn in this pointless game
You did what you wanted, and...
Scenes of the past reel like a movie, in an empty theater
What have I done?
What will I do?
What can I do?
At the time, I believed I was right
You can't fault the heart for proposing its truths
So just stop already, I'm sick of the rebuking and the torment
I have tried time and time again to reconcile, but what have you done?
Condemned my actions when you were the one who asked for them
I will no longer be a pawn in this pointless game
You did what you wanted, and...
#anger
#relationships
#breakup
#conflict
#frustration
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Internals Seperate
So that's just it huh?
This is my purpose afterall
My destiny
As some may say
To see my body
Only as an extension of my spirit
Separate
A part of the external world
Just as I used to see as a child
So to speak
Looking down at my hands
My arms
My mind could not comprehend
What it was looking at
Yes these are my hands
Yes these are my arms
But
These have no meaning
To the type of mind I have
How to work these things
We call hands and feet
Legs and arms
My brain just cannot simply ...
This is my purpose afterall
My destiny
As some may say
To see my body
Only as an extension of my spirit
Separate
A part of the external world
Just as I used to see as a child
So to speak
Looking down at my hands
My arms
My mind could not comprehend
What it was looking at
Yes these are my hands
Yes these are my arms
But
These have no meaning
To the type of mind I have
How to work these things
We call hands and feet
Legs and arms
My brain just cannot simply ...
#anxiety
#frustration
#confusion #denial
#confusion #denial
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Authoritarian
Now that you've played your hand
You think that you're pulling the strings
Think that you're in command
That you've stripped away everything
But I can see through your soulless eyes
And that all the words you say are lies
You don't really care who lives or dies
You just want to watch the world's demise
But you're a coward and you cower to the ones who have all the power
Just so you can live another hour
Now that you've raped the land
You think that makes you fucking king
Just because you demand
That I...
You think that you're pulling the strings
Think that you're in command
That you've stripped away everything
But I can see through your soulless eyes
And that all the words you say are lies
You don't really care who lives or dies
You just want to watch the world's demise
But you're a coward and you cower to the ones who have all the power
Just so you can live another hour
Now that you've raped the land
You think that makes you fucking king
Just because you demand
That I...
#anger
#corruption
#politics
#lyrics
#frustration
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In Poetry's Creed
As a writer, doubt can be my foe
When telling someone else's tale
But poetry, oh how it can show
Their emotions, their highs and their fail
Removing interviews, I can focus
On crafting a work of art
With words, emotions I can evoke us
Honoring their story, with my heart
But self-doubt creeps in, I question why
Am I the one to tell their tale?
But tearing apart, I will try
To do justice, to not fail
For as a writer, I will grow
Through self-reflection and revision
And with each word, I'll let it show ...
When telling someone else's tale
But poetry, oh how it can show
Their emotions, their highs and their fail
Removing interviews, I can focus
On crafting a work of art
With words, emotions I can evoke us
Honoring their story, with my heart
But self-doubt creeps in, I question why
Am I the one to tell their tale?
But tearing apart, I will try
To do justice, to not fail
For as a writer, I will grow
Through self-reflection and revision
And with each word, I'll let it show ...
#anxiety
#frustration
#PTSD #emotional
#PTSD #emotional
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The Mysterious Life of the Exercise Bike
My new exercise bike fits me perfectly
My legs reach the pedals (on most bikes they do not)
And my arms get a hell of a work out too (with the attached pulleys)
It’s not for my clothes
No hoodies or Levi’s hang here
It’s not just for taking up space
Seems lately lots of things
Are taking up space
Like what’s happening with life
One
By
One
People are leaving
And not gracefully
Like a sun...
My legs reach the pedals (on most bikes they do not)
And my arms get a hell of a work out too (with the attached pulleys)
It’s not for my clothes
No hoodies or Levi’s hang here
It’s not just for taking up space
Seems lately lots of things
Are taking up space
Like what’s happening with life
One
By
One
People are leaving
And not gracefully
Like a sun...
#sadness
#anger
#myself #frustration
#myself #frustration
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All bets are off
The witch was not happy
For the dice were not going her way
She went to the roulette
On her favorite red she placed her bets
Not a single gain,
All her incantations in vain
She even tried to wiggle her nose
Like that famous witch of yore
Nothing but loss and financial pain
Rage against this casino only remained
Inside her a tempest brew
Lucky tning she wasn't like her friend Drew
For there would soon be a huge downturn
And this place mightily would burn.
For the dice were not going her way
She went to the roulette
On her favorite red she placed her bets
Not a single gain,
All her incantations in vain
She even tried to wiggle her nose
Like that famous witch of yore
Nothing but loss and financial pain
Rage against this casino only remained
Inside her a tempest brew
Lucky tning she wasn't like her friend Drew
For there would soon be a huge downturn
And this place mightily would burn.
#anger
#frustration
#disappointment
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Reminisce
Home is --- should be the place
to feel yourself. Let go.
A wagging tail and smiling
furry companion drops a half
eaten toy on your feet. Yet,
he leans over to
touch your lips, barren, besides
metal, sweat, and worn cotton
breaching your senses.
Something is off.
Forget it. Forget
your troubles,
meaningless thoughts provoked
by endless road.
Doesn't matter.
Stop
Listen
Obey.
No.
Please, listen.
I'm sorry.
Talk to you later.
xoxo
to feel yourself. Let go.
A wagging tail and smiling
furry companion drops a half
eaten toy on your feet. Yet,
he leans over to
touch your lips, barren, besides
metal, sweat, and worn cotton
breaching your senses.
Something is off.
Forget it. Forget
your troubles,
meaningless thoughts provoked
by endless road.
Doesn't matter.
Stop
Listen
Obey.
No.
Please, listen.
I'm sorry.
Talk to you later.
xoxo
#loneliness
#frustration
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