Poems About Frustration Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about frustration seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 11:15am
15th Dec 2024 11:15am
Indulge
He indulges,
Until his belly, metaphorically bulges.
Jesus saves,
But still he craves....
His addiction,
Is the female depiction.
Her friction,
Is both his pleasure, & his affliction....
He tries, but his acts, they live in stark contradiction.
Praying victory, but it reads just like fiction.
Pondering the crucifixion....
Until he feels a Spiritual conviction.
But still, he remains a slave....to this damning infliction.
Until his belly, metaphorically bulges.
Jesus saves,
But still he craves....
His addiction,
Is the female depiction.
Her friction,
Is both his pleasure, & his affliction....
He tries, but his acts, they live in stark contradiction.
Praying victory, but it reads just like fiction.
Pondering the crucifixion....
Until he feels a Spiritual conviction.
But still, he remains a slave....to this damning infliction.
#frustration
#God
#prayer #shame
#prayer #shame
71 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 12:22pm
10th Dec 2024 12:22pm
The Middle EAST
The Middle East
When the persecuted became persecutors
chaos followed; what a mess the Middle East is
Both sides of the conflict like killing one other
up pops more fanatics with eager knives
If you are an Arab Christian, your life is short
if you are a Muslim, they will give you the key
to London and the neighboring locals
Is there such a being as a Christian Jew?
There are Orthodox Jews, men with braided
hair, wearing black hats and dark suits
round glasses make them look scholarly
Their women stay in the background when ...
When the persecuted became persecutors
chaos followed; what a mess the Middle East is
Both sides of the conflict like killing one other
up pops more fanatics with eager knives
If you are an Arab Christian, your life is short
if you are a Muslim, they will give you the key
to London and the neighboring locals
Is there such a being as a Christian Jew?
There are Orthodox Jews, men with braided
hair, wearing black hats and dark suits
round glasses make them look scholarly
Their women stay in the background when ...
#disappointment
#emptiness
#fear #frustration
#fear #frustration
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 8:57pm
8th Dec 2024 8:57pm
Dissolution
We've been through this before
Chaos contains corruption
All the screaming does nothing
But lead to dissolution
What happened to our love
We were meant to be
Fate must've been mistaken
With you and me
We thought we had it
All figured out
Now we're covered in lies
And surrounded by doubt
This burden seems crushing
I want to go back in time
When our words meant something
And you were always by my side
Chaos contains corruption
All the screaming does nothing
But lead to dissolution
What happened to our love
We were meant to be
Fate must've been mistaken
With you and me
We thought we had it
All figured out
Now we're covered in lies
And surrounded by doubt
This burden seems crushing
I want to go back in time
When our words meant something
And you were always by my side
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#frustration
#regret
41 reads
2 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 9:57am
7th Dec 2024 9:57am
my suffering (documented)
my suffering
can easily
fill the
long hours
of the
long night,
tested and
pushing
back again,
no audience
to give
me thoughts,
no visible
sound of
speeches,
just more
loneliness
to my
naked eyes,
and i am
at a loss,
for what
i am,
and each
part entirely
knowable,
documented.
can easily
fill the
long hours
of the
long night,
tested and
pushing
back again,
no audience
to give
me thoughts,
no visible
sound of
speeches,
just more
loneliness
to my
naked eyes,
and i am
at a loss,
for what
i am,
and each
part entirely
knowable,
documented.
#confusion
#emptiness
#frustration
#loneliness
#sadness
67 reads
7 Comments
Mundus
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 5:57am
6th Dec 2024 5:57am
The Meat Grinder
some nights are brutal:
soot, snakes, a sneaking suspicion
it's all a terrible farce,
a race to the nearest cemetery,
about as meaningful
as a church for a fish.
so you take a shower
but the soot sticks
like a barnacle
and the idiot poet
who wrote this
fucked up poem you're in
has had one drink too many,
either that or
somebody keeps tilting the room
while the snakes wear familiar faces
and get closer and closer
until they bite and
you die like Al Pacino in Scarface,
like a moron,
minus...
soot, snakes, a sneaking suspicion
it's all a terrible farce,
a race to the nearest cemetery,
about as meaningful
as a church for a fish.
so you take a shower
but the soot sticks
like a barnacle
and the idiot poet
who wrote this
fucked up poem you're in
has had one drink too many,
either that or
somebody keeps tilting the room
while the snakes wear familiar faces
and get closer and closer
until they bite and
you die like Al Pacino in Scarface,
like a moron,
minus...
#anger
#boredom
#confusion
#despair
#frustration
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 10:00pm
1st Dec 2024 10:00pm
ghosting isn't a synonym for edging
Ghosting doesn't count as edging
this isn't foreplay
this is panic dressed up with a smile
your panic
your smile
my fucking problem
If you want me
you know where to find me
and if you promise
not to ghost when we're done
I can show you what a real tease is
Ghosting doesn't count as foreplay
and I'd rather bury this desire
than play in half way
of maybe you will
maybe you won't
You don't get to light us on fire
just to watch me burn alone
So show me what you're...
this isn't foreplay
this is panic dressed up with a smile
your panic
your smile
my fucking problem
If you want me
you know where to find me
and if you promise
not to ghost when we're done
I can show you what a real tease is
Ghosting doesn't count as foreplay
and I'd rather bury this desire
than play in half way
of maybe you will
maybe you won't
You don't get to light us on fire
just to watch me burn alone
So show me what you're...
#friendship
#frustration
#lust
81 reads
2 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 2:41am
30th Nov 2024 2:41am
question loneliness
i have
begun to
question
loneliness,
rearrange
my thoughts,
whether
light day
or dark
of night,
i come
up with
the same
problems,
because
there is
no one
here to
help me
understand.
begun to
question
loneliness,
rearrange
my thoughts,
whether
light day
or dark
of night,
i come
up with
the same
problems,
because
there is
no one
here to
help me
understand.
#confusion
#disappointment
#frustration
#loneliness
#sadness
107 reads
7 Comments
Ash_233
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
The Checked Box
It’s not in my head.
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
#anxiety
#confusion
#despair
#frustration
#illness
77 reads
2 Comments
Ash_233
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 2:53am
27th Nov 2024 2:53am
Silenced Violence
I didn’t know grief had a sound, until it echoed in the silence after the gunshot.
How could something so final, so brutal, happen so fast?
The tears felt so heavy but were pointless. Nothing could remove your bloodstain in the dirt.
I screamed at the ground, but the earth didn’t care,
So, I cursed at the heavens demanding he be spared.
The truth is we stand in a shooting range, and no one even flinches when the bullets start flying.
As kids play on the playground, which would soon be their graveyard.
Like bodies hitting the ground is just background...
How could something so final, so brutal, happen so fast?
The tears felt so heavy but were pointless. Nothing could remove your bloodstain in the dirt.
I screamed at the ground, but the earth didn’t care,
So, I cursed at the heavens demanding he be spared.
The truth is we stand in a shooting range, and no one even flinches when the bullets start flying.
As kids play on the playground, which would soon be their graveyard.
Like bodies hitting the ground is just background...
#CallToAction
#frustration
#hope
#HumanRights
#violence
72 reads
8 Comments
Ashriyon
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 2:19am
23rd Nov 2024 2:19am
Would you remember me?
In whispers soft where shadows play,
I ponder if I could fade away.
Would the world halt, would time stand still,
A silent void where dreams once filled?
Would anyone notice, a fleeting trace,
Of a spirit once woven into this space?
Would they speak my name with a tender sigh,
Or let the echoes fade, as time flutters by?
Beneath the earth where the cold winds moan,
Would my story linger, or be left alone?
Would the flowers bloom, or wilt in despair,
For the heart that was brave, now scattered in air? ...
I ponder if I could fade away.
Would the world halt, would time stand still,
A silent void where dreams once filled?
Would anyone notice, a fleeting trace,
Of a spirit once woven into this space?
Would they speak my name with a tender sigh,
Or let the echoes fade, as time flutters by?
Beneath the earth where the cold winds moan,
Would my story linger, or be left alone?
Would the flowers bloom, or wilt in despair,
For the heart that was brave, now scattered in air? ...
#denial
#emptiness
#frustration
57 reads
2 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 10:33am
17th Nov 2024 10:33am
Drowning in Depravity
you want to be an artist
and be taken more serious
sorry, that's just not the world we live in
you want attention
all you have to do is show more skin
bust out those tits
pop that ass out
because nothing fucking matters
nothing fucking matters N E more
and if you're wondering
what I'll be up to
while the world burns
I think I'll be
drowning myself
in depravity
there's no heaven
when we live in hell
sheeps with their red hats
being lead to the slaughter
and it makes me laugh ...
and be taken more serious
sorry, that's just not the world we live in
you want attention
all you have to do is show more skin
bust out those tits
pop that ass out
because nothing fucking matters
nothing fucking matters N E more
and if you're wondering
what I'll be up to
while the world burns
I think I'll be
drowning myself
in depravity
there's no heaven
when we live in hell
sheeps with their red hats
being lead to the slaughter
and it makes me laugh ...
#frustration
#hell
#myself
102 reads
3 Comments
Yousef_Alfil
Yousef Alfil
Yousef Alfil
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 1:00pm
16th Nov 2024 1:00pm
ALL THIS ANGER WAS ONCE LOVE
Hi, it’s been a minute since you and I talked.
Did you miss me back, just like I did?
Or did time erase me, scattering me like dust in the wind?
A love text could have brightened my day. Talk to me.
I’m tired of these endless debates, Fighting to see who hurts who.
We cannot find comfort in silence, Nor peace in all these shouts. Talk to me.
Do you feel it?
The weight of my double texts, Each one silently screaming,
"Babe, I’m hurting."
Do you feel the weight of your absence pressing heavy against my chest?
The...
Did you miss me back, just like I did?
Or did time erase me, scattering me like dust in the wind?
A love text could have brightened my day. Talk to me.
I’m tired of these endless debates, Fighting to see who hurts who.
We cannot find comfort in silence, Nor peace in all these shouts. Talk to me.
Do you feel it?
The weight of my double texts, Each one silently screaming,
"Babe, I’m hurting."
Do you feel the weight of your absence pressing heavy against my chest?
The...
#bittersweet
#emptiness
#frustration
#heartbroken
#loneliness
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