Long Poems About Frustration
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Long poems about frustration. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
26th Mar 2025 9:53pm
26th Mar 2025 9:53pm
Closing Time
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGytDsqkQY8
Last drinks shouts the tender
drink em up
it's time to be out
I need to get home
so sip the last of your beer
slam down the last shots
head toward the outside
the chill of the night
fought off by the incoherence of
alcohols numb
the wisps of the smoke machine swirls
and clings like sad fog
to the crusted carpets
where booze and blood
bile and tears have stained my memories
with exquisite times and the haunted agony
of a thousand-thousand poets ...
Last drinks shouts the tender
drink em up
it's time to be out
I need to get home
so sip the last of your beer
slam down the last shots
head toward the outside
the chill of the night
fought off by the incoherence of
alcohols numb
the wisps of the smoke machine swirls
and clings like sad fog
to the crusted carpets
where booze and blood
bile and tears have stained my memories
with exquisite times and the haunted agony
of a thousand-thousand poets ...
#bittersweet
#frustration
#heartbroken
151 reads
3 Comments
michaelslove2
Poem Published
26th Mar 2025 6:09am
26th Mar 2025 6:09am
Calling About Tuesday
Calling About Tuesday
I hung up on him twice
but he kept right on calling
all through the night till the sun
began to rise.
'Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring Rrring!'
“Won't you please leave me alone!”
'Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring!'
From the telephone.
I unplugged the phone from the wall.
Still it would ring!
I threw it against the wall
shattering the thing!
I went out for a walk to relax, clear my mind.
The park near my home always my place
to get away from it all for a while.
...
I hung up on him twice
but he kept right on calling
all through the night till the sun
began to rise.
'Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring Rrring!'
“Won't you please leave me alone!”
'Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring!'
From the telephone.
I unplugged the phone from the wall.
Still it would ring!
I threw it against the wall
shattering the thing!
I went out for a walk to relax, clear my mind.
The park near my home always my place
to get away from it all for a while.
...
#anxiety
#dark
#fear
#frustration
#horror
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 11:04pm
16th Mar 2025 11:04pm
Sometimes it's necessary
There will come a time when we have to learn, how to navigate through the process of a broken heart, 💔 that will leave behind the foot prints of hurt 😞 and the sorrow of pain. That will come in the form, of the pure silent of your loneliness, that brings tears in the dark of the night. For sometimes we have to take in account, that nothing really last forever, yet sometimes they return as they never left you alone. Sometimes it is necessary to understand, that what will be will be more important than you think it is to you. Sometimes when things come back to you, it is not by...
#confusion
#despair
#frustration
#hope
#love
102 reads
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 4:21pm
6th Feb 2025 4:21pm
"Poetic Justice "
aspirations to engage the right side of this brain as much as the left; there are blockages that occasionally make me want to literally bull rush my head- into concrete wall....
as if I could ever express or manifest something at all so profound that it resurrects necessary spirits from the dead- to somehow help magically bring about a way to save those that were never meant for this earthly🌎 existential dread....
because no matter where one goes- there one is; a species bearing witness to...
as if I could ever express or manifest something at all so profound that it resurrects necessary spirits from the dead- to somehow help magically bring about a way to save those that were never meant for this earthly🌎 existential dread....
because no matter where one goes- there one is; a species bearing witness to...
#escape
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
#frustration
134 reads
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 11:30am
1st Feb 2025 11:30am
When Fake Outshines The Truth
Hoof-printed trails speak of goats, sheeps and livestock herds,and the small pawprints of sloughi left behind..easily recognized.I take the route daily trodden, the way of my thoughts to browse the forest woods, and the mountain rocks...
overwhelmed with mundane vocabulary, idle speeches,vain chatting, the brain is about to collapse into fruitless abyss,dehydrated, i skip into the forest woods, the open lands, open their hands to my muse, fuel my heart with the most truthful feelings, the mountain is silently friendly and warm...
...
The wilderness...
overwhelmed with mundane vocabulary, idle speeches,vain chatting, the brain is about to collapse into fruitless abyss,dehydrated, i skip into the forest woods, the open lands, open their hands to my muse, fuel my heart with the most truthful feelings, the mountain is silently friendly and warm...
...
The wilderness...
#anxiety
#frustration
#rejection #shame
#rejection #shame
226 reads
6 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 8:56pm
18th Dec 2024 8:56pm
Loonies still complaining about the colour of obviously fictional cartoon characters!
By Stanley Collymore
It's a shame the same consideration
isn't give to the history nonsense
taught in a rather widespread
fashion within white Western organized and
obviously run schools, all of them depicting
all Black people as essentially slaves, while
pushing European features as the standard
of beauty. How do these clearly, discernibly
ingrained morons, suppose little Black kids
feel, being systematically told, that nothing beautiful or even vaguely so, does or really, ...
It's a shame the same consideration
isn't give to the history nonsense
taught in a rather widespread
fashion within white Western organized and
obviously run schools, all of them depicting
all Black people as essentially slaves, while
pushing European features as the standard
of beauty. How do these clearly, discernibly
ingrained morons, suppose little Black kids
feel, being systematically told, that nothing beautiful or even vaguely so, does or really, ...
#denial
#despair
#emptiness
#frustration
#hate
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 7:01pm
23rd Nov 2024 7:01pm
The Narrow Path
I had once gone to London on vacation,
walking along the Thames, far, far away in dreams,
or maybe in fragments of a life that once was,
or could have been.
There was powder on my face,
a devil's trumpet in my hand,
and so many warnings,
but youth is deaf,
and wisdom,
a ghost cloaked in the unseen years ahead.
I was muscle-bound,
well-dressed,
a leather belt cinching a polished facade.
Yet beneath, I was already unraveling.
It was autumn, I remember,
the leaves spiraling downward,
their slow...
walking along the Thames, far, far away in dreams,
or maybe in fragments of a life that once was,
or could have been.
There was powder on my face,
a devil's trumpet in my hand,
and so many warnings,
but youth is deaf,
and wisdom,
a ghost cloaked in the unseen years ahead.
I was muscle-bound,
well-dressed,
a leather belt cinching a polished facade.
Yet beneath, I was already unraveling.
It was autumn, I remember,
the leaves spiraling downward,
their slow...
#anger
#frustration
#God
#honesty
#LifeCycle
126 reads
2 Comments
doriann_barrere
Dorian
Dorian
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 1:35pm
20th Nov 2024 1:35pm
Gwynplaine's Sentiment
Amidst the fog-wrapped coasts of France's sullen shore,
I was borne, a child plucked from humanity's womb—
a husk emptied, reshaped, molded by hands cruel and arcane.
O Heaven, did you witness the crime cast in your name?
Were your stars still fixed as mine fell from grace,
my face carved in grins by blades that spared no flesh nor soul,
leaving me bound forever to a smile that knew no mirth,
a grin in eternal mockery of all joy?
Look upon me, oh silent ones, whose pity wounds sharper than the steel—
for I am Gwynplaine, the jester...
I was borne, a child plucked from humanity's womb—
a husk emptied, reshaped, molded by hands cruel and arcane.
O Heaven, did you witness the crime cast in your name?
Were your stars still fixed as mine fell from grace,
my face carved in grins by blades that spared no flesh nor soul,
leaving me bound forever to a smile that knew no mirth,
a grin in eternal mockery of all joy?
Look upon me, oh silent ones, whose pity wounds sharper than the steel—
for I am Gwynplaine, the jester...
#denial
#despair
#frustration
#sadness
#shame
155 reads
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Nixprty
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 3:18am
16th Nov 2024 3:18am
Self Hatred (An Overflow)
Why am I so stupid? What the fuck is wrong with me? Nothing works. I ache so badly, an everywhere ache that’s cold at the center and boiling at the surface. I hate my body, I hate my face, I hate my personality, I hate my soul. I wish someone would just kill me so I wouldn’t be left to sit in the mess I made. I can’t do anything of worth, I can’t express my feelings well. I’m mean and selfish and loud and quiet and fucked. I hate how I hope too much, I hate how I can’t feel angry at anyone but myself. I hate that I can’t cut it out of myself, amputation of the emotions. I hate my eyes, for...
#emptiness
#frustration
#hate
#SelfWorth
#suffering
138 reads
1 Comment
MalcolmG
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 12:25pm
6th Nov 2024 12:25pm
NOT ALL VAMPIRES SUCK BLOOD
your gaze slithers through the twisted veins of dead poets,
a thief in blackened lace, tearing the soft fabric of breath
that once fluttered with the sacred pulse of truth—
now hollowed, mimicking, shapeshifting
through stolen syllables,
godless echoes turning raw passion into nothing
but an empty mouthful of lies.
you feast on them,
no debt paid, no soul bled dry.
just shadows,
cut from the same thread as a thousand hollow promises.
II.
these poetic vampires,
charlatans in the midnight glow,
they hang in the dust of...
a thief in blackened lace, tearing the soft fabric of breath
that once fluttered with the sacred pulse of truth—
now hollowed, mimicking, shapeshifting
through stolen syllables,
godless echoes turning raw passion into nothing
but an empty mouthful of lies.
you feast on them,
no debt paid, no soul bled dry.
just shadows,
cut from the same thread as a thousand hollow promises.
II.
these poetic vampires,
charlatans in the midnight glow,
they hang in the dust of...
#anger
#art
#disappointment
#frustration
#morality
106 reads
2 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 11:31am
1st Nov 2024 11:31am
The Negative side of Ai.
In google, i typed : AI generated poetry, and here what came.
uncountable websites of AI generated poetry with so many options,
and so i chose the first one that came on top of my search.
https://deepai.org/chat/what-is-ai
--I typed A Life of Rhyme, and all the world poetry fell down on me. the following are just example....
A Life of Rhyme
In gardens where the wildflowers sway,
A whispering wind beckons each day.
With laughter like sunlight, bright and warm,
Life dances around in a joyful form.
Each morning...
uncountable websites of AI generated poetry with so many options,
and so i chose the first one that came on top of my search.
https://deepai.org/chat/what-is-ai
--I typed A Life of Rhyme, and all the world poetry fell down on me. the following are just example....
A Life of Rhyme
In gardens where the wildflowers sway,
A whispering wind beckons each day.
With laughter like sunlight, bright and warm,
Life dances around in a joyful form.
Each morning...
#disappointment
#frustration
#rejection #shame
#rejection #shame
192 reads
14 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 8:17pm
26th Oct 2024 8:17pm
Bloody well grow up and get yourselves productive lives!
By Stanley Collymore
To all you aficionados of the
private company Reform
posing and distinctly
masquerading as a political party, this rather
dubious entity, quite clearly, has no policies
that make any sense! And, furthermore, is
virtually simply an evident nonentity; with
really five MPs in the House of Commons
which it got for the first time just recently.
So it's a complete waste of time, actually
exaggerating or bragging about them as
you toxic, racist, xenophobic, and inbred ...
To all you aficionados of the
private company Reform
posing and distinctly
masquerading as a political party, this rather
dubious entity, quite clearly, has no policies
that make any sense! And, furthermore, is
virtually simply an evident nonentity; with
really five MPs in the House of Commons
which it got for the first time just recently.
So it's a complete waste of time, actually
exaggerating or bragging about them as
you toxic, racist, xenophobic, and inbred ...
#denial
#emptiness
#fear
#frustration
#hate
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