Long Poems About Frustration
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Long poems about frustration. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
61 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
78 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
80 reads
1 Comment
MalcolmG
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 12:25pm
6th Nov 2024 12:25pm
NOT ALL VAMPIRES SUCK BLOOD
Your gaze wanders through corridors of dead and living poets, devouring, slipping in like thieves at midnight—not for communion with the spirit’s insight, but to feast, to draw stolen breath and reshape it as your own, a mimicry born without debt to the muse, a hollow construct grasping for self acclaim, void of responsibility to its sources.
Poetic Vampires, the charlatans of thought, these pale shadows drift through other minds, cloaked in filched passion and counterfeit phrases—a theater of echoes lacking the marrow of originality. They linger, barren of fresh vision, bereft of...
Poetic Vampires, the charlatans of thought, these pale shadows drift through other minds, cloaked in filched passion and counterfeit phrases—a theater of echoes lacking the marrow of originality. They linger, barren of fresh vision, bereft of...
#anger
#art
#disappointment
#frustration
#morality
65 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
111 reads
14 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 9:17pm
26th Oct 2024 9:17pm
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
63 reads
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 4:01pm
26th Oct 2024 4:01pm
GOLDEN TEARS TRAILS
To understand what is" Golden Tears"
You must emerge from the past
Engage in the truth of darkness and all fears.
Starting from the first to the last
Every pain is acknowledged by its own story
Their purpose and reason
The weight and capacity make it all blurry
Clouds that abide to us by a different season
Every tear is a testament
Our souls' tormenting laments
The sadness of one's Clements
The Hell on earth that happens
The devil roams harder on earth
With scattered teams of demons to...
You must emerge from the past
Engage in the truth of darkness and all fears.
Starting from the first to the last
Every pain is acknowledged by its own story
Their purpose and reason
The weight and capacity make it all blurry
Clouds that abide to us by a different season
Every tear is a testament
Our souls' tormenting laments
The sadness of one's Clements
The Hell on earth that happens
The devil roams harder on earth
With scattered teams of demons to...
#bittersweet
#frustration
#sadness #shame
#sadness #shame
120 reads
2 Comments
Duice
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 8:55pm
22nd Oct 2024 8:55pm
Miss understood (Part 1)
I’m not for [ everybody ]
not everyone comprehends innuendo [ here ]
In hindsight I wrote intuition in [ frustration ]
let me speak to be absolutely [ clear: ]
Don’t just listen for How in my [ words ]
listen close to What intellect is in its [ meaning ]
I don’t speak circles to [ entertain ]
I speak in Braille for the [ gleaning ]
Envision in binary patterns as felt [ repetition ]
rationalize bumps and breaks to [ devour ]
You heard 50 shades of [ grey ]
I discern sweet from [ sour ]
Its...
not everyone comprehends innuendo [ here ]
In hindsight I wrote intuition in [ frustration ]
let me speak to be absolutely [ clear: ]
Don’t just listen for How in my [ words ]
listen close to What intellect is in its [ meaning ]
I don’t speak circles to [ entertain ]
I speak in Braille for the [ gleaning ]
Envision in binary patterns as felt [ repetition ]
rationalize bumps and breaks to [ devour ]
You heard 50 shades of [ grey ]
I discern sweet from [ sour ]
Its...
#confusion
#frustration
#learning
#misunderstood
#wisdom
291 reads
10 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 3:38am
16th Oct 2024 3:38am
the net and hordes
you are new to me no matter the length of stay
come forth from the darkness and announce who you are
there is a familiararity...a pattern I cannot name
you leave and erase and come back again
your depths reaches out to me
you think I am to judge?
simply put I was born different
struggling with terribly crippling anxiety
alone and heavily medicated
torurtuous lot I've fallen in with
isn't it enough I march?
picking myself up
when you fail to see
what me in my...
come forth from the darkness and announce who you are
there is a familiararity...a pattern I cannot name
you leave and erase and come back again
your depths reaches out to me
you think I am to judge?
simply put I was born different
struggling with terribly crippling anxiety
alone and heavily medicated
torurtuous lot I've fallen in with
isn't it enough I march?
picking myself up
when you fail to see
what me in my...
#anger
#disability
#frustration
78 reads
3 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 10:59am
30th Sep 2024 10:59am
Mrs. Potato Head (Attempt Two)
Oh,Mrs. Potato Head,tell me now.
Is the money worth it,why and how?
They say,if you weren't born with it,you can give some cash.
They'll clean you up,patch you up.
And then throw your body in the trash.
When we are kids,we long for change.
But as adults,we accept minimum wage.
Will her beauty stay through,if her face is falling apart?
Will her body stay the same,after she does surgery on her body and heart?
The children go on their mother's ways.
And find different,new ways to change your face.
They pay a lot...
Is the money worth it,why and how?
They say,if you weren't born with it,you can give some cash.
They'll clean you up,patch you up.
And then throw your body in the trash.
When we are kids,we long for change.
But as adults,we accept minimum wage.
Will her beauty stay through,if her face is falling apart?
Will her body stay the same,after she does surgery on her body and heart?
The children go on their mother's ways.
And find different,new ways to change your face.
They pay a lot...
#dark
#frustration
#hope
#redemption
#strength
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ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 6:47pm
13th Sep 2024 6:47pm
Uncertainty of What’s Real
I wake up to the aching, a dull, relentless throb,
Is it the pain that’s real, or just my mind’s cruel job?
Each pulse, each sharp reminder, it grips me from within,
But is it truth I’m feeling, or just the place I’ve been?
The bottle sits beside me, its answers clear and close,
But every time I reach for it, I wonder if I’m lost.
Is this the hurt I think it is, or just another game?
I’ve danced this line so many times, I'm starting to forget my name.
The pain, it feels like fire, but am I fanning flames?
Or am I...
Is it the pain that’s real, or just my mind’s cruel job?
Each pulse, each sharp reminder, it grips me from within,
But is it truth I’m feeling, or just the place I’ve been?
The bottle sits beside me, its answers clear and close,
But every time I reach for it, I wonder if I’m lost.
Is this the hurt I think it is, or just another game?
I’ve danced this line so many times, I'm starting to forget my name.
The pain, it feels like fire, but am I fanning flames?
Or am I...
#anxiety
#apathy
#confusion
#emptiness
#frustration
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