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.
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 9:52pm
7th Apr 2024 9:52pm
Of Irritation - NaPoWriMo 7
When I hate,
it drowns me.
To the pointed point
where only irritation remains
seeking the death of the day
blind to the light.
Eager to cut
to
the quick,
and frustratingly slow
in cooling off to calmness.
Each pulse of fury
feeds the loop
a hang noose of hatred
angrily gripped around
my neck,
suffocating in its sincerity.
Frankly
Damn it all
I cannot care for hatred;
too basic for my tastes
But still it feeds on me.
it drowns me.
To the pointed point
where only irritation remains
seeking the death of the day
blind to the light.
Eager to cut
to
the quick,
and frustratingly slow
in cooling off to calmness.
Each pulse of fury
feeds the loop
a hang noose of hatred
angrily gripped around
my neck,
suffocating in its sincerity.
Frankly
Damn it all
I cannot care for hatred;
too basic for my tastes
But still it feeds on me.
#anger
#hate
#frustration
#disappointment
#NaPoWriMo2024
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nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
6th Apr 2024 11:13pm
6th Apr 2024 11:13pm
Micro-Management
You say it’s in my best interest
Well we know that line is bullshit
But that doesn’t stop you does it
There must be something wrong with me
For you to feel the incessant need
To correct my neurodivergencies
Your implicit bias is showing
With every move you’re over-controlling
All these invisible punches that you’re throwing
You’re kindling my rage inside
Tempting fate with all your lies
Injustice blatant in my eyes
You say let’s make a plan
But then you say you can’t
Give me what I ask
...
Well we know that line is bullshit
But that doesn’t stop you does it
There must be something wrong with me
For you to feel the incessant need
To correct my neurodivergencies
Your implicit bias is showing
With every move you’re over-controlling
All these invisible punches that you’re throwing
You’re kindling my rage inside
Tempting fate with all your lies
Injustice blatant in my eyes
You say let’s make a plan
But then you say you can’t
Give me what I ask
...
#MentalHealth
#job
#NaPoWriMo2024
#frustration
#disappointment
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faithmairee
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 1:24pm
5th Apr 2024 1:24pm
Rage
I looked trouble
In the eye
Acted swiftly
To deal with it
But I'm skeptical
Of people now
Am I angry?
No, this is
Closer to rage
At how the
World is so full
Of hatred
Rude people
The ungrateful ones
Who try to make
You miserable
At every opportunity
Why can't you and I
Disagree and
Still be pleasant
Toward each other
So many lost souls
Demanding to
Be heard
In the eye
Acted swiftly
To deal with it
But I'm skeptical
Of people now
Am I angry?
No, this is
Closer to rage
At how the
World is so full
Of hatred
Rude people
The ungrateful ones
Who try to make
You miserable
At every opportunity
Why can't you and I
Disagree and
Still be pleasant
Toward each other
So many lost souls
Demanding to
Be heard
#peace
#frustration
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10 Comments
Sunderish
Arcto.
Arcto.
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 9:00pm
4th Apr 2024 9:00pm
Of Hope & Death.
Losing myself in a dream
Dancing for the blind
Singing to the deaf
Heartache, and regret
My feelings like
Shards of glass in my chest
Tears stain my face
And my lips remain cracked
I dare to believe in myself
I dare give myself hope
Hope that pulls itself from me
Like little knives in my side,
Leaving me more mutilated each time
I could scream,
I could hang myself
From our old oak tree
But you’d cry,
Your innocent little heart
Still holding on to this rotting corpse,
I’ve been trapped in. ...
Dancing for the blind
Singing to the deaf
Heartache, and regret
My feelings like
Shards of glass in my chest
Tears stain my face
And my lips remain cracked
I dare to believe in myself
I dare give myself hope
Hope that pulls itself from me
Like little knives in my side,
Leaving me more mutilated each time
I could scream,
I could hang myself
From our old oak tree
But you’d cry,
Your innocent little heart
Still holding on to this rotting corpse,
I’ve been trapped in. ...
#hope
#dark
#death
#frustration
#despair
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1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 5:52am
4th Apr 2024 5:52am
Let's Get Cynical, Cynical...Again
I despise people who are two-faced liars
They pretend to be something they’re not
They get mad when the truth is too hot handle
Then change the narrative when they get caught
I dislike individuals who are duplicitous
They smile but talk smack behind your back
Acting nice in one place but toxic in another
They’re narrative is a bunch of poppycock
And if they get political
It’s cynical
They’re so hypocritical
It’s miserable
I don’t want to hear that gaudy talk
Nope, I don’t want to hear that bawdy talk
I get...
They pretend to be something they’re not
They get mad when the truth is too hot handle
Then change the narrative when they get caught
I dislike individuals who are duplicitous
They smile but talk smack behind your back
Acting nice in one place but toxic in another
They’re narrative is a bunch of poppycock
And if they get political
It’s cynical
They’re so hypocritical
It’s miserable
I don’t want to hear that gaudy talk
Nope, I don’t want to hear that bawdy talk
I get...
#anger
#funny
#frustration #disappointment
#frustration #disappointment
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 5:38am
4th Apr 2024 5:38am
Rush hour
I'm in a pit of rising anxiety.
Every lane is rammed.
Nobody is cooperating
and rain beats down.
The engine thrums, driving my panic
(pun intended).
Clearly I know
that it's rush hour,
and it continues to worsen.
Add dehydration
and its sinking, metallic sensation to the mix.
Naturally, every light is red
and your reaction is going to
fuel the day-old headache.
It's easy to see why
I'm feeling complete panic
with all this mental noise.
I can already sense your angry words;
the thought...
Every lane is rammed.
Nobody is cooperating
and rain beats down.
The engine thrums, driving my panic
(pun intended).
Clearly I know
that it's rush hour,
and it continues to worsen.
Add dehydration
and its sinking, metallic sensation to the mix.
Naturally, every light is red
and your reaction is going to
fuel the day-old headache.
It's easy to see why
I'm feeling complete panic
with all this mental noise.
I can already sense your angry words;
the thought...
#anxiety
#cars
#frustration #NaPoWriMo2024
#frustration #NaPoWriMo2024
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Josiah
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 2:28am
4th Apr 2024 2:28am
Middle Hand Man
I give them all, my
Middle of the hand
Those weaving together
The fringes of our morality
Scrawling down in stone
Our words before they sway
Those entrappers, tricksters
I do despise
Beware, you self-indulgent somber prisoners of exile
Beware, hunters of plastic thrills that patchwork their voids
Ministers pit you both in opposition, erasing grey areas
May they have spiritual immolation and be charred to ash
Watch out for the menaces
Militancy behind those smiles
Operators closely standing by
In...
Middle of the hand
Those weaving together
The fringes of our morality
Scrawling down in stone
Our words before they sway
Those entrappers, tricksters
I do despise
Beware, you self-indulgent somber prisoners of exile
Beware, hunters of plastic thrills that patchwork their voids
Ministers pit you both in opposition, erasing grey areas
May they have spiritual immolation and be charred to ash
Watch out for the menaces
Militancy behind those smiles
Operators closely standing by
In...
#anger
#hate
#humankind
#frustration
#NaPoWriMo2024
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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 1:03am
3rd Apr 2024 1:03am
young and fearless
i was once
young
and fearless,
i did
things
to my
satisfaction,
too careless
to be
beat down,
but now
so many
years
have passed,
my youth
long gone,
and i
take
my time,
i'm
a little
more cautious
these days.
young
and fearless,
i did
things
to my
satisfaction,
too careless
to be
beat down,
but now
so many
years
have passed,
my youth
long gone,
and i
take
my time,
i'm
a little
more cautious
these days.
#regret
#childhood
#frustration
#aging
#denial
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 7:13pm
2nd Apr 2024 7:13pm
"cringe"
flesh, blood, & bone; what is cringe? the state of existing.... oh, how I'm straddling the fence-with decisions....
hence every "wake"(during day) is described as "good mourning" because there's no place like the fucking grave....
why couldn't have i died one of several times when I've gotten a glimpse of death's face-especially the time that tooth pick went down one's throat hidden in that godamn sandwich I've bitten into at an early age 7-8 give or take....
my way down to the ground-why couldn't the blackout...
hence every "wake"(during day) is described as "good mourning" because there's no place like the fucking grave....
why couldn't have i died one of several times when I've gotten a glimpse of death's face-especially the time that tooth pick went down one's throat hidden in that godamn sandwich I've bitten into at an early age 7-8 give or take....
my way down to the ground-why couldn't the blackout...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#frustration
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Maple666
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 4:41pm
2nd Apr 2024 4:41pm
2003 .
She knows her heart beats to keep her alive. It also beats her up sometimes with its co defendant her mind. Both standing in the dock tethered to her and able to cause disorderly conduct without a mark on the outside. It can be a toxic combination when she fails to believe in herself and all her dreams and just lets everything slide back and not one iota of thought of what she could be . It’s a destructive behaviour pattern and breaks more than it mends. The broken pieces just multiply and sharpen its claws.
Her heart and mind are the mischievous sort and will cause a right song...
Her heart and mind are the mischievous sort and will cause a right song...
#sadness
#regret
#rejection
#frustration
#despair
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Diaryofabasketcase
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 2:35am
2nd Apr 2024 2:35am
The Book of Death
The Book of Death
My grandma left a book for me
The day before she died
She said that it was magical
To write my dreams inside
The book was brown and leather
It looked old and kinda worn
But inside all the pages blank
Outside a sketch forlorn
A skull with tears, a sense of fear
Symbols of the occult
Demonic signs, this book of mine
Ignoring them, my fault
My grandma didn’t know me well
Well not what I went through
The secrets I kept to myself
I lied about the truth
...
My grandma left a book for me
The day before she died
She said that it was magical
To write my dreams inside
The book was brown and leather
It looked old and kinda worn
But inside all the pages blank
Outside a sketch forlorn
A skull with tears, a sense of fear
Symbols of the occult
Demonic signs, this book of mine
Ignoring them, my fault
My grandma didn’t know me well
Well not what I went through
The secrets I kept to myself
I lied about the truth
...
#anger
#grief
#dark
#death
#frustration
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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 5:10am
1st Apr 2024 5:10am
The Myth of Human Decency
Case the heart as you make love like war
Make yourself at home at another’s ground zero
When all you do for anyone else is self its for
When the villain masquerades as the victims hero
Ambush, striking in ways unexpected
Wounds exploited with eyes infected
All you see is everything through the lens of your own scars
As if the blood you shed is what makes you who you are
Ego tripping, the acquired taste
Paraphernalia made of a liars friends
Gold hearts gone to waste
The user thrives on the means to their own ends
...
Make yourself at home at another’s ground zero
When all you do for anyone else is self its for
When the villain masquerades as the victims hero
Ambush, striking in ways unexpected
Wounds exploited with eyes infected
All you see is everything through the lens of your own scars
As if the blood you shed is what makes you who you are
Ego tripping, the acquired taste
Paraphernalia made of a liars friends
Gold hearts gone to waste
The user thrives on the means to their own ends
...
#anger
#corruption
#frustration
#greed
#disappointment
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