Frustrated Poems

Frustrated poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of frustrated poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on frustrated are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Misunderstood

Misunderstood short poem

I know you have your theory of the way that I should be, You see a diagnosis when you should be seeing me, I wish that I could tell you all the reasons you are wrong, But I am not

Poems containing references to : Frustrated

Haste

Haste prose poem

The tight schedules in the office frustrated him to quit the job in haste Post retirement he fancied life to be a bed of roses with no Boss to make him walk on thorns He did not bother what position

Separation

Separation short poem

The stranger that I am To you, to this whole world The realization sunk into me Dragging me into the depth of loneliness Where did I lose everything? But then, when did I have anything? Life seems to be a

Conscience

Conscience short poem

I always feel I have deceived my conscience My conscience pricks me for what I did I try to convince my conscience for all the wrong I did My conscience accepts my decision but rejects my action I get into

A Naughty Beloved

A Naughty Beloved short poem

When I am dejected, frustrated and insane, I look a way out in a closed dark lane, And I don’t find a way out, I shout and cry, My friend is a foe; she is sleeping on sky, She has

Today

Today elegy

I smiled today I smiled today, when I saw the cobweb above the door I once pointed to one there after you had cleaned and dusted You told me you didn’t have your glasses on that “look up”. I saw

A Laughing Mirror

A Laughing Mirror short poem

I have a laughing mirror, When a wave of pride, Far from the humble banks, Attacks my body, Attacks my soul, Disturbs my balance, I see my face, In the laughing mirror. I have a laughing mirror, When ugliness of

Fatal Hero

Fatal Hero prose poem

In a small town lived a small boy, who kept wooden swords and guns as toy… ‘Coz he wanted to be a hero and save people, and waited (to be a hero) till his teenage wore purple… But still he

Running Your Marathon Called Life

Running Your Marathon Called Life ballad

When you first began life’s marathon, were you courageous from the start? When you stood there at the starting line, were you committed head and heart? Must you believe you’ll achieve your goals, from the moment you begin? Must you

Search For Happiness

Search For Happiness long poem

Tired ,frustrated from Life and job I have a Dialogue with God , With eyes closed, I ask , Dear God what is Happiness ? Is Happiness subjective and just one’s perspective. Or is it Utopian, With rich for more,

What Makes Me Cry

What Makes Me Cry short poem

When the storm blew away the roof of an old couple. It makes me cry When a husband leave behind his wife and son. It makes me cry When a frustrated mother starts drinking. It makes me cry When a

Mosquitoes

Mosquitoes short poem

Oh, mosquitoes, children of lust, you hover all over the world, to suck blood for own cause and multiply. Helpless society and frustrated victims are your brooding ground. You’ve outnumbered leeches and vampires only through a strategy of invading indoors.

I Still Believe In Zimbabwe

I Still Believe In Zimbabwe long poem

Zimbabwean by birth, Zimbabwean by color, Zimbabwean by beliefs, Zimbabwean by culture, Bred a Zimbabwean, I love Zimbabwe! I love peace! I love unity! Ishe Chibvunza If Zimbabwe could recall that eventful day in 1980 at Lancaster House, I bet

Jump Suit

Jump Suit long poem

Might the legends be true? Or merely an imagined ado? Could it be more than a myth? Might it actually exist? Encased in glass, Perfectly preserved From decades past, Rarely observed. Black as the night, Lined with gray, Quantum technology

Your Vote

Your Vote long poem

He comes with a bowl of courtesy and begs you to to fill the Bowl with your valuable vote He promises moon and treats you like God You feel special for his flattering words Come the D-day to vote in

Makeover

Makeover long poem

Dark spots, acne and pimples No offence, ruin our faces which are pleasantly simple Girls hide them so that no one notices and yucks With an infinite deal of products costing a thousand bucks Slowly and gradually, they get this

Anticipation And Inspiration

Anticipation And Inspiration short poem

Today I picked up my paper and pen, I sighed and put it back down again, I stared at the space in front of me, Blank right where my words should be. I tried but it was soon over and

The Actor And The Savages

The Actor And The Savages prose poem

I saw the scene full of flowers and I saw the Actor choking, drowned in petals, leaves, which entered his mouth, nostrils, ears, covering him until nothing was left of him. Poor Actor. What a death! Smothered by the flowers

Misty Cups Of Tea

Misty Cups Of Tea short poem

Every morning, We pretend to meet, To have a sip From our misty cups of tea. Our eyes might have Acknowledged each others’ presence, But they never meet, While they raise from the newspapers, That are evenly spread On the

What Is Poetry

What Is Poetry prose poem

What is poetry I must ask, writing poetry can be quite a task. Still I struggle and continue to write Hmmm, for my delight, or is it from insight? Although I get frustrated, very agitated, can’t bring myself to hate

My Sister’s Son

My Sisters Son short poem

He gets so frustrated, he swears you know “The damn battery’s dead”, he pouts “Thomas just wait and daddy will take you” “I have to go now”, he shouts He hates the questions the kids fire at him “Why can’t

I Am Left Only To Whine

I Am Left Only To Whine short poem

The wind speaks my heart out, The rain washes my soul out, Into nature’s lap, Where I can peacefully take a nap. In this rat race of life, Time played the distorted fife, Where I was left with no vitality,

The Dawning Of The Moon Light

The Dawning Of The Moon Light short poem

The woeful world; Is transforming itself to a pale shadow of my dusking life Bright as a shimmering sunlight My homeless soul is withering with the rising moonlight. I see the gloominess of ice that surrounds my feeble unfair world

I still believe!

I still believe! long poem

As I remember my remedy in the natural scent of humanity, I am reminded the chewed kisses stamped on my forehead applauding my addition to the Zimbabwean population. I remember my first time drowned and dissolved in the newness of

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The Relinquished Trip With The Soil

The Relinquished Trip With The Soil prose poem

After four female checks, came a sparkling young man The beginning of Sunday, Sep 09 saw the principal touch of a brilliant kid Shouting, rolling and crying the black man With grins and appreciation mother adores for the kid Daddy

The Night Of Words

The Night Of Words prose poem

THE NiGHT OF WORDS an assemblage of thought, Predicted a hint of rain the power of words,from the darkened sky, convey a message for a thought. Was it not one word that launched the words that built the world ?

Clarity

Clarity short poem

Awoke to a vision of you. a gentle breeze, in this moment not about you or me. but the simple sound of birds singing swaying in the trees. a symphony of perfection nothing else matters. piece flows through my body

After An Earthquake

After An Earthquake prose poem

Soft night wrapped us deeply in her fold whole area changed to a garden of dreams. Tremor began like a snake’s movement darkness melts, our hearts leapt to throat, we rushed for shelter under the starry canopy, but hasty movements

Halloween

Halloween short poem

Soaked trees from the rain and fallen leaves, that cover paths lined with glowing pumpkins Houses with dimly lit porch lights and Halloween decorations welcome youngsters of all ages Children running amok dressed as their favorite character and yelling ‘Trick

Supernova

Supernova short poem

As we grow old we feel useless, It’s not that your Job is Done You are changing yes, another part of your life has begun You have been here and there Been there and done that It is time for

What has become of me

What has become of me short poem

what has become of me in this land of nonsense where I trivialize myself for the notion called love why do I expect what is not to be why do I desire what is not mine why do I seek

Shall We

Shall We short poem

When we stepped into this supreme air Just to feel each other’s touch and see Down into my eyes you made darkness so fair With your young springs old passionate tree Those moving streams with a priestlike task And your

Wash Day

Wash Day short poem

When I was a little girl, wash day was always a big event. Grandma didn’t own a washer or dryer. She washed her clothes in a big cast iron wash pot. I remember that we had to get wood to

Certitude

Certitude prose poem

She beamed melancholy Her darkness a beacon, My eyes captivated By the tilt of her smile. Skin of scars begging To ease, save, steal, To rebuild upon her stars, If she’d have me. In letters, then laughter She came willingly,

Bellus Corpus

Bellus Corpus english poems

The flesh, bones and dna yet shall be dust and vanish Like the tears in the rain. The young or mature, Your joy, your sorrow The death will not wait Succumbing to anaerobes That will feast on thee Yet you

Navigating

Navigating short poem

One crisp scaffold. Was it possible that it became generous? For the street which turns the mutation into xenograft. I pretend to be which I am not for fear of dying daily or sleep no more in the lineage of

Stone Catchers

Stone Catchers short poem

The vertical thought had jumped on the moon without any qualms. Do you think, the dreams will sell to man these butterflies. The ants were waiting for the death of the lamb wandering in the neighbour’s field. O God, how

All about ‘change’

All about change short poem

Something I forgot, onward on train, got back voluntarily on my return, Scamsters! here’s a lesson from a tea vendor that You ought to learn.

Jungle In The Gym

Jungle In The Gym long poem

I am Timothy, Timmy, Tim. My dad is James, Jimmy, Jim. My mom is Kimberly, Kimmy, Kim. I walk, walk, walk With my teacher And my class. It’s time for recess So we’re going to the gym. This is my

Words

Words short poem

I want to talk to you I want to know, all about you I want to listen to your story I am as curious as you Sometimes words aren’t enough to convey all that is inside Sometimes these words let