Best Frustrated Poems
WE . . . NOT FRUSTRATED
Those whose mouth speak and ooze
Only fire of a voluble vibrating vocabulary
Those whose sin is just speaking for others
In order for their other orders not to be ordered
Those whose lives were almost snuffed
Away by the ordered ultra-fascists gangsters
Those whose words sparkles only fire
To fire the unfired spirits into burn- fires
Those whose political jargons-renditions
Send thousands frenzy for action
Those whose offence is probing beyond
The nostril above their faces
Those who are ostracized for louding the truth
Above the speaker of the U and I garden
These
Are those my bird flock together with
During the day in search of the night
I among those given heavy knock on
The head for these inequities known only to them
I among those who are painted in stinker Toga
Of Miscreants, Disgruntled elements,…
I among those placed on a four season wheel-chair
With a gun powder explosion underneath
But
For them their son that strike the cheek of a Porter
More thunderous a slap to be queried nor be punished
For them their sons and daughters whose oblongata
Remains blank but full of giraffe and chips in the exams
For them their stooges that converse with guns and goons
For them that smile with axes, guns, daggers . . .
To strike, shoot and maim others
For them their anchors that knows nothing but something
For out of their nothing lies violence and blood
For they speaketh nor write
For them their boys they present a golden plate of honour
Found worthy in learning and character
Doomed to become menace to the society
For we . . . remain resolute
For we . . . not frustrated
For we . . . not cowed
For we . . . unperturbed
For we shall uphold the pillar of truth
Until our struggle shall beam light en route the tunnel
Alayande Stephen .T
12th February,2006
11.28am
Conceptualised after my four semester rustication
Verdict by Prof.Bamiro UI VC led SDC in
University of Ibadan on the 31st of January,2006.
A Promise to myself to refire the struggle not to retire.
Been frustrated for too long.
Bitterness builds like a vile crust.
Forgotten the whats and whys.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
LETS NOT CRY FOR THOSE WHO ARE DEAD
AS EMOTIONS ARE BURIED IN THE GRAVEYARD
LONGING FOR LOVE IS FUTILE
PALE AND FRAGILE
I WISH THOSE BLUE EYES
TO BE MINE FOREVER
ALAS ! DREAMS ARE THE ENEMIES OF DAYLIGHT
MOONLIGHT IS CONCEALING MY THOUGHTS
INSOMNIA IS GRIPPING MY VISION
WAYWARD THOUGHTS CULMINATES AS
MY LOVE POEMS ARE CHAINED IN PRISON…
Redfiery
2011
Disclaimer..... This poem has nothing to do with a job of any sort... It's all about
love. Love is a job that sometimes we don't ask for.
I'm an employee at Frustrated Incorporated.
Well I should say an ex employee,
I was not looking for work and on the spot,
This man hired me. He tried to fire me,
Many, many times but I guess I was the
Best to work on his assembly line.
He planned that I would be a temporary worker,
But he made me permanent. The duties for this
Job I had no problems learning them and he
Started firing the others on the assembly line.
He wanted to be all mine. Then he got used
To me and all of a sudden he stopped supplying
My work needs. I began to hate him and talk
About him in front and behind his back. The man
Just did not like that. He called me to the office
Over and over again to find out what was wrong
With him. I responded you already know, dude
I just gotta go. I don't work for him no more
But He keeps calling me back for raw materials
Although he treated me inferior, I deserve
Better. So, I moved on to work for another man
But the head of Frustrated Incorporated keeps
Calling. I'm not going back to that mistreatment,
In courtesy and professionalism he falls delinquent.
1-27-11
POETRY IS ALL ABOUT CREATIVITY AND THE FREEDOM TO EXPRESS WHAT IS
ON YOUR MIND. IN OTHER WORDS, TO EXERCISE AND MAKE USE OF OUR
FIRST AMENDMENT.
THE FREEDOM OF SPEECH
POETICALLY SPEAKING, TO BE ABLE TO SPILL INK ONTO A BLANK PAGE.
NOT A CONFINED AND RESTRICTED "fill in the blank space provided"
I AM VERY FRUSTRATED THAT I AM NOT ABLE TO POST SOME OF MY WORK
PROPERLY AND CORRECTLY IN THIS LITTLE BOX WITH THE SOFTWARE
PROVIDED. SOME LINES JUST WON'T LINE UP .
IF ANYONE HAS THOUGHTS, HELP AND OR SUGGESTIONS, PLEASE SEND THEM
MY WAY.
THANK YOU,
Warner
I'm so uffing frustrated
It's late night n my pupils dilated
Blood pressure sky rocket like I'm ovulating
N life ain't wasting no time
Like its obligated
Catching me slipping on the sideline
Right beside being patient
On a ledge trying to hold on
Just trying to say this
But daily it seems like I'm not supposed to say nothing
It's Vegas
I understand the situation so I'm quietly changing
Nah
Let me take that back I'm just tryin to change this
One perspective way of looking
The only way I know that's how I made it
This far n now I'm posted in the land of endless vacation
I've traveled a lot
But this plot that I got I'm just trying to stay in
Too hardheaded to quit that's my problem
No need in others sayin
Of course it's not gonna be easy
This ain't a game it's life ain't it
Yeah I'm prideful I know
Another thing in the process of work
It's changing
But everything ain't the same so
Now I gotta flow with the game
Love every headache
Just want shyt to settle in
Because I'm tired of me having my breath wasted
N being patient
Seems to be the only remedy
So I guess at night I gotta pray harder
That's what I see
I run in circles all day long
doing a heap of chores and
getting things done
but I'll tell you what I truly find exhausting.
It's the waiting and not knowing,
it sets me back and slows me down.
It frustrates me to the bitter end.
Instead of multitasking
I end up multimasking
juggling and pretending
to be the patient person
that I'm really not.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Annoyed by dawn’s light—yet I’ll plan a good day to spite my insomnia
Poetry Contest: Morning Monoku
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
May 28, 2022
An ET from Planet Mars named Delmo,
Landed on Planet Earth to say hello.
"From my view from outer space,
Earth looked like a peaceful place!"
(He saw bedlam and fled in his UFO!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
I don’t get it
The nicest people with the biggest hearts get treated like poo
Its as if everyone is acting like everything is okay like it’s a skit
The negativity gets old and dies off, yet the hatred seems to transmit
Is it that hard to put away any animosity you have towards someone and commit?
In reality in the end we all can benefit
Just think……
Where is the love in this world anymore?
Teens still being bullied and girls still getting called whores
People hating themselves for being different, they spend their times at the liquor store
Late nights, asking themselves why, drinking so much they hit the floor
Having an end result of having bruises and being sore
It seems we are all still fighting our own personal wars
Yet there is nothing wrong beating your own drum and wanting to explore
There shouldn’t be any hate or judgment anymore
Let’s once again help one another come together and help restore
So in the end we can all rest ashore
I hate the world we live in today
The violence, the judgments, the assumptions, the hatred, and the betrays
Seeing other people who are different having to repay from all the disarray
Blacks, whites, shorts, obese, Americans, Natives, Hispanics, Gays
We are all different like papier-mâché, and that’s okay
Yet we are all the same on the inside, all one way
So put all the drama behind us, and let’s be a good model on the display
Any thoughts or comments?
The feeling in me one of inadequacy
The pressure builds boiling my skin to peel
Coming apart tearing at the seems
Thoughts run ramped life tragic and frantic
Pushing me away from my normalcy
The uncontrollable me breathing so heavily
Sweat dripping off of my mentality
Nervously is my charged energy
I resign it's too late, no more time
So I lie down to do or die and softly cry
Wondering why God why am I still alive
The revelation haunting me it's so damaging
My stomach in my throat where my heart it chokes
All the way down to my final breath...and death...
11/27/17
Written for contest: "Emotional anger, hurt, rage"
Hosted by: Lewis Raynes
Won 4th Place in Contest Results
Frustration a feeling that's like friction,
Such a feeling of constricting conviction,
There is no way of avoiding its restriction,
This results in you feeling such damnation,
Frustration, the emotion completely domineers,
Suddenly angry tears begin to appear,
Motivation seems to disappear,
Sometimes it's not clear why it is here,
Frustration, you become annoyed, at how its so annoyingly annoying,
The anger builds tears flowing, red face glowing,
You try your best avoiding spoiling being disappointing,
You battle yourself twoing and frowing bullying mentally torturing,
Frustration, your unable to progress unable to grasp at success,
Your emotions become suppressed because you are so depressed,
Your unable to express emotion, you feel utterly useless,
The definition of frustration is frustrating,
Talks of annoyance defeat sounds exasperating,
Prevention of fulfilling some what thwarting,
Frustration a negative feeling that needs avoiding,
But despite my best efforts it just keeps reoccurring.
Lead point scratching
Pink eraser scrubbing,
Ticking time catching
My eyes, I'm rubbing
Inspiration sparing
Rhyme and word fighting,
White lines staring
Thumb and finger writing
Yellow #2 shrinking
Lines ever darkening,
My eyelids blinking
My mind harkening
Hours ever zooming
Crumpled paper piling,
Good enough is looming
I find myself smiling.
How much I miss you/
Words can not explain/
You're so far away from me/
I have to close my eyes/
And reach into my mind/
To bring you forth/
To wrap my arms around you/
To show you how much I miss you/
Life makes me lonely/
I truly miss you/
Everytime I see your face/
The sun shines down on me/
Which makes me/
Miss you more than ever/
Can you see or feel my sorrow/
Even though you're/
Not in my life anymore/
I will always miss you/
Oh.../
Why did you all abandon me/
I never done the crime/
But I don't think I need your pity/
In life/
We find out the hard way/
Who our true friends are/
I could care less about
getting a haircut or
finding hair color to
dye my nappy roots
So what my nails need
a fill and my feet look like
I've been walking on eggshells
and frustration
I don't give a damn about
having to cancel weddings
parties
open mics and
play dates
I'm not interested in
swinging on conspiracy theories
while binging on fake news
None of that matters
My first priority is making
it out of this thing alive
mentally
physically
emotionally and
spiritually
I keep busy so depression
won't trump my faith
because in trump,
I have no faith
I want my anxiety to
calm the hell down
and leave me alone
and the more I try to
distract my thoughts
the more those social
media mail carriers
put their junk mail
in my inbox
I wish for a way to return
it to sender
Right now
in this minute
all I'm concerned about is living
to see the return
of another tomorrow
Reclaim my privilege to
openly breathe the air
that lives on the other
side of the wall
©4-8-2020