Long Frustration Poems
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Relationships start off like oh so right
Making love damn near every single night
Dancing, the movies, going out bowling
Cracking so many jokes, I'm on the floor rolling
Rolling with smiles and oh such laughter
You were what I thought was my forever after
Everyone knew that it was just us two
The vibes and love between us just grew
Grew so strong, but then it all went wrong
Here comes the nagging, the bickering and doubt
Along with the lies, the hanging and sleeping out
Who are these other girls calling yo phone
Dem' girls don't know, they better leave you alone
But I don't just blame them, it's yo fault too
Cause cheatin' with them was somethin' you chose to do
Arguing and fussing, raising yo voice and cussing
Words were said out of frustration
I took those words into consideration
What happened to the smiles, the good times and fun
What happened to the Bonnie and Clyde moments on the run
What happened to our "Just Us" moments in time
Wow, how I wish I could simply press rewind
This relationship is not what I thought was meant to be
So for me to have peace of mind, I decided to be free
I knew what I had to do and as a lady, I didn't react
I knew that once I left, there would be no turning back
I didn't run, I didn't hide
I waited patiently for the sun to rise
I didn't kiss him in the end
Nor did I kiss him when this began
I awake with a rhyming poem fresh in my mind
The cadence amazing, it is lovely and fine.
Pretty sonnet, old masters kind of loveliness
I am proud of this one, I have to confess.
Okay how can I be this creative in my sleep?
Daily ocean waves of ideas buried so deep.
My muse begins to taunt me. She’s a pixie tease.
Leave me alone, Trixie. You’re never at ease!
Do others have muses who interrupt their nightly rest?
Tormenting your dendrite highway? Frustration test?
I awake with this poem she has planted at edge of my sleep.
Fifteen minutes later it has oozed away, buried way deep.
Ex is gone
I am glad
I moved on
I am not sad
Ex is gone
I am content
I moved on
No resentment
Feeling excellent
Feeling exquisite
Exchanging smiles
For many miles
For many miles
For many, many miles
We were rivers apart
When you stole my heart
You tore me truly apart
but not this time…
but not this time…
but not this time…
Sometimes, I wish I was no more
Sometimes, I wish I can live a little more
I wish you were mine and so much more
I’m a hopeless romantic to the deepest core
There’s more happiness and hope in store
You’re the one I adore
I opened the corridor of my heart to you
I opened the windows of my mind for you
Not anymore…
You choked me with fake cheer
You choke me with so much fear
It appears I’m in tears..
As it truly, sincerely appears
The sky is maroon
We’ll see each other soon
But, you, never
And I’m feeling excellent
Exquisite…exchanging things so relevant
You are insignificant
You hurt me with ignorance and manipulations
I’m now in frustration in the aftermath of my abominations
I’m tested positive for being positive…
I’m no longer negative to your…let-die ways to live…
I hate you
Yet, I love you still
The things you put me through
Be still, yes, I will..
Taking her home one day, my daughter said to me, "Until then". I was expressing my frustration by questioning her ability to get along in life without my assistance. I wondered out loud with her about how long it might take her to be fully emancipated. Yes, she was divorced and on her own with three kids, but it seemed to me that her reliance on my services needed to be curtailed. Her reply indicated to me that she would be utilizing me as long as I was available. I was deeply moved and inspired by her two words, "Until then". I came to realize in a personal and close-up way that 'her growth and maturity' was greatly linked to the word 'Then". Since then, I have been more aware that emancipation is a two-way process; and I am also allowing the 'Then Time' to come more sooner than later.
Late one night after I had picked him up from work, my oldest son said, "Dad, I do not need you to be my news reporter". Those words were in response to my repeated attempts to 'remind him' of some of his obligations. In a very passionate tone, he was informing me that he was now an adult and no longer required such reminders. On that particular night, I was indeed the one being taught to 'grow up'.
"Dad, you need to be more flexible". Such were the reply of my youngest son when I questioned his inability to return straight home after being sent on a mission. He was a new driver, and I was a 'worrier'. Up to that point, I was an A, B, C and 1, 2, 3 type of person. Now, I have learned to 'Chill'; and sometimes, I might even skip B, or forget about 3 and jump to 6. I thought 'Father knows best'. Not always.
03062017 PS Contest, Younger people who have inspired you, Brenda Chiri
101317, 2nd Contest, Parenthood, Silent One, 3P
February 23 Scripture Meditations Based on Ruth 1-4
Key Verse – Ruth 1:8 … The LORD deal kindly with you…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR DEALING KINDLY WITH ME
Thank You for dealing kindly with me midst my poverty
When I’m impoverished in my spirituality
While sojourning in worldliness’ vanity
Where You pull me away from futility toward Your bounty.
Thank You for dealing kindly with me midst my loneliness
When I’m weak in my envy-caused bitterness
While experiencing self-pity in barrenness
Where You grab me away from worthlessness toward Your usefulness.
Thank You for dealing kindly with me midst my frustration
When I’m unsuccessful in my goal-direction
While lamenting in loss-grief’s position
Where You drive me away from failure’s torture toward Your victory’s function.
Thank You for dealing kindly with me midst my arrogance
When I’m self-sufficient in my extravagance
While drowning in disobedience-inelegance
Where You snatch me away from earthly craving toward Your divine elegance.
Thank You for dealing kindly with me midst my backsliding
When I’m guilty in my Christian standing
While being sin-oppressed in materialistic humanistic enfolding
Where You bring me away from transgressions’ cell toward Your holy binding.
Thank You for dealing kindly with me midst my hypocrisy
When I’m afflicted in my ministry-deficiency
While pretending to be strong in carnal persistency
Where You carry me away from personal fervency toward Your might’s mercy.
February 23, 2022
And...I ponder
Do people even care about me? Sadly, I can't see...
Sucks being bipolar,
Having episodes of madness, sadness and ecstasy...
I am numb
I can't feel anymore
I am dumb,
Wisdom out the door...
Change is a challenging chore...
I need some satisfaction
Not this...anger sensation
Action takes its time some more...
Seeing others' succeed
While I remain this weed
That sucks the life of you
I'm sorry I cussed and fussed endless
Because of what you do
You seem to smile away your sadness
I wear the mask of plastic gladness
You don't see or care about my distress
Maybe, I'm acting selfish...actually, I was
Attempting to be selfless is trust with flaws
I'm bewildered because I have become
Ignorant and blissful like many these days...these days...
Wrapped up in bed, worthless like a crumb
I'm not looking for attention in this frustration maze
I bet no one will read this..or would scroll away in inner success rays
Hear me out beyond the pained and hopeless...we all need beloved praise
Time is not by our side, only God and Christ is quite frankly
I had enough alone time, I need to belong a wee bit actually
Energy is low and under the weather
Fever above a hundred, now cooled off
Don't feel sorry for me whatsoever
These hot and cold flashes and what not is enough!
“… The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” Romans 6:23 of the King James Bible
Life offers myriad great venture-gain
Toward the best, bright, blissful promised land
Coming from the breath-Source of goodness reign…
The Creator Who makes survival grand.
Life opens ways for jubilation days
Since God cheers toward better tomorrow
When failures come along frustration gaze
Midst detours or short cuts from trials' blow.
Life optimizes love, grace and hope’s zest
As well as wondrous mercy, faith, truth, light
Welcoming each one to enjoy all best
From the Lord, granting bountiful delight.
Life now I choose with praise and worship mirth
Grateful to God* for my existence worth.
July 15, 2022
3rd place, "It's All About Three Q's" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 7/31/2022.
Block
An idea forms and your mind is on fire
Your fingers are itching to write
The eagerness builds, the excitement explodes –
Your heart and your soul are alight.
You drop everything. The moment is key!
You rush to your screen or your page.
Fingers on keyboard, pen in your hand
And you wait for the muse to engage.
Then… Nothing.
You stare at the page, lean back in your chair
Fingers on head, interlocking.
But mute and defiant the page stares right back.
Its blankness rebellious and mocking.
You jot down a word or two, force out a sentence,
Immediately rejected, deleted.
For ninety long minutes you take your best shot,
As each futile attempt is repeated.
You’re beat, feeling drained with your chin on your chest;
No masterpiece written today.
After all that struggle you can’t even remember
What the great idea was anyway.
So admitting defeat, you stand up and stretch.
Trying desperately not to feel doleful.
Tomorrow awaits. Perhaps when you try,
Your writing won’t be quite as woeful.
Wrong Song
I don't know this song and it sounds so wrong,
Trying to remember but it's been too long, it's gone.
Frustration sets in and I don't know where I've been,
Panic-stricken, I'm falling apart, I can't do this again.
A cloud of Doom all around me, I look up to see no light,
Hiding in the shadows so not to be seen, waiting for the night.
Bowing my head in shame, running like some old scarred rat,
Please I pray, must my life turn out to be just exactly like that.
Why didn't I know that song and why did it sound so wrong,
Seriously I ask, are you telling me it's really been that long.
Age is upon me and time is surely no friend of mine,
It is scary to think I have become so Damn Blind.
I fear there will be nothing for me but this misery,
Nobody around but strangers, there will be no sympathy.
I see clearly in the reflections of me, my life is shattered,
Living the life the way I did, as if nothing mattered.
My soul has been bled out, leaving this shell of a man,
On my knees, I beg Please let me stay as long as I can.
Just a little longer, so I can do all of this over,
I will do it right and promise to forever be sober.
A child of the times, it was okay back in the day,
I am asking for forgiveness, what else can I say.
Soon my eyes will close, A long time since I've had rest,
Wondering if I'll see tomorrow, is this my final test.
Lord is all in your hands and I know you have plans,
Please I pray, give me that chance to be a better man.
I should have known that song, Tha's what was wrong.
tac
Live
A longing, a wishing
A yearning, a dream
A fear, a frustration
Tribulation, it would seem
This longing, this wishing
This yearning, this dream
Will make you courageous
It builds self-esteem
This fear, this frustration
Everything that is tough
Will test what you’re made of
When push comes to shove
Feel the pulse of life beating
It may quicken, even race
But it soon will lose its rhythm
If you have no goal to chase
Your fears should be confronted
Frustrations should be curbed
Be mad, be disappointed too
But do not remain disturbed
Keep wishing and keep dreaming
Chase all worries off the cliff
And let no stumble keep you down
Get right back up and live!
Wendy Nipas