Short Dissatisfaction Poems
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When you've conquered all that money could offer
Do you retire to a schedule of pleasurable regularity
Or forever taste the dissatisfaction of everything
Disillusioned.
Growing frustration.
Deepening dissatisfaction.
No dreams. No direction.
Lost in all that's artificial.
Looking for clarity and meaning.
Separation, dissatisfaction, and suffering..
The separate-you belief
Is synonymous with
Dissatisfaction and suffering..
And with beliefs
Of separate future lives..
What
Was the seeker before
That identity arose..?
The story is that the seeker
Is a spontaneous arising
Which points to a
Dissatisfaction with
Separation. ??
Interpretation~
springs from
dissatisfaction with
appearance and
a wish to improve~
yet appearance is
already complete
without need
for further
Appearance~~
Arraign dissatisfaction with remorse,
the laws of strife seem evermore mundane!
While joy upon the other hand
does stake its claim ~
Upon the soil of faithful ban
against the fetished tool . . . . unmanned!
If desire be the causation of our action
Having roots in dissatisfaction
Requiring movement from here to there
Failing to see God everywhere
Know that we are enmeshed in delusion
Ego urge being the motivation
07-October-2020
It’s an issue when I say something,
but also when I don’t.
There’s a problem with when I eat,
but also when I don’t.
Someone always has something to say,
or looks to throw.
No-one looks at what they do,
just at what everyone else does.
Make her disappear. Take her away.
Feeling. Cold. Inside.
Invisible in here eyes, she sees not.
Nothing important is made clear.
Wishing…
Need that sweetness! Need a fix!
Give it back, it has been tainted.
Disregard. Disrespect. Dissatisfaction.
Form:
When the well runs dry
What do you do, abandon all hope
Or do the work to dig deeper?
It’s natural for the familiar and repeated
To grow stale
The dissatisfaction is how we grow.
Knock, knock the joke goes
But the real joke is nobody knows.
(12/7/25)
The voice of the flowers flowed along the greenery in the dell.
One who heard their whispers was a pixie named young Nell.
She understood their excitement, but the words she could not tell.
For some secrets are best kept away from the fey, even in the dell.
In the covert rendezvous of reality
My heart habs motionlessly.
Tranquilly, yet peace-less
In the very art of loneliness
I crave for a minstrel
Endowed with mastery of the timbrel
Cunningly curing the blisters of emotion
And poking my pox of dissatisfaction.
Form:
The sensation of contemplation leaves me shaken
Stirred and worried
I fumbled through my choices
Stumbled into annoyance and dissatisfaction
Is this why they drank it?
Should I go on until I get too f***ed up fall asleep while you talk about what I used to be like?
haiku/dissatisfaction
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
15 November 2014
put on your trousers
i do not like snails in bed
they are kerb-crawlers
combing my unkempt hair
unraveling years of not caring
my freedom knotted with reckless abandon
untangling each strand of dissatisfaction
cutting as curls fall away
each length a strand of injured time
January 30, 2023
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Obsessions about tomorrow indicate
that we cannot wait to know the future.
Obsessions with yesterday portray
dissatisfaction with today's reality.
Yesterday, whether pathetic or prophetic,
is a school and a tool, not a rival of today.
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Brian Strand
I made a secret shop today...
Drove to downtown Tampa Bay
We dined for free, or so they say
It's a lot of work for meager pay...
Timing the waiter's every action
While noting each tiny infraction
Caused me plenty of dissatisfaction
That will be my final interaction...
Incognito
constant reminder
the failure I am...
I can stand here and I
hear your ongoing demands...
your disappoints...
your total dissatisfaction
this realism-
your life you criticize...
back off!..
I've heard enough
my only disappoint met
is for you...
...I never was enough...
Contentment*
joyous, peaceful
sharing, giving, loving
gratefulness, humility; arrogance, bitterness
complaining, grumbling, hating
miserable, anxious
Dissatisfaction
*1Timothy 6:6 …Godliness with contentment is great gain.
June 12, 2019
Edited on August 18, 2021
Power of the word
Poetry gives one more dissatisfaction
than others, and keep only the best line.
The predisposition to lifelong gruffness;
to certain degree nothing but poetry counts.
It's silence more impressive than their voices,
loves a woman more than any on this world
tortures, sadder than others can be fatuous
He whom comes' with sin
Alternatively and without reason'
Corrupts' the absent
Person of his being, and
Neither does' his gratitude
Gain prosperity, It can only
Sprout envy
And dissatisfaction of
That trail which stridulates'
Through-out the annul'
Of-
Man and his generational
Quest to become insolent
This is man's last basting
GF
Oh, absent one, I miss you.
Darling, an empty place awaits you.
Thrushes chirp their dissatisfaction in the garden
As I doze with boredom.
I send my well wishes from a distance.
Oh, absent one, my digital phantom,
You're here when I call but not here.
I brush my hair with discontent;
I eat bitter, lonely meals to stay alive.
I send my love from a distance.
Poet that I am,
I live on dreams and breezes...
I love to live in peace
and in a state of happiness...
But ambiguous as I am,
I am happy and sad...
I harbor dissatisfaction
and anxiety...
I seek total bliss,
the kind that can never be found...
But that does not shake me,
because I am an ethereal creature,
I live on dreams and chimeras...
Never giving up...!
So stuck on fastidious thoughts, unable to make these lines rhyme;
it's like ice trapped between mountains cliffs waiting for spring...
can moodiness and dissatisfaction create the perfect poem?
For hours I tackle the unresponsive feeling that's too latent;
the language is languid, not flowing as smoothly as it should...
'till the rising of dawn words will sound lame and escape from my pen.
Believe me,
I don't want
to see tears in your eyes,
yet, in the rhythm of time,
in the poetry of fate, today,
you dwell in the world of pain.
You know?
Even today, I always think of you—
feelings express dissatisfaction.
How days—
I haven not found you in my thoughts?
When was the last meeting?
When were the final words spoken?
These desires—
in this land of unwanted desires today.