Short Frustrations Poems
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One red bell pepper
In the flower pot, leaves gone
Holes bored in the fruit
No smoking gun by
Juice in a jar lid will drown
Many frustrations
The child lost
Wanders round
In the man of body
Without a growing understanding
Except the hand on gun
Loaded up with silent frustrations
Until the empty’s numb
Can't reach those cookies
at five... can't date till I'm twelve...
can't drive a car till
sixteen...can't buy a drink then...
Off to fight wars at eighteen...
Frustrations may get a long rope,
But there’s a tether we call hope
That puts despair in falling slope.
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Triolets | 03.11.05 |
Heart broken
from anger
exploded violently.
Tender touch
escaped emotions.
Flared empty
tears flow...
Help me please!
As hurt masks
frustrations want
for lovable understanding
My valiant efforts are pushed to vanity
When the expression of love and desire are forced to the surface,
I cannot begin to explain what I want from him
And he will never understand my frustrations.
From the frustrations of this day form peace
From the joy of this day form strength
From the struggles of this day form courage
From the beauties of this day form love
Richard Foster
"Things"
May seemingly
Get heavy in
What appears as life
For no one..
Burdens and
Frustrations which are
Stories of suffering
Appearing as This..
Lightness appearing
As heavy...
OFTIMES
Fig trees do not flower
our grapes die on the vine
olive harvests fail,and
frustrations will prevail-
Fine words just will not flow
'til we let the Spirit show,
again,high places to walk,
where,once more, we can grow
A Drunken Spider
There once was a huge golden-silk spider.
Bobby Joe ran to sit down beside her.
He threw some sticks at her web.
Her frustrations did not ebb.
So, he sprayed on a liquor elixir.
© August 4, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
eap-DISASTER
When disaster befalls a people;
In the midst of desperation
And the mountains of frustrations
With the mercy of divine intercession
By the kindness of neighbors restoration
Eap-Earthquake disaster in Haiti –January 2010
Crash.
Pounding.
I Hit Him,
Sinking nails in.
His Wails soar Louder.
My Frustrations Leave Me;
For now, I feel Less Alone.
Delightful Dirges always help...
But then my Mom Storms in, Hands on Hips.
"Bethani Dianne, turn that Piano Down!"
I delight when you pour yourself on me...
your love,
your problems,
your body,
your gifts,
your frustrations,
your life.
Now, thoughts of you are vapors that I absorb and drift into.
Reality grabs my chin and turns me around.
Salty tears escape.
Form:
Hiding away in our homes
‘cause that's what this virus demands
we’re keeping each other safe
by washing our faces & hands
swallowed up in emotion
frustrations come crashing at times
together, we will get through this
just keep praying that all will be fine
Flickered cigarette,
Angst you wish not to covet
Confounded expectations,
Gust of disappointments and frustrations.
Knew better not to ask,
Of that worn out stoic mask.
Weary eyes you don't need to hide,
Innate emotions few wouldn't mind.
Palate of my art
A blank page
So dark
The velvet blackness
Of naught
Caught my frustrations
So fraught
With turbid
Thought
To free oneself
Of constructed
Tort
To feel
My self
My pen
My thoughts
Express it
With self-colour
An Echo
To bounce
Upon
This page
Green Grass
Trials and tribulations
Life and its frustrations
The train awaits me at the station
Do I get on, or let it pass me by?
The grass isn’t always greener
Looking at those who’ve been there
What’s for them isn’t for me
Face life head on
Be who I want to be
I'd like to write a poem
that might
Describe my delights.
Share my sorrows.
Expand my expectations.
Defeat my demons.
Justify my joy.
Anchor my anger.
Free my frustrations.
Worship my womanliness.
Bestow my bounty.
Cherish my children.
Harness my hopes.
Love my lard.
Passerby echo the frustrations of the world
Under the bridge
Tall tales of courage
Outpours from angry souls
Yet the toughest of them all still hide
Under the bridge
Grass roots & neo-souls speak words
In the form of hyperboles
Leaving actions hidden like water
Under the bridge
These are not donations
But only my frustrations
From working all workstations
Yet no compensations
For Calais formations
From all my creations
Confrontations leads
To my deviations
Exclamations
In need a vacation
I feel vibrations
Cause my expectations
Is I meet expectations
Form:
Feelings are like the wind.
They come and go.
Stand tall like a mountain enjoy the warmth of summer.
Stand proud through the winter.
The clouds form from a nice day.
Building up stress, frustrations and anger that will release in thunder.
Meditate the drizzle to prevent the storm.
Form:
The bird chirping
My foot hurting
I heard a noise
Wish I had poise
Frustrations chronic
Will need some tonic
The internet goes haywire
Nervous led to perspire
Wishing for peace
Sending a gift to my niece
Praying for calm
Envisioning a palm
Wisdom so elusive
No excuses
With God in Heaven
These must be frustrations times
Full of much killing and crimes
Dead bodies and blood flowing
Up into heaven one day going.
Crying and tears fill each street
Maker deceased souls will meet
Free them from all sin and pain
With God in heaven now remain.
Jim Horn
I'm a tourist of my own world;
a tourist re-visiting the joys, pains,
celebrations, frustrations.....that I
had lived in my previous worlds.
The ruins and remains exist as memories
and feelings.
I silently create and destroy my worlds
without any one ever noticing - yes,
silent big-bangs....
Submit
Not to another
Neither to your inhibitions
Let them be cast like a coat in summer
Free the spirit
That resides within you
Thereby submitting to yourself
Through that
All frustration will release
Only at that time will joy arise
As euphoria becomes the reality for all