Unfulfilling Poems | Examples

A broken chain or A cursed covenant

A court-ordered fist full of responsibility.
An anonymous man, unraveling beneath the weight of his own faulty circuitry.

Infidelity sparked a chain of conformity—one so unfortunate, it defied precedent.

His kin, stripped of their once-rooted masculinity, wandered into an unfulfilling life.
When faced with strange anger, they clung to a mask—gleaming with false superiority.

Only a fool’s bargain could birth such a belief:
That fatherhood was never his choice,
But a manipulative ploy by a siren
Intent on masking her own deceit.

Though her intentions seemed dubious,
He clung to his delusions.
He chose alliance with a malicious visage—
A portrait of discontent and whispered wishes.

He refused to relent.
But in doing so,
He became consumed.
Exhausted by the very aftermath
Of the rattled child
He once claimed to care for.

The Last Memory

I sit to ponder on my life and death,
knowing one day my memories will end.
As I approach my last days I don't want yesterday,
to be more important than tomorrow.
I don't want to relive the shades and shadows,
   of what has passed.

How sad that would be, how empty that would be.
The temptation to do so is there, it's easy to believe,
   I have lived enough,
and spend the last years of life resting and reflecting.

It's unfulfilling and has no sense of accomplishment.
So I'll march on, one slow step after another,
my face in the wind, my eyes facing forward,
until my final memory is my last breath.

Life For the Aged

Life for the Aged

Old age comes with an eighteen wheeler’s load of hurt.
Old age comes with the rest of life, permeated with pain.

Old age comes with loads of memories, experiences missed.
Old age comes with loads of memories, experiences to relish.

Old age becomes moments for reminiscing, looking back into the past.
Old age becomes the catalyst that brings one to memories that once were.

Old age becomes the walls that block one from experiences, no longer able to be.
Old age becomes the barrier that prevents many from living the life they once did.

Old age becomes the obstacle to journeys, to adventures once prolifically brought light.
Old age becomes the impediment that has brought life to these very unfulfilling moments.
B. J. “A ” 2
October 12th, 2022

Cognitive Dissonance

Mind, the architect of life’s structure,
obeys what is learnt as the art of living.
Heart, the carrier of nonlinear abstract intellect,
breathes emotive truth in the framework of being.

If the diktat of mind is not pursued,
life is sucked into the whirlpool of chaos,
and not listening to the subtle urge of heart,
life turns into an unfulfilling objectified entity.

Intangible confrontation with either this or that,
designs the dubious dilemma of option,
for lack of equanimity valuing one over the other
causes the onset of neurotic inner conflict.

The foreseeable forks in life’s pathway tests
if judgment and wisdom falter in internal strife.
The rational balance of mind and heart
finds psychic route out of cognitive dissonance.

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August 18, 2022
Contest : Inner Conflict
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker

Eagle Impression

In days, when I was in twenties, I thought, 
Looking at an eagle made my blood clot; 
A crude-looking rude being that could kill,
A chick and feel this act as just chill-pill...! 

Scavenger bird; I learned in my school; 
Flies, though frightening, very calm and cool! 
Strong; fearless; adhesive; sharp in vision,
Never leaves unfulfilling its mission...!  

Sign of courage and immortality,
Unerring vigor and vitality;
Doesn't their intermittent extinction,
Expose, O, lo! Nature’s ruination...?


21 July 2022

Conquered and Departed

You came you conquered, tearing foundations from the ground up. Up went fictitious buildings with hollow fronts easily to be exploited again. The time it took to accept what was, what could have been was just another ended love story. It wasn’t enough to rekindle flames. Wasn’t enough to build a better story with closing chapters and opening narratives. 
Our intentions remained impure, tainted with lust and distrust. Never willing to just focus on us… 
Giving and giving but yet still unfulfilling..
As walls torn down and heart surrounded by stonewalls.. 
Conquered .. As you departed…

A Sonata By Moonlight

Dancing in the moonlight
Fanciful figures appear in the mist
With flowing white gowns
And a crown of pink lilacs exist

Love conquers the coldest of hearts
Turns men into little boys
As peaceful as a sonata by moonlight
In its tenderness we all rejoice

True love is really beyond description
It can't be expressed in words
This feeling down in the pit of our being
It's the sweetest poem ever heard

Without love to help see us through
Life would be unfulfilling
Darkness would settle deep in our souls
So make sure love has top billing

Complication

Complication


I felt the suction as you pulled back
The room fell silent, stale
Breath hung in my throat
Clung like smoke 
Each swallow a tightening rope
A little less hope
You were already
Gone.
Gone before I let go.
Hollow visages of you seemingly displaced
Subtle trace
Of simple coexistence occurring
Conveniently paced
Heart suddenly pounding
Rush of blood in my ears
Memories of tribulation and of very little try
And yet the prickling, tickling up my spine
Because you’ll never quite be 
Gone.
Will you?
Always at the back of my mind
The failure, fears
Haunting, never-meant lines 
“You’re the worst.” “This is It.”
Words better left unsaid
Some never read
But what matters most to you is
Who said it best?
Unwed and unwilling.
No commitment except to
Ever-increasing resentments unfulfilling…
Feel less to be fearless
But try nonetheless
To replace the dread of
Darkness that looms.
Stifling fumes,
Burning beds,
And heavy, heavy heads
Lifted to peer at
Starless depths
Gone.
Too soon.
It’s unfair how the darkest and emptiest 
Of rooms
Seem to be the loudest.

Love Or Lust

Love 
Passionate, romantic 
Pining, enduring, pleasing 
Sweetheart, fiancée, pick-up, convenience 
Uncaring, unsatisfying, unfulfilling 
Quick, disastrous      
Lust


written April 26, 2021

Roses of Agony

I am being told to let go
By almost everyone I know
Release, let it out, let it be
Plunge into passivity
 
While I cling to bitter beauty
My bruises bloom a thorny tree
Guarding roses of agony

This pain is mine, it belongs to me
My torment is my blood, it breathes
with every breath, it beats with my heartbeats
Within my tears, it weeps
It shrieks, uncoiled, beneath my skin
Where the sin of suffering begins

It is my fertile fury, my hellish choir
My savage soul, my cathartic fire

It is large and lush and livid
Conquering and vivid

It is too precious, too valuable, to trade away or wallow
in trinkets, or flimsy platitudes, or empty cliches, or hollow
promises of unfulfilling fortresses to follow

Their learned words I dare spurn
For to recover, I must burn

So I will keep it, for I know its worth, 
even if their unsolicited, unwarranted, intrusive,
Questioning and questionable, inconclusive
Unadvised advisors do not grant it girth

It is here I find
What I want most
Where rage of kindness blinds
My grieving ghosts.

06/06/20

Entered in 'N/A Rerun 7'
1st Place

Unfulfilling Love

Dormant desires within derelict deserts’
Winds whispering of your selective stealth
Frozen fingers that chill the empty spaces
Longing for you a pacifier of thickened thorns
Discombobulation drives the day
Your mendacious love marooned on dusty dunes
Secluded silhouettes stranded
Mystifying mirages migrating
Only sacrificial shadows scream
Where your love mutates into a holographic hollow
Desolation within a Venus vacuum
An anemic vampire
Erotic deceptions dominate deflecting desires
Eruptive emotions have no place to tread
For your unfulfilling love, a puff of smoke
In a hellion hole.





Sept.10.2019
Sometimes love is not enough
Sponsored by: Silent One

Placed 2'nd & POTD...Thank You

Perennial

The Perennial Tradition

Beliefs
Stand shattered
By those searching
To quench desires on  
Unfulfilling old paths..

There is a path..however 
Older than old and
New as the present moment
Which stands ready
For our recognition..

Recognized it appears
As no path at all
This is the Recognition of
Sages and searchers
Startled to find they were
Already that for which
We all search...

Summer Fest

Vacation
Beach. Jet skis.
Playing. Swimming. Skiing.
Relaxed, restful, stressful, tense.
Working, bill-paying, boring
Time-stealing, unfulfilling
Work

My Pain Is Mine

I am being told to let go
By almost everyone I know
Release, let it out, let it be
Plunge into passivity
 
While I howl to bitter beauty
My bruises bloom a thorny tree
Guarding roses of agony

My pain is mine, it belongs to me
This torment is my blood, it breathes
with every breath, it beats with my heartbeats
Within my tears, it weeps
It shrieks, uncoiled, beneath my skin
Where the sin of suffering begins

It is my fertile fury, my hellish choir
My savage soul, my cathartic fire

It is large and lush and livid
Conquering and vivid

It is too precious, too valuable, to trade away or wallow
in trinkets, or flimsy platitudes, or empty cliches, or hollow
promises of unfulfilling fortresses to follow

Their learned words I dare spurn
For to recover, I must burn

So I will keep this, for I know its worth, 
even if their unsolicited, unwarranted, intrusive,
Questioning and questionable, inconclusive
Unadvised advisors do not grant it girth

It is in my pain I find
What I wish most
Where rage of kindness blinds
My grieving ghosts.

5/20/18

Apart

Sadness has taken me..
My love has not
My love on the verge of unfulfilling moments
These moments in life has taken us apart
Was once endearing 
Was once joyful
We both walked a path of fulfillment and gratification
Along with laughter as medicine
To heal and soothe one's soul
Feeling much fortune
We have been blessed with one another
Whole heartedly
What has transpired?
I shall never understand
A love so strong 
So solid
Had turned into ashes and rubble
My love is on the verge of walking  
Walking a path of separateness..
Painfully unknown to me
Never shall I understand
How a love for another can turn into just grains of sand..
Simply vanishing into thin air
Becoming non existent..
Grains of sand are so vast
So astronomical
So endless
So unlimited
Perhaps love for another shall not vanish
Shall not become non existent
Perhaps love for another
Shall represent grains of sand
Which is never ending and always unlimited..

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