Unfulfillment Poems | Examples

The Masses

We lead lives of unfulfillment.
All for nothing, our time is spent.
We just live, from day to day,
To support the government.

We are born, and then we die,
No one ever stays.
Our lives are full of emptiness
In, oh, so many ways.

We behave in regular patterns,
Everyone acts the same.
We exist in a world-wide crowd
Where no one has a name.

We thrive on repetition,
We fit into a groove,
And still we do not know
Just what we need to prove.

Then, too, we think alike,
Our thoughts are from a mold.
And if the cast were broken,
We'd be standing in the cold.

We all have religion,
One thing that we own,
And even with this difference
We can never stand alone.

We plead for independence
Something we'll never get,
For in all our commonness
It’s a man we've never met.

Our lives will always be like this,
Although we do protest.
But if we were to change, 
We'd have nothing to leave the rest.

Abstain's Scion

As I wander across the arid dunes
Singing along, stringing along the ghastly glacial tunes
Sinking in the sands of debility
Saddled on a ride filled with sanguinity
Pondering, contemplating, despairing
Again, something is missing

Losing my touch as I bask in unfulfillment
Treasuring countless, meaningless sentiment
Albeit freedom-sworn, forever I am imprisoned
Locked behind those mourns of the damned
Days fly, and keep flying, freezing this ever old tale
The pained, unchanging currents never stopped, my heart too shall never settle

The nightly howls never halted, my eyes open unendingly

Clicks

Compulsions to create governed by fear and perpetual query,
Where affirmations are fossil fuels, scarce and costly.
Approval? Qualified? I Dangle upside-down, tethered to a rope questions.
Hovering over a pit of acceptance with a bloated cranium.

A pause in their scroll…
The press of a gesture nibbles away the rejuvenating thread.
How can a dozen feel worse than none? 
These little thumbs, those filled-in hearts, these perverted numbers.

The lack of something accumulates, forming a dam even beavers would envy.
 Obstructing a river of creative juices that quench the thirst of unfulfillment.
To overcome, to not care. These two rarely coexist.
Perhaps shifting the care could break the levy.
Not what they think, but I, and what laser could separate the two?

The strategy brings hope to a mind battered by rejection.
That’s right, Destroyer of Motives! Disguiser of Truths!
I will get up and press that power button, double-click that software, and create.
Not for whoever they are, but for me.
So, blast the damns and let it flow!

Who knows, maybe they like it..

In the palm of the universe, only the mad ones dare to tread

In the palm of the universe, only the mad ones dare to tread,
Mad to live, to speak, to be saved from the relentless currents of time,
Craving everything at once, like a blazing sun at its zenith,
They never yawn, nor utter the mundane, but burn with the brilliance of fallen stars,
Like fabulous yellow roman candles bursting into webs among the stars,
Their light dances upon the walls of my soul, weaving dreams I can never touch,
While sandcastles rise in my wandering mind, without foundations to hold them.
Marble staircases and crystal chandeliers waltz in the echoes of forgotten dreams,
Through the labyrinth of unwritten memories, I roam, lost and searching,
Unaware of the source of this sweet poison that floods my senses,
Oh cruel universe, why do you show me only shadows of happiness?
Let me glimpse the light that dances, yet remains untouched by any hand,
In the merciless universe, why reveal mere shadows of joy,
When my prayer is an echo of unfulfillment, a melody without end,
That is lost in the infinity of the universe, untouched and unheard by anyone.

The New Me

I lived  life,
Of unfulfillment,
Controlled by people's thoughts.

A life that pleases everyone and suits the world
Everyone controlled me
I had no choice of mine
I lived like a programmed robot.

Until now,
I regain my stance 
To have a voice
To be different
Never a follower
Just being unique,
This is the new me.

Love Thyself

I’ve been given a gift 
The ultimate gift 
Correction 
One of the ultimate gifts 
A way to undo 
A way to redo 
A way to rewrite 
A way to reject spite 
A way to free myself 
From suffocation 
Mediocrity 
Unfulfillment 
Disillusionment
Fear 
And it was simple 
Far simpler than imagined 
I found who was to blame 
Who was the tormentor 
But it was the same reflection 
As the protector 
It was always me 
Me as my worst enemy 
Me as my best friend 
So the choice was made 
The choice to undo the damage 
To love 
First and foremost 
Myself

The Blue Dot Never Came

Snapchat 
Blue Dot
Message from you
Heart beats fast
Anticipation 
What are you contacting me after so long
The moment you've waited for
Now you dread, why are you waiting
Open it
I miss you
I love you
It should be us
You should be here with me
We'd be having a hell of a time
I'm making myself busy finding other passions because you are not here
I'd be making love 
I'd feel safe
I long for your touch
I want to bury my head in your chest and smell you
Only unfulfillment here
You've been waiting for this
Months for this
Pour your heart out
tell her all the lovely thoughts
regarding her
tell her what you need her to hear the most
I love you too
Typed and typed 
heart and soul exploded into 
digital text
then
waited 
weeks 
now months
But........
The blue dot never came

Listlessness

Missing wind-up key
lethargic symphony 
doll missing its dream

How do I break out
of this maddening nightmare
my unfulfillment

Branches in the road
which path leads to my passions
Fairy-tale Journey 

Life's uncertainty 
energy deficiency 
path blocked before me

Where am I going?
fog encases around me
Possibilities

Manifestations
the apparitions discuss
the game of my fears

Fighting listlessness 
penetrating light calling
to keep on going

Charades

I had wanted to be good
But was short lived by the inevitable
I had wanted to fulfil plans 
But was engrossed with the joy of unfulfillment;
And was caught up with the deadly messenger.
I had wanted to be give you all your desires
Giving you hopes on unrealistic things
Might be that's the only way you could learn
But the fearless messenger didn't allow it.
I had wanted to change the world for good 
Giving them the lies they deserve
To help then rethink
But this stupid fellow didn't allow me
Cos all I was doing were in charades.

The Eternal Battle

you claim I'm over emotional
when my heart is in distress
telling me I'm irrational
adds to my pain and stress
             I should find comfort
             in your arms
             not amplified hurt
             and added harms
you try to change my identity
and completely renovate my core
pushing your masculinity
on a soul it wasn't meant for
             I am a feminine creature
             sensual and passionate
             softness is my best feature
             I'm sensitive and compassionate
so tired of being deprived
of true love and acceptance
this unfulfillment derived
from your utter ignorance
             cherish my femininity
             we balance each other out
             I cherish your masculinity
             isn't that what love's about?

Quote Me Not

Am almost tempted to change the quote
"AS LIFE GETS EASIER, HAPPINESS GETS HARDER"
              To
"As life gets easier, happiness gets easier...and vice versa"
But i cant
I won't 
Am not supposed too

So i guess i have to view things differently here
Or maybe in a another perspective
I need to open the window and look beyond the cars, and the computers, and the frozen easy meals...
And examine the sadness and the pain
Of having life so easy
The long drives to work, the repetition, the boredom, the unfulfillment..
The hand and neck injuries from the technologies we love

The busy lives
The systems
The speedy life

It can be easy to be unhappy

Words Are Not Enough

Words are not enough,
Alphabets strung in uncertainty,
Speech slurred in disbelief,
Love endlessly professed,
Lacking in action or substance,
Intentions of the heart,
Inexpressible by vocabulary,
Pledges frustrated by timelines,
Lofty dreams built with bricks of vapour,
Visions written on sand,
Children of promise orphaned by unfulfillment,
In foster care of compromise,
Doubt takes up tenancy,
Sin, its landlord.

Grace grants clemency,
Faith offers a new lease,
Adopted by rectitude,
Shut doors avert imminent destruction,
Redirecting the path to destiny,
Visions conceptualized begin to materialize,
Pipe dreams turn reality,
Old debts reconciled,
The hearts intent,
Superseded by divine counsel,
Love endures its rule,
Substantiated by fidelity,
After all said and undone,
Words alone are not enough.

I

I am the tears....the unbearable pain ;
I am the freak that is called insane...
I am anarchy....hopelessness...
I am the seat of all rotten mess !
I am the feeble dying breath...
O yeah,I am the ugly face of death !
I am fear, I am vice...
A bundle I am of loss & lies...
I am failure...I am despair....
I am unfulfillment...beyond repair;
I am the sourness...I am ****...
I am ignominy....this is it...!
I am the ashes...I am the ruins...
I am sorrow....yes,I am the sins !
I am the cloud of darkness menacing....
& yet they say I am the supreme being...!

Dragons Monsters Daemons Ghosts

Dragons, Monsters, Daemons, Ghosts.

OH ! to be the slayer of your world, of Dragons,
to be allowed, to be able to extinguish the fires,
the fires that light the way for the Monsters, the Daemons,
the Ghosts that haunt, who’s claws hold back all that could be.

Could this ethereal world I envision, be an illusion?,
A figment of my imagination?, a perception blinded by,
unfulfillment of a dream, a desire, a need for more?
Do these apparitions?, these mythical images?, legendary
phantoms of the mind come on wings of doubt?

Walking on clouds seems to be what I do.
Rays of Sunshine dissipate, melt away my path.
I am left floating on the winds of uncertainty.
Carried away on the wings of fear?, indifference?

B. J. “A” 2
November 13th 2006

To War, To Death

With heavy heart I take my leave of her.
My loves’ desperate screams pierce the still morn.
To war I go and must not look back for fear of faltering.
A duty to perform, a faceless enemy awaits.

Like a young herd of cattle comrades huddle together.
Seventeen and ashen faced their terror swells within.
In my hand a cherished picture firmly clasped.
There will be a time to let go, but it is not in this moment.

The dust and smoke erupts on landing.
My heart, racing so ferociously, might leap from my chest
My weapon of slaughter cocked menacingly
I run blind into this frenzy of hate.

The executed collapse around me
A steady tide of innocent blood saturates my leaden boots.
A searing pain rips through my wearied body
I surrender myself to the inevitable darkness.

My spirit is extinguished now
A crushing sense of unfulfillment envelopes me
My love awaits an impossible reunion
My fingers unfurl, memories to dust.

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