Frustration Poems
paper cranes
by Kris Reynolds
The cranes are all I have, my constant companions
I can’t stop folding them, even my hand is
Shaking at the thought of being abandoned.
My Eve was repeating and it made me feel sick
I was doing this on purpose, all for some kick?
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The weeping olive trees
by Lynda Grine
This heart
So heavy
How I wish
To carry their grief,
These eyes
So teary
How I long
To see them find joy again,
These hands
So empty
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"The door that never opens."
by Dylan Wu Rong
As I stand still today,
shoulders down, knees hurting,
a look at my knuckles have me begging-
begging myself to stop.
The years have passed-
the decades worth of longing only draining,
every other night, slumber is a dream,
the early morning a hazy state.
Mind in dimensions of confusion and agony,
with answers of never asked questions,
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A Tuesday Evening Show
by Hope Norton
There are heavy chains clinging to my body at all times.
They tape me onto a stage where i stand
to perform.
As one of them:
the background requisites.
I am solely somebody’s doll
that will wince, but only quietly,
when you pull out one of her hairs.
And I‘ll make sure to keep my porcelain face
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Customer Service
by Victoria Brown
Your call is very important to us.
Please hold while we connect you to the next available agent.
The hold music buzzes in my ears.
The poor attempt at soft jazz,
the wretched sounds of clarinet worming their way into my brain.
All of our agents are busy at this time.
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"The door that never opens."
by Dylan Wu Rong
As I stand still today,
shoulders down, knees hurting,
a look at my knuckles have me begging-
begging myself to stop.
The years have passed-
the decades worth of longing only draining,
every other night, slumber is a dream,
the early morning a hazy state.
Mind in dimensions of confusion and agony,
with answers of never asked questions,
......
blue flame
by Mishka M
a blue flame flickers in the dark,
so small, so cold, it leaves no mark.
it burns with nothing but a hollow ache,
like a wish i never got to make.
the fire dances, but it's far from free—
it's trapped in something no one can see.
its light is sharp, but never warm,
a quiet scream, a quiet storm.
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life of a 14 year old.
by genesis riddle
its 1:47 in the morning.
i cant sleep.
i have no emotion, yet im overly stressed
i keep zoning out
letters are moving, the walls are shrinking
i feel like i cant get out of bed, but i can
my head doesnt hurt but its still pounding
i cant stop biting the skin around my nails
my heart hurts, it feels as if my chest were being punched.
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The weeping olive trees
by Lynda Grine
This heart
So heavy
How I wish
To carry their grief,
These eyes
So teary
How I long
To see them find joy again,
These hands
So empty
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Roiling Hints
by Neelamani Sutar
I have poured the the melody of joy on the burnt bamboo flute.
Behind touching the peak of emptiness;
I met the desolate heart.
Pomegranate plant is full of green on canopy
Ripe fruits blood red juice inside ,
a different image intense reddish retina!
In the desert of waiting, in the air of neglect
turning her face,
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Sri Chinmoy Ghose (1 poems about Frustration)
27 August 1931 – 11 October 2007 / Shakpura, Chittagong / Bangladesh (British Era)