Frustration Poems
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.
......
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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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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Catastrophe
by Pooja Ganesh
I was only standing,
watching for the ball,
I was playing safe.
yet, she hurtled towards me,
her body moving out of control,
Bang! and a clac!
I was suddenly a rolling Neymar,
Panic rose,
Nausea and dizziness,
All the impending consequences
......
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?
......
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.
......
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.
......
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
......
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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ROLLING 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)