Best Frustrations Poems
As our patience wears thin
We encounter the Moment
Where our frustrations
Boil to the surface
That deep part of us
We choose not to reveal
Even to ourselves
Is the legend of nightmares
For what awaits us
When this dimension surfaces
Are bits and pieces of knowledge about who we are
That are too painful to see in the clear light of day
Better to be afflicted
With all manner of ache and pain
Than to see
A part of which we really are
This denial
Has an expiration date for all
Yet most wish to stay in denial
And passively wait for that date to transpire
Rather than actively confront truth
If only we could believe
Really believe
That by confronting and exposing these
Inner dimensions of ourselves
We are actually addressing the nightmare
Changing who we are
And eliminating that expiration date
From having any real meaning
Your aura packs rapt confusion -
it snap drags me with a cyclone’s aloof ~
Your spring perfume cloaks your stroked fall spoof
and your bright appeal conceals delusion -
yet, my eager seeks your smoked flair’s intrusion.
My climbing hope seeks a clue -
it examines gaps in your fickle climate ~
I attempt to riot your depths of private.
Your sky-air raises hints of midnight blue
to dance breezy-twirls on my need's point of view.
Intoxication steeps your vibrations -
flirt notes disguise your spirit’s tone ~
still my swollen need seeks burns in your cool zone.
Your essence boasts self-confident foundations
while my patina pales from riled frustrations.
and so it was that after a good run of
great sex & many lovers,
s/he came across a period of time unlike
any of her/his friends could come close to comparing,
a time of
frustrating
hiccup-fart
orgasms.
each time s/he was getting towards that final punch of that final round
rockin’ & a sockin’ like the robots themselves,
off went the gas pumps inside &
oh
the
embarrassment---
the kissing went ripe as the
hiccups blew in the face of the lover still trying to concentrate
(and dinner only a few minutes/hours ago, now cascading in a fine mist across the face) &
as if that wasn’t enough to drive a stake in any
romance of any satisfactory quality,
out came the blast from the other end
filling the scene with
custom methane &
sooner than later
(as if it was anticipated anymore by the other party),
the end result of
what coulda’ been,
shoulda’ been,
but clearly
wasn’t.
It's wrong to deny what your heart desires
If it's right, set your hormones on fire
No need to fight the temptation
Let out all of your sexual frustration
Don't hold back, let your imagination loose
Take your wild side for a cruise
If it is right for you at the moment
Don't be afraid to act on it
If he knows how to touch your body with care
Don't be afraid, relax, let him take you there
If it makes your body feel good
Let your body do exactly what it should
Let your hormones be your guide
Take your new vehicle on a test drive
Let your mind relax
Take it slow, let your insides climax
No need to stop or hesitate
Your body deserves to get laid
Ask yourself, how long has it been
Since your body has been caressed inch by inch
If it is feeling wrong, then you know it's right
Get some sexual healing, there are no red lights
Once he enters you, don't yell stop or no
Give him all green lights and let your juices flow
Once he gleans all of the sighs from you
Let your internal emotions wild and loose
Be selfish when it comes to your needs
For your body is what sex feeds
Don't be so quick to rush
Take your time, get more than enough
Love the night with every stroke of sex
Just make the night, one of your bests
Aching with such soreness, the thought
of touching glass longing to shatter in pieces
but uncertain as to how much force.
Strength of varying degrees to apply
and yet fearful of shattered glass,
brittle grains of sand and levels
of the unknown.
Grey dark clouds heavy laden with drops.
Looking to burst but just waters in motion,
waiting, titillating in jest almost laughing down.
Provoking a longing to reach up, to burst that bubble
to feel the coolness and freshness of relief.
Yet so far above, cannot reach
miles of the unknown.
A grain of sand between bones
grinding when dryness has set in.
So very painful like gallstones
excreted thru the wrong passage
no relief even death unquestioned,
a vital option to touch the unknown.
I give up
no
strike that
I Quit.
this is not happening
no matter what I do you--
that's just perfect
lets blame it all on me then shell we?
oh I need to calm down
I'm over reacting?
I'm not even raising my voice and I need to calm down
of Course because you are so---
no I'm not being mean
no this is not negotiable
I am not being mean
I can not handle stupid, oblivious,----
oh because I have learning issues I'm the one at fault?
that makes perfect since,
I just went up, and asked for them in the line at the super market did i?
umm...Mr. God sir can I have an ADHD apple and some anger issue socked berries?
Right
sit down,
be quiet,
don't do that,
Put the book away,
get off that tablet.
like I can really control it.
I'm not doing it on purpose
I do not wake up in the morning as say alright witch teacher can I piss off to day and what kid am I going to make cry?
hmm...lets see I pick Issac and Johnny-boy
Depression can't be seen, yet he follows me everywhere
You can't see him beating me down and taking away my strength
I feel it everyday, he makes me act up and brings me to tears
He laughs at me for my frustrations and failed suicide attempts
I was numb for so long, but I'm beginning to feel this
I just want to be normal without any mental illness
I'm tired of depression, Anxiety and bipolar, I just need a rest
At 17, I took an overdose of pills to try and stop my beating chest
I was traumatized from my childhood, and wanted to end the pain
I self-harmed daily to try and mend my pain
I got addicted to the feeling, I was labelled a freak, weirdo, and called much worse
Even though I didn't have a leg to stand on, I still tried to move my foot first
I started self-harming at 14, and hid it for 2 years so how could I be an attention seeker?
Does being open and honest about these feelings make me weaker?
People bring my name up thinking I don't hear
The thing is, they bring my name up, I just don't care
I'm tired of battling demons that can't be beat
Why is it if I attack depression it's me who bleeds?
Maybe I should have kept this to myself, maybe it was too deep to share
I survived my suicide attempts, so I guess someone or something needs me here
Depression can't be seen, yet he follows me everywhere
You can't see him beating me down and taking away my strength
I feel it everyday, he makes me act up and brings me to tears
He laughs at me for my frustrations and failed suicide attempts
Always something
Depression -
illnesses of one
kind or another
drill holes into
our happiness
The sky may be
clear or overcast
but either way
we have plenty to
worry about
Yet frustrations
melt way
for brief periods
we can experience
joy
The karmic wheel
may turn in
our direction
and bring us peace
So look beyond the setbacks
and the naysayers
Feel the rays of love
coming from the sun
which will shine upon you
in the end
Namaste!
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
Are we living in a dream world
Contrasting the real world
When we're small
We started dreaming
A dream world appeared suddenly
In front of the real world
Are we still living there
No,we aren't
Now even frustrations and mishaps we face
Still
We're full of hopes and expectations
We face,we fight,we wish and we pray
Writing poetry draws one within
allowing the inward self to demonstrate
all that's been down there deep and dark
making your light shine before its too late
Irritation is a descriptive word
one that we all seek to emulate
it tasks our mind to our extreme
pointing higher worthy to contemplate
Consider the classical violinist supreme
who has a true ever living ear
but the challenge of quality reproduction
making the fingers touch without fear
But these fingers have a mind of their own
which can stop any reproduction
no matter how the sound comes over
it all continued under construction
The frustrations of a poetic writer
causes irritation within the grey matter
but there's hope with a capital H
inspiration comes to get one on a starter
'Quote:
" I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within."
- Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880) French Novelist.
In half filled bowl
Goldfish circling and circling
Mouthing bubbles
Frustrations
By Charles G.P. Chard 2nd
Chevra Gavri Hanita Hazaka Abir Selek 2nd
Computers are a very needful thing,
In this day we live in,
Their programs and your thoughts do not agree,
Frustrations and anger set in,
It constantly will not do what you need done,
You feel like punching it out,
Why programs can’t be made simple and easy,
Relieving you from frustrations and anger,
Is there some program that will manage what you need done?
Can this program be found anywhere on the internet,
Frustration and aggravation,
Anger and hopelessness,
Who can help with such a complex task?
Giving hope and peace of mind,
Why do these computer complexities happen?
Does no one care that there are others like me?
Can no one solve the problem?
Up set, unrest,
Perplexity and non comprehension,
Fingernails sliding down a blackboard,
A piercing yet disturbing sound,
Skin crawls,
What can we do? what should we do?,
But live with hopelessness, in despair, frustrated and angry.
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...