Best Complain Poems

Grown men today will always complain
About how much their paid a wage
When the same men in their lane are paid
At the same rate but dont say anyway....

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I am strong,
and I won't complain.
The light may shine,
blinding my eyes,
but no I won't complain.
Eternity and destiny,
are my right and left,
so no, I won't complain.
Till my last breath,
of paining vain,
I won't complain .
Why? 
Why won't I complain?
Agonize till unbearable,
and still,
why won't I complain?
Simplicity,
lies in the...

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Before you say any unkind word
Think of some one who can't speak.
Before yo complain about the taste of your food
Think of someone who has nothing to eat.
Before you complain about your husband or wife
Think of some one who is crying out to God for a...

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In my anger and self pity I wallow,
for the wrong done to me.
Unappreciated, taking for granted,
no entitlement of regard and respect given
and the list goes on.......
Oh the pain..... Woe is me!

As I turn from my belly onto my back and
face upward towards the vast blue...

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(* This I wrote after my previous poem "GODS QUESTIONS", as I felt that it was a more realistic and honest way in which we try to understand God... both poems express different sides of the story)


God could you please convey
what it was I heard...

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We Complain
By Franklin Price
7/16/2015

We complain about the President.
We complain about the Hill.
We complain about all government; 
I guess we always will.

There's a lot there to complain about
'cause it isn't mighty fine,
Now we have to ask the question;
did we make them toe the line?

Did we cast...

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up  in the sky
someone sit high
he is in control
that's the way it goes
he heal pain
makes it snow and rain
so
DON'T COMPLAIN...

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Quite often, I hear many complaints
When it comes to Godly “restraints.”

Often, things of God are
called “bigotry.”
AS much of this nation indulges
In idolatry!

God?   Well, “we just don’t
need him!”
”Why should anyone ever believe him?”

Many churches provide
very little Godly direction.
They’re more concerned about
“getting people’s attention.”

No wonder...

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To be. To feel.
To feel, to love,
To love. To rage,
To rage, to die
Like a good Romantic, or to sleep like this,
Ghosting about
Like a loose plastic bag
That flaps on a windy night
Under a sodium street lamp’s
Eerie all-submerging light.
O Shakespeare, pity us,
O Wilkes, O Pope,
O Voltaire, O...

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When Thy Chains Are Too Heavy, Do Not Complain 
           (read of thy sins and weep) 

When thy chains are too heavy, do not complain
for thy heart cried out for that slavish embrace.
Thou art in...

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Yikes, aside from mental
     health re: psychotherapy,
     which haint the worse
cyst phase of being
     objectionably being called "old man",
     this poem doth tack
     toward the...

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(The world’s fasted growth industry)

“While the shopkeeper
displays his wares,
for the whole world
to peruse!”

In infamous sway
behind the ostentation
lives the truth of his
draconian sweat!
The attestation of
wholesale systems
groveling in strategic
mayhem, created to
delegate accountability
to the lowest common
denominator!

© Harry J Horsman  1999...

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I don’t mind holding your hand
as we walk together down this lane.
I rather think the feeling’s grand
and I hope there won’t be any rain.
I have an umbrella with little catch
in case the weather becomes a pain
We’ll stay on the walk and be a match,
Whatever the...

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They complain in the morning because their night was a fright
They complain at noon because their school lunch was not right.
They complain to everyone who enters their sight
They complain and complain, long into the night.
 
At first these complainers are rather entertaining
They complain about their...

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Friday Night Check-ins


The days have been calm and collected.
The guests have been happy, content.
The weekday staff scurry out from the hotel
To avoid the upcoming event.

Weekend receptionists tremble
As the Friday night check-ins approach,
Fearing the tsunami of wrinklies
On their three-day excursions-by-coach.

The first vehicle’s brakes squeal their warning
As...

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