Best Complain Poems

Days pass into the weak, loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath Van Gogh’s brush, as he links.
Comet light passes twisting cypresses, a schizophrenic’s...

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Through the years they worked their spells
     From drawers and cupboards, taking things
       That through...

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Someone who knows
Said You were an old ancient Tree,
But at the time, it didn’t really matter, 
Or seem important to me.
I knew You only for...

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The Voice…

On a dark night that was darker than my pain,
     nothing was there for me except to complain.
I hid myself...

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Playground…

Playground…
I am making decisions every morning,
None of them comes along with any warning.
To go right or to go left, which one is right?
Living in darkness...

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Oh I love the sound of the rain
   a softly spoken spiraling sustain,
marathon runners against the grain
   all soon lost within...

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~Yes, I Know I Won't Be Here Forever~



       Sometimes, I just don't realize,
      ...

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A lilac endeavor
of promised importance
came strolling along
on a path in the sun
Its fragrance unfurling
this side of September
when springtime was singing
for winter was done
With meadowlarks chatting
in...

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I wrote a letter to God and I had to ask why,
He allowed so much suffering and little people had to die?
One’s that had never...

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Days pass into the weakest of loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath the colored brush of Van Gogh. He links.
Comets trail snowfields of...

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The Life Is …

The Life Is …
When I was young, there was no pain,
The only pain was to complain.
When I was young, I did not...

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My Parting Gifts…

Goodbye, my son, my only king.
You are my love, your name I sing. 
My wish was more to be with you,
to be with...

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howling black wolves complain to new moon,
of devastation wrought by creatures!
different from rest in size and shape,
walk on two legs, strange hairless features!

in packs behind...

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Diamonds

We all have so many diamonds that we own,
but we think of them as glass or bits of stone.
We often sell them as cheap pieces...

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You don’t know me…
You don’t know my past…
If you did would you 
judge me for my pain so vast? 

Did you hear about 
that one...

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