Best Complaining Poems
The pain is for real, the pain exists within
Yet others have exits within their reach
Do we practice what we preach?
The gap widens and deepens with each passing sun-set
Let's bridge the differences we have
Acknowledge that each is different on their own
Learn to be thankful, for one can't afford a place
Where their heads can rest
Come to the streets and see the pain within
A mother and her children sleep on the corridors of the shops
With the passing cold on their skin
They hug each other for family heat
Since we ignorant for what we have
We still find a way to complain things we can forgo
So before you fold your tongue, make sure your mouth is closed
Let your eyes see the pain and the struggles one goes through
Their despair can be heard by a keen ear
Only God knows their spiritual worries
God comforts them with love that the world can't give us
Before you complain show appreciation for the little you have
were you born that way--
complaining all of the time;
if not, stop it now
I tried to listen to her complaining
But I was too far from time remaining
Soon the train would be waiting
With time would be debating
Upon a cork that should be campaigning
November 22, 2019
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Sponsor: Beth Evans
People are always complaining it seems
About gas prices, taxes and everything.
Did you every stop to think it through~
Just how good life is for me and you?
Do you have a place to lay your head?
How can you gripe in that king-size bed?
Do you get too hot, or get too cold
In your house that is temperature controlled?
Has your stomach ever been so empty at night
That you would have been glad for just a bite.
How many times last week did you go out to eat?
Think about the hungry when you go to sleep.
Can you still afford to buy what you need?
To you give in to your kids when they plead?
Buying stuff you don’t need to live~
When to a good cause, you could give.
I think we all should just be glad.
That we have all that we have had.
We live our life in a land that is free.
Stop complaining about America to me.
Complain. Complain; COMPLAIN.
They do it for all to see in disdain.
Drama, Drama, Drama, DRAMA,
Take it all back to your Mama.
Complaining about their job,
They hate it; They hate co-workers.
Getting angry, beginning to Sob,
They are all slackers and lurkers.
They Hate job; They get No satisfaction.
No benefits I receive as a Worker.
No one Here that meets Classification,
Yes, even my Boss completely Quirkier.
Complain, Complain, Drama AGAIN.
They do it everyday, Such A Sin.
Drama, Drama, Complaining to All,
Running, Running, to get another Call,
Why, Why do they stay To Complain?
They do it to be Unhappy in Vain.
Drama of Life, Work, just to COMPLAIN,
Needing Turmoil, DRAMA, on Their Brain,
The beautiful Spring is here with barely time left remaining,
but mother nature has decided Spring is only good for raining.
The Summer is arriving and you won’t see me complaining,
this year I planted lilies and peonies I’ll be maintaining.
From my wonderful mother chartreuse hostas I’ll be obtaining
from the lovely garden in her yard; her nurture I’m gaining.
I shall nourish fresh veggies and continue great sustaining.
We’ve decided this year the old picnic table we’re staining,
and with our level and sand paper we will be surface paning
so that we may have family and friends over for entertaining.
In my Church I will be doing some Summer vocational training
to help the homeless and needy who are weak and waning.
Yes, it sounds like my Summer will be tiresome and draining…
but like I said before you won’t ever see me complaining.
May 22, 2018
Somewhere the sun's glowing,
And man's cursing the heat.
The parched wind is blowing,
Singeing the drying wheat.
And man swears in knowing...
Somewhere it is raining:
The gray galvanized sky
Has loosed a liquid burst.
God's water can held high
Has quenched the dust of thirst.
And still man's complaining.
We stay with flies
where water flows,
and floats every time.
When it begins to rain,
it's us to suffer
and the families of ours
who has no hope to be like you.
we sleep like dogs
near toilets and garbage,
and each day we continue to suffer
as if we are not human beings.
Our sons and daughters,
they have no access to education
and when they fell sick,
they have to die!
We have no money
to buy food and drugs,
and those who can try
they can't make it forever.
Who bewitched us?
We cry without help
though we are the first
to give you the votes.
Please just be kind to care about us.
Alright listen, when it comes to relationships and marriages
There are NO rules and do’s
There is a way to win, yet you choose the way to lose
For many years I have observed you so
You are eager to marry, yet quick to let go
Some women, some women are so immature
And so very often you’re insecure
If your man wants to relax and watch sports at his will
Then you need to go watch Netflix and chill
“That’s all you wanna do is play the game”
You want the man home, but you fuss and complain
It’s obvious he wants quiet time alone
Keep up with the foolishness and watch he be gone
If he was my man, at home he’ll stay
I’ll buy him 2 or 3 more games to play
Men are tired of hearing you fuss
They start to look at you with disgust
The bitterness, the jealousy, the lack of trust, the anger
The harsh words spoken often tend to linger
The nagging and bickering can become sickening
At times men are aggravating, oh believe you me
And there will definitely be times the both of you disagree
But you my friend at times, you tend to make it hard
Your negative way of thinking, you should totally disregard
Everything is not always a woman’s fault I must say
Men too can be the reason why the woman walks away
Relationships and marriages, babies and carriages
Life can suddenly turn into a mess
And leave you overwhelmed feeling much stress
You both have to stand the rain and whether the course
Or call it quits and get a divorce
And once it ends, you start another
With hidden wounds under the cover
“Till death do you part,” that means the rest of your life
Yall chose to get married and he made you the wife
So be each other's helpmate, support system and friend
Love will have its ups and downs, but true love will never end
Happiness is something only you two can choose
You walk the path of longevity and wear your own shoes
You write your own love story, there are no books to read
You, your mate and God is truly all you need
To the men - Don’t be so quick to look for love elsewhere, all you need is all at home. Be patient with her, your woman so loves you, learn to love her back.
To the women - CHILL
Can't complain
but I'm in pain.
Any way,
It won't
go away
right away.
Why complain?
Nobody
cares
People have their
own affairs.
No complaint
just embrace
with grace
like a Saint.
In the beginning
After what began and started out
as a bit of fun and the sheer love
and joy of it
With the simplest innocent of
motivations nothing else intended
Later it is then to becomes something
far more than a passing phase or hobby
You actually become both rich
and famous
So much so you become lost
drawn into the fame game trap
Surrounded by nodding yes men
sucking the very life from you only
out for what they can get
Until what started out as merely wanting
to be in a band and jam
Grew into wishing to be listened to
playing live and having fans singing
back along
And once that initial dream then
eventually became achieved
Why stop there next stop fame
and fortune
And when so to that dream as well
finally came to fruition
All they ever wanted then was no
longer to be heard
No longer to be popular for popularity
sake
People mostly say they like because they
do not want to be deemed uncool
But instead be thought of as an
artist able to experiment and
grow
Without the fear of faltering sale's
And being labeled by the critical
press
As being a sell out and being
told
Probably best they quit whilst they
are ahead
People are already beginning
to complain
Whatever they had is more or
less about gone
Bet they are only still doing it for the money
And besides apparently they have such
big ego's
They can't even stand to be in the
same room as each other anyway
No surprise is it any wonder why
their last album bombed
The printer isn’t working.
The faucet has a drip.
I can’t decide what clothes to pack
Before my coming trip.
I ordered something but it seems
There is no record of it.
The restaurant was awful but
I used to always love it.
My sneakers got my feet all wet
And so my socks were dripping.
My magazines are piled so high,
One bump and they’ll be tipping.
It’s gray outside to match my mood
But there’s a point to raining;
If only blossoms bloomed
As a result of my complaining!
It is hard to be a Flake
Melting under pressure
Turning to slush
Good for nothing
But to slip
Some one up
Grimy and gross
Ground under boots
Everyone treads on me just because I can't stand the heat!
The moon was full but now it's waning.
The sun is out yet it's steadily raining.
The devil's beating his wife but
she's not complaining.
Sorplaisitese was his name
he was moderatly poor
and happy. He had aweful luck
with woman. So he thought.
One day he meet one of his
former female freinds
and became wise
to plots against him.
He learned his family members
would corner his female freinds
and ask had he consamated there
relationship citing a faith that lead him
to beleive certain things.
This would
make spectical of him and cause
the woman to be whorish with him
and mean. Instead of being the
woman he needed due
to the meddling of strange and
unwanted questioning
it would cause strain in
there fragile condition.
Dumbfounded he absorded what
she said and made mention of
it to his father. Well his father
told him if ever this would happen again
he would try to help him
resolve the matter.