Best Complaint Poems

You may wonder why I went after Eve.
Let’s face it: That was a big mistake.
At nun-time, attuned to the earth,
paradise on earth was mine…still I wanted more. 
So, I pulled myself up, joined with Re, and got heaven, too.

That should have done it: got creative,...

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I bring life and light,
and still get blamed for the mud—
May steals all my praise.

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A FULANI GIRL’S COMPLAINT


I carried water. I did all the house cores. I drove and bred the cattle one and alone, singing songs, running and climbing mountains. I milked, sold milk and bought you silk. I ground the corn and cooked your meals. I woke...

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We walk in the rays of soft sunshine
That glow in the arms of love;
And never appreciate the blessings
God showers on us from above.
For I am feeling as I count them 
That we have more than we need;
And all we don't have are the angels
To bring...

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Stop resenting me
For the way I shop
The things I do 
To make sure 
My  food is fresh

I confess I feel blueberries
In my fingers
To make sure they are firm
Not too ripe

I confess I shake 
Cans of spaghetti and ravioli
So that I know 
The sauce is...

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Why am I a love-sick, dead-broke loser
in love with a rich and affluent girl?
A poor, unwise fool, why did I choose her?
(I can't afford such a lovely, rich Pearl!)
I wish I were a prince, handsome and rich,
youthful and full of promise and prospects
(for her): but...

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I don’t know how I should speak of you.	
Love of my life, my soul’s companion soul, 
A breath and heartbeat indispensable as mine,
Yin to my yang and, too, contrariwise,
Keystone to my arch, and cornerstone--

Because I cannot look into your eyes,
Love, you cannot see me keen,...

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Your long term plans, I have not seen ‘em.  
And all those love vows, you don't mean ‘em.  
You have only got eyes 
for my long limber thighs, 
and that small bit that lies between ‘em.  


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Fundamentalists have misinterpreted the wise men,
Magnified them and blown up their faith in god,
Claim that the magi had an epiphany, heard from above,
In searching for, analysing and interpreting the nexus odd.

So what’s the real story of the wise men,
Because it’s they who had societal eyes,
They...

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The Rhine Salmon Complaint, Translation of Etiemble’s Complainte d’un salmon du Rhin

						For Yvon Belaval
(A lilting musical poem of varying line length in quatrains with a refrain and much internal
 rhyming; end-rhyme scheme: alternate rhymes in succession: abab or in aabb and abba…)

   The...

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Doctors getting exposed like popes,
Caught pulling the rope a dope,
Falling down the entropic slope,
No integrity - can't cope,
Seats of power to dethrone,
Why don't y'all extradite your own?
If ya catch a sleeper near ya,
Take that tommy peeper,
To the nearest theatre,
And expose that creature,
Its the latest greatest...

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The Gift, Then The Complaint


Gladly if only, I had nothing to say,
I could just murmur and walk far away
Instead I write to spend my new day
doing so with no acclaim and no pay!

This life can be so mysterious indeed
first you may refuse to stop or...

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To whom it may concern


This is a letter of complaint
See I was told I could be whatever I want
Without any trials or restraint, 
But why do I feel so deceived
When the world says that I'm free
And so I dress to my liking
Only to find eyes...

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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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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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