Best Complaints Poems
Life's Complaints Department
Take it out on me.
That’s what I’m here for.
Make me work for it.
Make me feel it.
Your relationship is dead.
I want you to spit bile.
You hate your kids.
Let your tongue be your weapon.
The mortgage payment is overdue.
Show me that desperation.
You got some bad news.
Prove to me your diamond hard anger.
You’re having car problems.
I want to see blood rush to your head.
I am the concrete wall that absorbs the wreckage of your life.
I am your temporary enemy.
I am a sponge with a face.
I calmly roast in my own public hell.
Barely existing in my own numb regret.
Forsaken by my own fragile identity.
The sweat soaks through my shirt.
An accidental pain junky.
Ready for another fix.
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Categories:
complaints, abuse, anger, angst, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
I've often wondered who dealt with
fairy tale complaints. There seems to
be a lot of them among the fairy tale
acquaints.
Here are just a few suggestions I myself
if could, would make and maybe fairy Tale
land would be peaceful for heaven's sake.
Old Mother Hubbard had no bones in
her cupboard and her dog has no bone.
We could offer her Pease pudding and even
if it is nine days old, I am sure the dog would
be happy with the old crone.
Peter Peter Pumpkin eater, put his wife
in a shell, there he kept her very well.
There's no time to plead and pine nor
no time to wheedle, if she would kiss him
quick, he would be gone, and pop would go
that weasel.
Seesaw Margery Daw, Johnny got a new master
johnny only earned a penny a day because he
could work no faster. He should take lessons from
Peter Piper who could pick a peck of pickles and at
it became a master.
There was an old woman who lived in a house
exceedingly small, a man open his mouth and
swallowed woman, house and all. Maybe he should
of had some of the King's Blackbird pie and he could
have filled his tummy instead with a pie full of caw.
Categories:
complaints, appreciation, children, family, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
People never long complain
while falling in a plane.
Volodymyr Knyr
2016
Categories:
complaints, people,
Form:
Couplet
Get the light just right
The sun is blinding
First shot too bright
Let's try rewinding
In the shade
What a bore
"Is this the sherade
I'm paying for?"
Lighting is dim
Dial down the shutter
On a whim
Don't dare flutter
If you can be still
As can I
We can finish this deal
Before I cry
8 people cheesing
Sharp faces across the board
In the business of pleasing
Master this and I score
I lose light for this shot
I know you can't imagine
A job for a tot
With my little red wagon
The aperture skinny
To achieve this focus
Pay me a pretty penny
And I'll say hocus pocus
Quick! snap a solo
I want a blurred backdrop
Must change up the show
Widen my f stop
"What's taking so long,
Is this not your profession?
Are you doing it wrong
We paid for this session!"
Doctor... What's your name again
Do you have any tact
I have settings to tend
This is a balancing act
Have you seen my work
Did you not call to hire
Wipe off the smirk
Before your session expires
Categories:
complaints, jobs,
Form:
Free verse
He complained, complained, complained
All he ever did was complain
Then suddenly he got fired
What next then transpired
Was he wished, he could complain again
(Limerick...Sort of...We have all heard that person who complains about their job instead
of being grateful that they have a paying job that puts food on the table...So the thought
came to me about this one.)
Categories:
complaints, funny, history, imagination, nature,
Form:
Limerick
The souls of the Damned in Perdition
Oft complain of their hellish conditions.
“TV reception is bad,
There’s no WiFi to be had,
And there's talk of starting a petition!”
And added a lost soul named Hershel,
(Though some deemed this too controversial):
“Plus we demand a refund
For the Oprah reruns
And all the ’Hair Club for Men’ infomercials.”
Said the landlord, “Guys, I hear all your pleas.
You think brimstone and pitchforks are free?
Things are tough all around,
‘Specially here underground.
And you do get to stay here rent-free.”
Categories:
complaints, humor,
Form:
Limerick
When a woman respects a man , he turns her to be the queen of his life.
Quote by poet.
Complaints of majority attractive women
Are similar as usually left in the ways
After being played by some men
And always failed to understand the reasons.
When a kind man leave an attractive rich
Woman and marrying a simple woman can astonish
Some people who don't understand about
The best qualities majority men want
From women they plan to live long with.
Most attractive women quickly
Attract majority
Men but majority of them
Remain unmarried
Due to pride and
Bogus beliefs
In the minds and
Thoughts
which mislead them mostly.
Majority men are arrogants by nature
Same as majority attractive women
Reason why some men always wish
To be in long relationships with
Some attractive women and
End up marrying some women
Who don't real attract.
Later on they come back
To their attractive ex - girlfriends
And continue enjoying lives with them.
June 21st 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Categories:
complaints, emotions, men, truth, women,
Form:
Free verse
My eyes you conquered with the might of Alexander,
Puru I gladly became at that thunder.
My heart a plaything became at your hands,
Unconditionally surrendered I time thousands.
My lungs hyperactive emerged at your sight,
Panted I with delightful fright.
When you approached, my feet terribly trembled,
From limb-mind configuration, courage I assembled.
Your presence made me feel neuron-quake in my head
Producing dew-drops of perspiration in the forehead.
Sharp-tongued am I with the gift of the gab,
Alas! Your sovereign presence rendered me drab.
In my constitution, you caused an adrenaline rush
I think, I trod the path where angels fear to rush.
You took a toll on my veins and blood,
By making the red humour flow in streams of flood.
In Geography on chapter Egypt, you made my attention cursory,
Elective Maths became real elective, making you compulsory.
You made me forsake the empire in me and the books,
To be the Columbus of the empire within fine frame yours?
You made the atoms of my physique
Pathologically you-sick.
Categories:
complaints, me, me,
Form:
Verse
As far as I remember...
Even in the depth of my slumber....
I have not done any blatant blunder...
Then why I'm I made to suffer....I wonder...!
I acted with an honest heart...
Tearing all the vices apart...
I tried that no one was ever hurt...
Shunning all curses & words that are curt...!
But what have I received in return....
Only pain & travails of a peculiar pattern..
Squeezed by friends....distorted by kin....
Behind the apparent indifference,I am shattered within....!
O God....if you are truly there....
To survey that everything is fine & fair....
Let me ask although I'm a mere human being....
Just give me a reason for my suffering....!
Categories:
complaints, anger, sorrow,
Form:
Couplet
As everyday is different as i walk
the lands to me that are unknown.
I fear nothing but it kills me everyday
inside that i see this. My body
fills with anger to know that people
constantly complain about the little things
in life while i call this place home till i can escape.
i dont get to hear crickets at night and hear the
night air blow. I hear the helicopters fly above
dropping bombs to the unknown and shots
of bullets to those we are fighting for our sources.
As you get to stop and smell the roses and see
the beautiful sky when i smell blood, sweat and tears
from our enemies and my own brothers.
Dont be upset when you cant find the time to work
sleep into schedule because i dont even know what that is.
You complain that your hot and sweaty, feeling dirty. You
cant bare it anymore. while i live in my uniform that reprsents
the united states. The sun is unbearable here. Im soaked of sweat
as if i jumped into a pool. I wish i have because i havent took
a shower in days. Sometimes it a week.
When your food order isnt right think about me and feel
lucky that you have atleast something as sometimes
my stomach growls vicisously for something to scarf down.
When i return back to the states i can never complain another day
for what i use to before i witnessed the days that i did here.
Categories:
complaints, passion, war, me, me,
Form:
Blank verse
The Complaints Of Ducks
the city
filled in
the small
pond
in the middle
of my tiny
poem.
all the ducks
came to
my door
and complained
i am
simple
i agree
in the meekest
of language.
that they
have been
unhomed.
it is
my duty
they tell
me as a poet
to open
the door
of my
small poem
and let
them swim
in my bathtub.
i agree
it is tough
to be unhomed
there should
be plenty of room
in my weensy poem
for such
a small flock
of fluffy ducks.
the periods
are silent
because
they must know
something.
the ducks
fill up my
bathtub
as they quack
double sestina
to the pond
that has been
filled by those
unfeeling humans!
it is
hard to work
in such cacophony
such repetitive
quacking repetition
words
like floating wood
float to the surface
of my eye-ear
in spades.
often i type
my meager haikus
on my typewriter
with missing
chrome keys:
typewriter chrome keys flutter cure
clear water within pond flows pure
ducks like ink letters rise into line.
no
says my
inward-sparrow:
“that is an englyn milwr
not a haiku”
bless
you sparrow
i tried again:
typewriter keys clatter
rises like letters in moonlight
ducks swim on round poem.
Then the tiny bell
vibes
as my typewriter
comes to the margins
and quacking subsides.
The ducks come
to my study
and complain
that my typing
is quite distracting
to their
swimming.
The periods
can only chuckle
like crickets.
Categories:
complaints, adventure, angel, art,
Form:
Free verse
Our hands were restless
holding detectives brooms
with hope of sweeping storms
And our isolation have been exchange
with ecstasies
lurking around medallion of ease
to wind off doldrums from our feet.
Alas! Our ears had forgotten their fiendish
songs
& sundered our head from our neck;
plucking sad remix with tobaccos pipe.
Shall we forget this brooms
that swept our joy, & dust our dreams
into the turbulent zephyr?
Shall we cook the ears
that sold our head to affliction
in the pot of its unruliness?
Categories:
complaints, anger, dark, grief,
Form:
Elegy
When they keep roaming about
Know something is coming aloud
They will share a plate with thee for now
All for something that you can't see around
Once they gets hold of it, boom! they land
Much disbursement on franchise
Lot of buy buy to appease
Too much bank drafts in the street
But they accumulates back to the teeth
All for proper usage overseas
After ascending the throne,
They grew bones with horns
They become rulers with thorns
Control seats from home
Rotates the post with nepotism
Lot of godfathers settlement
Too many lavishing and merriment
Life overseas for enjoyment
Offspring no where at the moment
But are groomed for the movement
Empty treasury they complaint
Precursor have grind the nation
They have flown with the lot
But budgets is appreciating
Allowance never depreciating
Empowerment still rolling in
Little wonder if it's a journey of mandates
Why they find it difficult to locate the gate
If they can not really appreciate
Because the nation is not their mate
Whether stepping down would lead to hates
Since the masses have no right to the cake.
Categories:
complaints, 7th grade, 9th grade,
Form:
Free verse
There’s nobody except a saint
Who never utters a complaint
Though there are those who seem to thrive
On kvetching to keep them alive.
“The chair’s too low, the waiter’s rude
And do not ask about the food!
The light’s too dim, the doctor’s mean;
The bathroom’s never really clean…”
The list is endless for, of course,
Complaints can come from any source;
But sometimes I’d just like to hide
From people never satisfied.
They’d hang their heads in true defeat,
Their day not really quite complete,
If fault could not be quickly found
That they could broadcast all around.
The rest of us must bear the brunt
Of every moan or tsk or grunt;
But look at me – I’m not abstaining –
Carping ‘bout the ones complaining!
Categories:
complaints, people,
Form:
Rhyme
when i was a child,
i used to complain.
about so much noise in the house
caused by so many family members,
about the guests,
arriving after every couple of days..
and i considered it pain.
i complained about my friends.
who would call me
in d middle of nights, ,
n used to talk for hours.
they would finish all the balance,
and disturbed my sleep
which i didnt like at all
and i complained and weeped.
I didnt like my friends,
who guided me to different way..
which they considered right,
and i told them i wanted space by anyways
i prayed to god to finish all this, ,
and wished for lil more silence and space.
where i should be alone,
and no one to disturb.
and i considered it a bliss.
but when my wish came true,
all i was left with.
silence and darkness.
where i was left with nobody around me.
to love and caress.
i have balance,
but no one to talk for hours.
i have money,
but no one to spend with.
nobody is there
to fight with me,
to guide me
they have given me the so called ''space''
and i am left with nothing but
loneliness
i wish i get everything back again..
and now,
m complaining again!
now i wish
that things wouldnt have changed..
please somebody bring that old time back,
and i promise,
i wont complaint again!
Categories:
complaints, lifeme, me,
Form:
Rhyme