Best Complaints Poems

Sunday morning coffee
attracted to this screen
soupland is my toffee
my java needs no cream

Where we all chew on our pencil's
our pen's no longer quill's
we hack this...

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Of The Life, The Great Loss, The Solemn Plea

Across the cold chasm of that great divide
were flung the salty tears I could not hide
and epic...

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Eileen was born 80 1/2 years ago
on the first day of winter on the ground a bit of snow
with a twinkle in her eyes and...

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I salute you oh mighty time:

My best friend,

My worst foe 

For

To live without you is simply

Impossible!



Throughout my existence

I have, unsuccessfully, struggled to accept

Whatever you brought...

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Not all poets are kindred souls
That theory is full of holes
For a few, poetry extols
Different goals    Different goals

Words guided by what's in...

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I love to watch a farm awaken in the early spring,
Especially as the birds in the forest happily sing, 
The farm knows how to be...

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Quote : “In our quest for the answers of life we tend to make order out of chaos, and chaos out of order.” – Jeffrey...

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In the office, he smiles so charmingly.
Saying and doing all the right things,
he puts all his female patients completely at ease.
Even the women hard to...

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Entering the dark side of a moonbeam is always very risky
since the cold and howling bitterness of the night escapes,
as a moaning, devilish agony of...

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I'm an Ultra Quiet with a whir
Frigidaire 24” Built-In White Dishwasher
Energy saver 
With hot and cold stir
Oh yes they do make a dishwasher

I’m getting so...

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I can't bear it anymore..
Waiting for people to arrive
Expecting the world to tend to me
Hoping the world will just fall into my hands
Continuing my laziness...

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A female tongue pushes me down from the swing of sleep.
Rain kids rouse the stink of railway track in the dawn.
A long chain of complaints...

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Entering the Dark Side of a Moonbeam
 
Entering the dark side of a moonbeam is always very risky
since the cold and howling bitterness of the...

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God sees the poor in spirit* groaning in pain
Languishing in fleshly miseries where they’re slain
Being ruled by discouragement that’s vain
While hoping for His miracle to...

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In the intermediate zone between heaven and hell
opinions and complaints, after much moaning, may
come to be held in common.

The way a flock of chickadees
moves through...

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