Best Grousing Poems

She whines because her food needs salt.
A 2-year-old-child dies of leukemia while she is glaring at the waiter.
He grouses because the neighbor’s garbage is out...

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My friend came home to come inside.
Where he knew that warmth and love abide.
And he could sate his appetite.
And know that it will be alright.

He...

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Once I saw an oddly grouchy grouch,
grousing away on an old couch,
gaping menacingly,
as I eat happily,
my juicy chicken soupy lunch....

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There is one in every family.
Someone determined to be mad.
Not diabolically crazy or fun-loving or whimsically mad.
Angry, hateful, grousing, pouting mad.

Ours is named Louisa, and...

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I am following the footprints
Of a shadowed spectral shape.
Through every line and passageway
She sings to me in daydreams.

Songs of virility and violence
Of sexuality so savage.
The...

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Growing up in purest innocence
Greeted as a friend
Groomed with a fine tooth comb
Grabbed unexpectedly
Groped involuntarily
Grouping parts of self
Gripping deeper fears
Grinding self image
Gritting teeth
Gryping of opportunity...

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Staring through the sullied glass
Ever present…

A transom of silent reflections
Standing amid us…

Dirtying with every irate grousing
Thick and hazy…

Our windowpane painted shut
Always locked…

Gazing through at one...

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If your ego is capacious
Or your appetite voracious
For a plucky, pertinacious
Confidence in cherished creeds,
Then your genius, though sagacious,
Conjures arguments audacious
Never seeing they’re fallacious:
Truth be told,...

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Unblinking reflexive opinions lean
     indubitably, favorably and certifiably
     with minimal pandering soliciting
     uber...

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There was a new bulldog on the block.
His name was Sammy.
He was a rocker. His paws were clammy.

We saw him from a distance
And laughed a...

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My life is built on a plaster of gold,

Born with a silver spoon and a rubber plate,

With d sun smiling at me with vexation,

The depth...

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A few soaring trees 
Here and there
On a green earth
Flowers with flesh in girth
The costume bear
No wear and tear


Air going out in BMW
Air coming in...

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Neither of the old men were born under the sign Pisces
They were playing chess as hard as they dared
Neither enjoying it like a person born...

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They call me the charger I told white string haughtily.
Then who am I? White string asked.
Sticking up her aluminum cubed nose,
Refusing to be plugged into...

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Certain directors, expecting to see
Their names on the nominee slate,
Might have been shocked, as the rest of us were,
‘Cause omissions are cause for debate.

Kathryn and...

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