Best Whiners Poems
I write poems because it's fun
And I'm not the only one
It's an outlet for verbal expression
A hobby and not an obsession
I'm an amateur, not a pro
Thankful there's someplace to go
Where others like myself
Can write without seeking wealth
An opportunity for me to learn
Gain confidence in return
Friendly contests sharpen my skills
Winning is a personal cheap thrill
Not everyone feels the same
For people like me, that's a shame
They're always causing dissension
Complaining and seeking attention
In their high chair, they bang their spoon
Grown men crying childish tunes
The food that once filled their belly
To them is now tasteless and smelly
I say, find another place to eat
Let us amateurs compete
Nobody's making you stay
You don't play well with others, anyway
Bland food doesn't suit your palate
Over here you're wasting your talent
Why stay here and eat slop
Since your talent's so over the top
Categories:
whiners, conflict, feelings, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
Looking outward.
She’s had a hard life, yet can still laugh and smile,
making it look effortless and genuine.
Looking bubbly and youthful, glowing from happiness
like she knows no other way to live.
I’d like to understand -- I really would.
She’s more than a survivor -- she’s a champ.
Looking within.
I have finally earned my bit of comfort.
I should feel light and worry-free.
I should be blissfully happy.
I should look at who I’ve let within my circle.
The negatives who've dragged me down:
the procrastinators, whiners, drama queens and naysayers.
I so need to unclutter and make room
for daydreaming soulseekers and inspiring artists.
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on December 14, 2018
Categories:
whiners, happiness, humor, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
I’m feeling a little irked and discombobulated.
The soup is for all poets It’s not that complicated.
I’m tired of all the whiners and their fits of jealous rage.
It’s time to act your age and move on to another page.
I don’t care about your comments or the contest you didn’t win.
Stop preaching from your pulpit, you are not free from sin.
I’m sick of the conspiracy theories, it’s time to check your clock.
I don’t want to read it here, this is for poetry, it’s not tik tok.
I am fully vaccinated it was my choice to get that shot.
It’s your choice to not get jabbed, stop acting like a snot.
You say my genes are altered, to me you sound like a nut.
I guess I’ll die in three years, until then you can kiss my butt.
1/8/22
King-Size Bull Crap Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Categories:
whiners, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
Ponytails
Swishing madly,
Hurdling across the pitch.
Beads of sweat
Spraying in spirals
As fingers point,
Shouting directions
To strikers, wingers, and defensemen.
Defensewomen, really.
Get back!
Push it!
Don't lose form!
Take the shot!
Grazing past the clown gloves.
Concaving the thick nylon.
Back of the net glory!
Now run around like giddy school girls
For exactly 8 seconds.
Now mark your man!
Woman, really.
No whiners here.
No floppers allowed.
What's this look like,
Men's soccer? Pansies.
The beautiful game is proof that
The real soccer men
Are women.
Categories:
whiners, soccer,
Form:
Free verse
Notice me! Notice me! I’m being maligned
Everyone is against me, and I am mistreated
How can these awful people be so unkind?
I feel like I’ve been overlooked, cheated!
My fantastic poems were denied a placement
Time and again others seem to get rewarded
While my poems are tossed in the basement
And all of my creative efforts are thwarted.
This is the lousy attitude of a perpetual loser
He isn’t winning so the sponsor has cheated
Five gets you ten, he’s also a habitual boozer,
Feeling sorry for himself, his brain overheated.
I have no sympathy for whiners like this,
Who think most highly of themselves, it seems,
Who think everything they do merits a kiss
Their poetics are lacking, only in their dreams.
Written October 9, 2022
[In response to little Freddie’s
criticisms of my contests and
contest winners.]
Categories:
whiners, anti bullying, perspective, poems,
Form:
Quatrain
How Thick Is Your Skin?
Written: by Tom Wright
3/31/2018
In today’s society it appears to be about skin,
Many whine when things don’t go their way.
Laying at fault, is that our skin is too thin,
We’re easily offended by what others do and say.
Whiners leap to the podium with much to say,
Spewing words which aren’t from their own;
Saying clueless things swaying others their way,
Too young to realize you reap what you’ve sown.
Taking everything personal young tempers boil,
They seek to destroy any with dissenting view.
The old adage “to the victors belong the spoil”,
Seems to aptly apply to a “disadvantaged” few;
They seldom view things as just another’s opinion,
And are quick to strike back thus creating a flap;
Over verbiage alone each is granted dominion,
We need to give thought before opening our trap.
Categories:
whiners, word play, words,
Form:
Lyric
When your wells run dry,
and blue is all you see in the distant sky,
I'd create grey clouds for you and cause water to flow below from parts unknown, IF I WERE IMMORTAL.
If when you'll feeling low, and your blood pressure is high.
Or your friends are not saying 'hello' but only 'goodbye'.
Or you remember the good old days and begin to cry.
I'd come by, because I love 'hello' and hate 'goodbye'.
I would dry every tear in your eyes and stand by you.
I'd build walls around you to protect from all enemies,
IF I WERE IMMORTAL.
Water-Seekers go deeper, but whiners cease to try.
Optimists see silver linings. Pessimists complain and deny.
Take hold of an eagle, and let him teach you to fly.
I'm a water-seeker, a winner, an optimist, and an eagle.
So, remember these things I'd do for you, IF I WERE IMMORTAL.
042022PSCtest, If I Were Immortal, Anoucheka Gangabissoon.1P
Categories:
whiners, care,
Form:
Rhyme
All contentious people have their own beliefs,
this anger and discord is very seldom brief.
God in all his glory, loves our gratefulness.
It's growlers, whiners and faultfinders,
that make this world a mess.
Quit wasting time and pay attention to the man upstairs.
For spending time with the Lord, nothing else compares.
Don't be a Grumbler, life's to short to waste it in distress.
Live, love and laugh. Let God in all his glory, take care of all the rest.
Categories:
whiners, appreciation, blessing, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Daylight is breaking;
The city is waking;
It's time to arise.
Wipe the sleep from your eyes'
A homeless man, on a bench in the park
Stayed awake through the dark
because of his fear
That violence was near.
The shop owner out sweeping,
Doesn't see the the girl weeping.
Who feels she's been used,
and viciously abused.
At the twenty- four diner
There's already a line of whiners.
Folks awaiting a seat.
And something to eat.
The night shift is over;
Workers rush out the front door.
Ready for the trip home to bed,
To rest their weary head.
Yet the new day has just begun,
For the young exec on the run.
He has deals he must make'
Can't afford to be late'
People, people everywhere.
Empty hurting lives- does anyone care?
Jesus desires that they all be reached,
They won't darken a church to hear the pastor preach.
So he sends us out to plant a seed.
To be salt and light to those in great need.
Art Ball (H.S.L.P.) December 10, 2006
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Categories:
whiners, inspirational
Form:
Prose Poetry
My back is seen running away from the naysayers.
I doubt they have ever seen my front, not that I care.
Family whiners get to see me from the back also.
I might be running even faster from them.
My encouraging face is reserved for the upbeats.
The positives.
The possibility thinkers.
I reserve smiles for them also. Big ones.
I am invisible to those I do not admire.
Getting farther and farther away,
even when we are in the same proximity.
I pull myself out and slither into a quiet small space.
With my friends, whom I trust, and there are only seven.
I am outrageous, loud, wildly me.
But if they violate that trust, then there will be only six.
Categories:
whiners, me,
Form:
Free verse
In sports as life a missing extra inch
That winnows winners from whiners of fate--
Faced with no way forward, those who’d not flinch,
The rest of chaff gets stuck whilst at the gate.
Easy never comes even tiny pinch,
A seed on its own sprouts, but not sans care,
An inch of care and life is a sure cinch,
Take care of inches, and miles never dare.
Come, Extra Inch, I wish to kiss thy soul,
Miles of long journey’s too far from my heart,
An inch at a time takes me close to goal,
An inch apart today is worlds apart.
An inch separates a halo from noose,
Pinch thyself twice before that inch ye choose.
___________________________
Sonnet |09.04.04, revised Jan 2025| endeavour
Categories:
whiners, symbolism,
Form:
Sonnet
I have little sympathy for constant whimpering
Playing the victim and saying, “Woe is me!”
With that self-conscious smirk of simpering
The sort of thing that repeats itself annoyingly.
Few things I experience will trouble me much
I have little sympathy for constant whimpering,
I find myself impatient with an unwanted touch
And that kind of tete-a-tete of sly whispering
In my presence, where I am constantly tempering,
These are types of behavior I cannot abide,
I have little sympathy for constant whimpering
So, whiners and whisperers, don’t sit by my side.
Give me that modicum of respect I have earned
Observe polite decorum opposed to whispering
In early childhood my father made sure I learned,
I have little sympathy for constant whimpering.
written October 18, 2021
Categories:
whiners, character, growing up, how
Form:
Quatern
All winners,
Were once whiners.
It was excruciatingly sunny,
Before they laid hands on money.
More enemies in the stealth,
Than friends with wealth.
They started out dumb,
Eventually saw the shine of wisdom.
Experienced pain,
Before the sweetness of rain.
Twenty hours of Night,
Only four hours of Bright.
Behind a dim glass pane.
Than aboard a jet plane.
Running,
Not Gunning.
On the receiving end.
Not in the lending end.
Under the cover,
Not on top of the tower.
Earning for sanity.
Not for vanity.
Categories:
whiners, success, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
Trump and Biden are both whiners
Fake news both wanting to be headliners
Saying they won a contest
Both leaving all with unrest
Fighting over politics like minors
Contest: Out on a limb
Sponsored By: Joseph May
Date Created: 11/20/2020
Categories:
whiners, political,
Form:
Limerick
Poems about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
There's a nickel big that I feel small.
A coin to wonder where you'd spend.
One broader than your shoulders.
One much to large to lend.
There's a nickel big in Sudbury.
A city home to miners.
Where mining for our nickel
is not meant for the whiners.
There's a nickel big from in the Earth.
A coin come from the heart.
Where money is for spending
and nickels for the art.
Categories:
whiners, dedication, places,
Form:
Quatrain