Best Whining Poems
Whining, it happens when blizzards come calling
Grabbing a jacket I walk down the stairs
Beside the window where winter is lurking
Waiting about as if nobody cares
Coating the trees with a cottony fabric
Not quite as warm as the heater detects
Here in the handbook of problems and answers
Only for masters to come and inspect
Grabbing a scarf from a shelf in the corner
Pouring a cup just to dance in its steam
Maybe some sugar so life can be sweeter
And just a dash of your half and half cream
Kicking the mud from the boots made of rubber
Purchased on sale at a shop on the beach
Next to the flip flops and lotion dispenser
Low to the ground and so easy to reach
Those were the days when the sun wasn’t hidden
Blanketed white like a sheet on a rope
Held up by clothespins of wooden construction
Seeking a breeze with the fresh scent of soap
Shoveling sidewalks and not chasing seashells
Feeling the cold as it bites through your skin
Running a faucet to thaw every finger
When will it be time for all this to end
I guess I will go out and trudge through the weather
Deal with the snowflakes, the slush and the sleet
Before too long I’ll be sweating the summer
Probably whining about all the heat
Everyone who knows me- knows I whine,
About the weather winter, spring, summer and fall;
And at my frequent wine and cheese where we dine,
On my sofa, us girls chat and drink and eat and sprawl.
In winter, I like to complain about the cold,
While sipping red wine and eating aged cheddar;
I am dreaming and wishing for that sun of gold,
All the time wrapped in a thick wool cozy sweater.
In spring, I like to tell everyone about rain,
That darn constant rain that falls all the time;
I sip bianca, munch havarti, oh such a pain,
And my friends nod, nod but they never ever chime.
In summer, I like to tell all how hot it is,
The forever heat and that unbearable blazing sun;
Oh, pass the brie and lets raise the fizz,
My favorite place, the pool floating for all day fun.
In fall, I let people know that I am sad,
I gulp a glass of grape vino and bite some blue cheese;
Soon cold will come back and it will be bad,
I know, listen to me girls- it will be a deep freeze.
Now, pass the bottle never mind the glass, PLEASE.
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August 1, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Whining while Dining on Cheese
Copyright Protected, ID 16-813-244-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Here's My Whine
Now Pass The Cheese
sponsor, Phillip Garcia
Third Place
Whining Horse
This is the angry mind
Of a whining Horse
All it does detest
Is the Race Course
A reason there is
To loath the Race Track;
The goad, the spur and
Rider on the back,
Digging stirrups on flanks
While he blows fiery lips
Aquiline force to stir
By the crack of whips
And when it’s over
Jockey being a winner
He dons best suit
And forget the whiner!
Hanging with Friends
To enjoy the win
He condemns the Horse
To disdain’s empty bin!
How many times he wins
He’ll continue in hay
Diet will not change
Till his last living day.
JM
14th Nov’ 2013
A dog named Bailey
Is a basset hound
She would eat all day
If it could be done
She always wants food
Her stomach is never full
At night when tired
Her bed is made up
In the laundry room
a gate to block the door
the whines to what seems
Like hours on end
Whines so loudly
That seems like hours
Only ten minutes
Until it all ends
Yes we have no wine
feeling insecure makes one want to whine
shinning sun gives us time
no dinning well is with out wine
oh sublime beautiful nature walk in time.
I've never seen a silver lining
emerge from a dark cloud
All I've heard was constant whining
turn into rage in voice too loud
Your flaws need adjusting and refining
Stop acting so damned proud
A little polish will have you shining
so you'll stand out in a crowd
I walked up the sidewalk to the front door
That had a welcome mat.
The doorbell I rang was kind of flat.
I saw Frankenstein peeking through a
Window slat.
The man who answered the door wore a
Tall black hat.
Good evening. Oh drat!
The skeletons are doing the head pat,
Our hunchback is a brat
Who needs medical attention stat,
Casper the friendly ghost some how
Stepped on the cat
Which put it in trama now we are using
Wolfman to catch the rat,
The gypsy can't believe where she is at,
All the zombies fell in to the witch's vat,
This brought the witch that was flying to
A Stop with a splat.
As for old Dracula he keeps saying what?
The mummy took a swat
At the bat
Who was chasing the gnat
Out of the biggest flat
I have ever seen. The spider's webs were
Made out of some good looking tat
As on it they sat
Looking at me as if I could make them fat.
Nice chat.
I said suddenly remembering my folks
Didn't know where I was at.
Imagine that.
I knew it was time to scat.
We all concede mere words just can't express
the depth of our dismay and our distress...
When we hear you whine, from face so mad and grim,
the Universe won't cater to your every whim!
Bus stop bench
Gloomy weather
Fall transitioning into winter
Wouldn’t you know it
There she is;
Her red aura and bohemian style make her stand out in a crowd.
I wave to her as I am happy to see her.
That happiness was temporary however due to her soul piercing leer.
Prior to her words she had already reopened all the cuts on my heart.
The bus arrives but there is a long line.
She speaks but my headphones mask the sound.
I remove one ear,
“Do you understand why it hurt me so much when you said I never loved you?”
I wanted to say an infinite number of words,
Apologize for the multitude of assertions I have made that hurt you
Those same thoughts that have been eating at me for the past few months since you left
I am too far gone to be forgiven.
I place my foot on the bus step and words force themselves out of my mouth
“I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.”
In an instant she was gone.
On the bus I pondered whether or not either of our statements were genuine.
As the rain cloud above my head began to produce lightning
I considered my options.
Whining
dried eye sockets from
imaginary losses
conceived in the mind
spilled tears in the murky soil
forming ripples in the mud
Leaf Factories
or
Just Rake The Leaves Without Whining
By: Tom Wright
11/25/99
I see leaves,
in assorted hues of red, yellow, and rust,
reminding me of paint splotches,
from the palate of some Grand Master,
moving ever slightly with each wind gust.
They blanket the ground as color on canvas,
and in thought I try to see
just how it would be, if God,
like man, had tired from His labors
and foregone speaking into existence the tree.
I ponder, where would the creatures stay,
both great and small,
or where would songbirds build their sheltered nests'
if no trees existed
from which these leaves would fall.
I think, where would I, find welcome shade
to escape the midday heat,
and of the holes I dig each spring,
for the planting of other trees,
and the potential joy that each might bring.
I think of things we build from wood
and of clean fresh air as photosynthesis takes place.
Then with sheepish look,
in haste, I rake, shred, and compost
until there's left no trace.
I have friends who whine to me, so I whine back naturally.
Now my cat whines at the door.
He's much louder then before.
This sound I can't ignore
Never wishing to offend, I
need to end this whining trend.
Ear plugs.
Miseries around is no less
still self desolation, worse
no motivation to get up
dance again and rock the floor.
Silence has also left company
Voices play games not funny
Whining Soul calls unknown
Save me, a child speaks up.
Entangled in the world race
no care for self, disgrace
Moving with force havoc
no path traced till yet.
Brought nothing when landed
still stand here empty handed
Whining Soul, no console
will go on till oxygen passes
in and out, out and in...
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 two hours ahead of time.
He calls 911 to report this infraction, not caring that another person had an emergency.
A young mother is murdered in her home because she could not get through.
An elderly woman is yelling at her neighbor, because she thinks the woman looked at her flowers.
She is so mad, she walks in front of a bus when she leaves, traumatizing twenty-three children and a bus driver.
A mommy’s boyfriend gets upset because a baby will not quit crying. He tries to pawn it off on a neighbor.
She knows he is violent, but she has done more than her share, so she ignores his pleas.
The baby ends up shaken to death.
A sixty-two-year-old man begins pounding on a door to complain about the neighbor’s loud rap music.
The neighbor comes to the door, laughs, and slams the door in his face.
The sixty-two-year-old goes home and gets his loaded gun.
It is everyone’s problem.
Yours
Mine.
Everyone’s.
Let us fix this!
Constant raining, his complaining
~ Though his solutions wanted elocution