Complained Poems - Poems about Complained

...This was written from the heart. Never knew it'd come to this. I don't know where to start. Mama, your son gotta kind heart! But every day, the world's telling me to play my part. From a bo......

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...SAM THE SQUIRREL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sam the Squirrel had a hunger profound In a park, he was often found, With nuts in his cheeks so tight, He scurried with ......

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...The Golden Rule Help someone if and when you can Help people as often as possible. Give when you can even when your chips are low. Try to do at least one good deed per day. Malice towards none ......

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... I open the oven door to a blast of heat and hot bread bulging out of a high tin, brown, crusty and ready to be taken out. That smell wafts across seventy years to when I can remember bread......

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...My mom's children numbered four, so, when she went to the grocery store, she filled the cart up and then some more, and complained to her friends in frustration - she'd paid twenty dollars (be......

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... She never was the kind of cook who consulted a recipe book, and he never complained but swallowed. He ate with that habitual look to the ER that always followed. ......

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... A young lady from Shanghai was arrested not knowing why. “Your singing,” officials explained, “too high; neighbors complained.” At once she told the government she had a spheech impediment, ......

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...I am living la vida loca Every single day here on earth Also I am already used to that I enjoy living every single day La vida loca Yes I am having a busy life That is la vida loca Every day ......

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...We all have inner and outer lives. They’re messy, hopelessly intertwined, and more than mere mannequins to hang our word-art upon. I’m supported, in my unwritten life, by a structure of moods, ......

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...2 Small Copper Coins Under the sun, an old lady stood in line. She had to wait her turn, she didn’t mind. She was alone with not much to say. She was a poor widow that never complained. In ......

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... Thoughts whisk me away to a foregone time, when things were peaceful with much less crime. Of a Mother who never complained of tired back, from a ten hour day pulling a twelve foot sac......

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...ideal of opulence in the flesh called human harboring a false sense of control and power listening to voices you claim as your own cynical laughter with mouths that spew arrogance no regards for ......

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...I hung out on six avenue and they teased me all the time. Saying you're afraid of you mom, but I was more afraid of crime. I found myself sometimes, doing things to just get along. That's what we ......

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...“Get Up.” I don’t remember hitting the floor. Just the sharp cut between feeling dizzy and suddenly being on the ground. My body felt far away, like I was watching myself from outside my own skin. M......

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...2015.4.13 @ 15:08:03 From time to time, I believed you had unintentionally caused me harm. I expressed and complained about them, Then I forgave, forgot and moved on. My favourite number was t......

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