Complainers Poems - Poems about Complainers

In negative word's the coward's song, A whispered plea where they belong. No light to guide their trembling feet, They hide from life, their fears complete. Complainers sigh with heavy breath, Their words a dirge of endless death. No joy can pierce their sullen veil, They find in gloom their dark betrayal. But courage blooms in hearts so rare, Beyond the reach of coward's...

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What makes the campfire boho I asked the complainer. They are weird, loose and carefree, said Nosy McGainer. She wears long ruffled dresses, Mr. Gainer suggested. They have so much company, their camper is often congested. I suggest you find another campfire, I told the McGainers. They had been a blight on the campground for years, these complainers. I met the...

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You know the place..... Where tears fall down a saddened face! When all they think of, is little old me! Blind to the grown-up pain of humanity. Where their complaint list is long as heck. All you ponder, as a friend, is to save their neck. These who wail for instant attention. Sorry souls, these, should have a daily convention. Never learned how...

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They complain in the morning because their night was a fright They complain at noon because their school lunch was not right. They complain to everyone who enters their sight They complain and complain, long into the night. At first these complainers are rather entertaining They complain about their umbrellas, and the fact that it’s raining They complain about others,...

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The discontent that dying brings should not be vilified It is not a bad thing to be aware the act of finality is also a part of life. We live in big tin cans, others live in small cans, but we all need one. We enter our tin cans through a tunnel then emerge and learn to live, but...

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don't hang with those who complain, for their discontented stain will blot your soul. endless gripes can cause a frown and make you feel very down, with no control. Dr. Ram's tail-rhyme contest...

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