Complaint Poems - Poems about Complaint

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If you don’t like my poem, just close it tight, It won’t harm me, I’ll be all right. History itself will judge, not we, Who stands tall, and who’s lesser, you’ll see. I write my verses as my heart desires, My only demand is truth that inspires. Better to cry out and die for what’s real Than cross to the other side...

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Oh Lord, it seems to me, You are a God of pain without which some people say there is no gain. There is only so much that we creatures can bear and it’s sometimes I wonder if You really do care. Throughout the world You’re generally loved, hated or feared and there are certain times when You are very strongly...

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“Hey Cupid, hollered the Saint, bringing me couples, ya ain’t!” Cupid answered, “So what? Ya just get what ya got. Don’t mix prayer with complaint.”...

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Annotations of mis-co-ordinations of the latest military drone strike The fear when the children of Ukraine hear bomb raid sirens into the night What’s near when all that you can contain is silenced by your fright A seer blind in the conventional way and devoid of traditional visual sight Theolonius Monk riffing improvised scales on...

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Even if some rare corningware may be hypothetically worth a LOT what ordinary person would buy it, cook with it, or let it get hot??...

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LIGHT VERSE AND NONSENSE VERSE IX Disconcerted by Michael R. Burch Meg, my sweet, fresh as a daisy, when I’m with you my heart beats like crazy & my future gets hazy ... The Less-Than-Divine Results of My Prayers to be Saved from Televangelists by Michael R. Burch I’m old, no longer bold, just cold, and (truth be told), been bought and sold, rolled by the wolves and the lambs in...

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CONTRI and DISTRI Someone somewhere decided English needed to be changed. As usual with our copy-cat world, so dire an unthinking band wagon has spread as a forest fire. An academic,typically verbose, wrote 'why use one when two' could sound more up-to-date and new! Thus the 'double prefix' was conceived and sadly like a Topsy grew. Contri and Distri have wrongly become the norm...

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Friday Night Check-ins The days have been calm and collected. The guests have been happy, content. The weekday staff scurry out from the hotel To avoid the upcoming event. Weekend receptionists tremble As the Friday night check-ins approach, Fearing the tsunami of wrinklies On their three-day excursions-by-coach. The first vehicle’s brakes squeal their warning As its door opens up with a sigh. The girl at the...

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I would only have your sweet smile if I could offer you an impressive size I would only have your wonderful words if i could offer you fortune... I would only have your love If I could offer the world... But since I don't have beauty, nor fortune and I have no world, I'm despised just as a despicable asteroid that I am... that...

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Nobody's coming to save me. Tomorrow's just like today. This loneliness, this waiting No one can fill. So okay, I give up! (Enter laughing) That's life! So what for? You've done it now; let the cat in! Didn't someone say there was more? And I just won't have it this way! Oh, you won't have it this way?...

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THE COMPLAINT An employee showed up at the bank Wearing a black pair of spanx She written up fast For showing her ass Then tells everybody thanks...

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. for public domain Along a North Bay windowsill, lay parchments crumbled, void of script, a heart entombed with heartless feeling, no fitting place to lay Love's crypt. Bury Love with a sigh or a tear, wail out echoes through desolate canyons, haunt dark castles and chill woody glens, strike the souls of our errant companions. But silence Love without a word? The very thought...

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And it is a pain to live it is a complaint to live I contemplate to pilates my friend to live as a pirate I say to right to water to woe wo wonder wood wouldy ro eh? Eh ech H ...uh, each compass that ass You see me 'tis only meing becoming the demise the demonstration of one little tree. PS Payola fix roads ffor access to minority groups and...

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Oh, complaint central! A fascinating...

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