Complaints Poems - Poems about Complaints

Life's Unspoken Complaints

Thirst burned like fire... but the water was poisoned...
If I drank, I’d die—if I didn’t, I’d still die...
These two dilemmas remained unsolved throughout life...

Neither sleep was complete, nor dreams fulfilled...
Time whispered... "If only there was a bit more patience..."
Patience replied... "If only there was a bit more time..."

Complaints, I have many, against you, O life...
But

When one door opens Joe Bonamassa Song

Joe's song inspires,
But what transpires?
Door can open anywhere,
Does it lead nowhere?
None escape life alive,
Meanwhile, let's thrive,
None win in this pond,
None come second,
Finally, we're crisps,
Souls become wisps,
No use looking back,
No complaints, great lifehack!

Her Complaints

I had a chat with Africa, and these were her complaints, Whispers carried on the winds of forgotten saints. Her voice was a tapestry woven in hues of despair, In her heart, the weight of corruption's cross to bear.

She mourned for lands of plenty, resources untold, Yet shackled by the chains of greed and power,

California Girl Complaints

Only snows up there
in the mountains, distantly
horizon's mirage

Hypothetically
we could drive all the way there
but gas costs too much

So they just sit there
like un-touchable artwork
beyond the cities

I've gone there before
trips in California snow
a long time ago

Be Great Full

Traveling shoes on got on my traveling shoes traveling shoes yall got on my traveling shoes I can travel now got on my traveling shoes can travel yall got on my traveling shoes traveling shoes on got on my traveling shoes  I can travel now got on my traveling shoes got my shoes on

Complaints of Majority Attractive Women

When a woman respects a man , he turns her to be the queen of his life. 
Quote by poet. 

               Complaints of majority attractive women 
                  Are

Don'T Give Up the Race

DON'T GIVE UP THE RACE 
If we would just remember
No matter what happens to us
That our loving Savior
Always knows what's best

 We must quit our sad complaints
And prayerfully seek His will
Then He will daily work with us
And all His love instill

Frail as humans are
We're vital to our Lord
He cannot forget is own
And protects us with

Echoes of a Regret After Engagement

Our hands were restless
holding detectives brooms
with hope of sweeping storms

And our isolation have been exchange
with ecstasies
lurking around medallion of ease
to wind off doldrums from our feet.

Alas! Our ears had forgotten their fiendish
songs
& sundered our head from our neck;
plucking sad remix with tobaccos pipe.

Shall we forget this brooms
that swept our joy, & dust our dreams
into the

My Human Complaints

Oh Heavens, what immense brightness
             and i am here without light...
             So many seas
             and I'm dead here
 

Litany of Cat Complaints

LITANY   OF   CAT   COMPLAINTS


Why so glum Rusty? Offered Max  as a tentative 
One-no-trump   opener.
     Well, it’s all down to you guys  -
     Rusty offered a thought,“They mix us all up and don’t know who to blame.
 

The Complaints of Ducks

The Complaints Of Ducks
the city
filled in
the small
pond
in the middle
of my tiny
poem.

all the ducks
came to
my door
and complained 
i am
simple
i agree
in the meekest
of language.

that they 
have been
unhomed.

it is 
my duty
they tell 
me as a poet
to open
the  door
of my 
small poem
and let 
them swim
in my bathtub.

i agree
it is tough 
to be unhomed
there should 
be plenty of room

Empty Treasury

When they keep roaming about
Know something is coming aloud
They will share a plate with thee for now
All for something that you can't see around 
Once they gets hold of it, boom! they land

Much disbursement on franchise 
Lot of buy buy to appease
Too much bank drafts in the street 
But they accumulates back to the teeth
All

Solutions To Old Nursery Rhyme Complaints

I've often wondered who dealt with
fairy tale complaints. There seems to
be a lot of them among the fairy tale
acquaints.

Here are just a few suggestions I myself
if could, would make and maybe fairy Tale
land would be peaceful for heaven's sake.

Old Mother Hubbard had no bones in
her cupboard and her dog has no bone.
We could offer her

Housing Complaints

The souls of the Damned in Perdition
Oft complain of their hellish conditions.
   “TV reception is bad,
   There’s no WiFi to be had,
And there's talk of starting a petition!”

And added a lost soul named Hershel,
(Though some deemed this too controversial):
   “Plus we demand a refund
    For the

Complaints

People never long complain
while falling in a plane.

Volodymyr Knyr
2016

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