Discontented Poems - Poems about Discontented

Could discontentment be a vice? To be a farmer would suffice - yet, born upon this earthly sphere, a boy in County Lincolnshire was left by farming, cold as ice. Not content to sow and harvest grain, He sought to understand and explain, inventing calculus he showed how nature's secrets he'd decode with his unsated, searching brain. As Newton revealed the...

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Dustmen were dirty Shoes had holes Typewriters qwerty Clothes were old School was tough, kids were rough Summers were always, quite cold Three-day week No power at night Week after week another union strike Nothing to do, so early to bed Wake the next day to no loaves of bread No central heating Winters were freezing No phone tweeting Less coughing and sneezing TV was great, watching films late The Friday...

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Why can't I play with shiny balls And climb that Christmas Tree Why bring a tree into the house Then say it's not for me Why can't I help with wrapping paper I love to play with twine Oh please, I only want to help While you sit and sip your wine I love to smell your kitchen odours Turkey, pork and ham by...

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Discontented No happiness to the mind Despite of a beautiful house And, yet, desiring for another big palace; No happiness to the mind Despite of a good job and pay with status And, yet, searching for a big job; No happiness to the mind Despite of wealth sufficient for generations And, yet, longing to become a billionaire; No...

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nobody contented by their aging replies when asked “but i’m still young” & nobody who asks has any reason but to find out how long that they can still ****, how long they can still dash without responsibility, how long it is that they can dance without those crickety bones, how long they have before they’re over that hill &...

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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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Lost. Lonely. Full of pain. He walked up to the church to pray for the first time in over twenty years. The doors were locked. When did we start locking church doors? Confused. Abandoned. In need of help. She entered the psychiatrist’s office seeking professional care. She had no health insurance and was turned away. The Hippocratic oath no longer applies. Destitute. Hungry. No money for food. He tried to...

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Another year has marched out of my life. A crusading warrior making his way back home, Leaving bloody battlefields in his wake. Trampled valleys where dreams once stood. In the beginning, the year tiptoed in, Softly sprinkling crystallized wishes. Ideas, floating like a fine dusting of snow, Forming a light covering on my bed of anticipation. In swept the Ides of Spring laden...

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