Gripe Poems - Poems about Gripe

What the world thinks about me- It doesn't matter; But in my soul, I have stutter It might think me the cheater But I never be an Ivy creeper!! I have no friends- I am trying to be in trend; To show the world, I may not believe God But it doesn't mean I never worshipped lord It may be my attraction...

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gripe about lunch After, a lunch with chicken slices warmed, but not fried golden brown, I ask, what am I doing here among people who eat for the reason of eating I used to be a chef it was what I trained for Why should I enjoy a meal not made by a cook Who takes...

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The Latest Gripe Miracle Man 1/2024 Seems anything decent someone finds fault, too many things are now said to be divisive. A lawsuit comes next, then it comes to a halt, the supreme court has the vote that’s decisive. Today, The Nativity Scene is the gripe receiver, it only took one claiming a violated right. Complaint brought to light by a non believer, now this...

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I wanted to traipse in the desert But sand dunes were in the way I went to ski in the mountains But snow blocked the pass that day It seems Mother Earth has a game That she really loves to play Forget about YOUR calendar To Mother Earth, today is PAY DAY!...

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Gripe, Gripe, Gripe By: Miracle Man October 2, 2020 Autumn day, cooling breeze, rag weed induces me to sneeze. Pollen causes my nose to run, a killing frost and then it’s done. Covid-19 is keeping me at home, each day comes in monochrome. I feel that I’m under house arrest, each day feeling more distressed. I wonder if good days will return, when history I won’t...

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Grumbles and groans about all she sees. Bellyaching and complaining Fussing, kicking and squawking ...

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Jack Jack doesn't dance. Jack doesn't sing. Retired, Jack does hardly anything. Jack is reliable. Jack wears black socks. To speak bluntly, Jack is well boxed. He lives in one, watches another. Has one inside to match the others. Jack gripes, Jack frets, Jack has strong views. He pays close attention to the News! The box inside has clippings, documents that support Jack's arguments. Jack's...

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gripe the heart of time it's a present gripe the heart of feelings it's love o' no; do not wait; the future is not for coming; it's everything in now the present and the love gripe the heart of present love -March 03, 2019 Chattogram...

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When I was a child, children were chattel, threatened by our parents and our preacher. We did not even dare whisper a tiny bit of a sliver of a question at our teacher. Today’s brazen un-mothers drop their children off for breakfast, lunch and supper. They have school toilets destroyed before you can spell the word ‘upper.’ The well-behaved,...

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Trunks tower upward, majestically Dyed shreds of paper blow as leaves swaying Cascading sunlight peers arrestingly Paper, human, has something it's saying I am worth less than the fields below me I can compete not with sturdy cotton Pretense as valuable comodity The layperson knows not what he's gotton Taken unawares flattens hopefulness Intelligence labors toward a stance Delayed decisions might cause woefullness This is real...

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I only use Skype to contact my son Yet my contacts list is now over run So many men want to get to know me I wonder what the reason can be Each day I get messages by the score I’m fed up with it, it’s becoming a bore Some wear medals in all their glory I’m sure they can tell me...

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The malicious windings of your hasty pace That erase sweet memories and their trace Waste things that breathes and ones mute; Pitiless Time, you are such a ruthless brute! If you only aged men who your dials mess, Or only blighted the cute ignorant mistress Who thinks that your clocks tick for naught; Then yours would be a war honestly fought. But in...

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She worked down at the car hop Serving trays to those who paid I just wanted to be that pillow Where her pretty face laid She looked like a diva Her body was super fine And lardy how I dreamed That one day she’d be mine She always flipped me off Which made me love...

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Thank-you so much for all you never did I was a grown-up while you acted a kid You’re a selfish brat so self-absorbed I gave you all I had but you still wanted more Nothing could ever please you The world was not enough I could give you God’s own thrown and you would still find a way to gripe and groan...

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