I was never part of a family
never on a team
never felt comradery
No one ever stood up for me
people bullied me
I was alone
Poor me
Poor me
Poor poor me
She held a pity party for herself daily
In the lunchroom at work
ruining lunch for the rest of us
All cheer and jollity are extinguished when she enters
poor her, poor her, poor poor poor whiney her
We started eating at our desks
Categories:
gripe, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
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
But never be distraction??
Categories:
gripe, 12th grade, addiction, beauty,
Form: Bio
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 no pride in his craft, which is more than money, but also an art
When I lived alone in the rustic country, I even
cooked for my dog, and she had a long and healthy life; I believe food is an integral part of our culture it is vital we spend time not eating
Fat hamburgers and over-processed food
Categories:
gripe, absence, anger, blessing,
Form: Bio
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 person’s lawyered up, ready to fight.
To avoid a lawsuit,
town Nativity scene in play,
Is now the three wise men
plus Santa and sleigh.
Categories:
gripe, atheist, celebration, christmas, how
Form: Quatrain
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!
Categories:
gripe, environment,
Form: Verse
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 be forced to unlearn.
When riots and protests aren’t the norm,
and news is no longer a political platform.
I’m stuck inside as years grow ripe,
little to do but sneeze and gripe.
Categories:
gripe, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Grumbles and groans about all she sees.
Bellyaching and complaining
Fussing, kicking and squawking
Peevishly petulant
bitter mudgeon
grouchy whiner
a surly
boorish
gripe
Categories:
gripe, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Nonet
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 sky is only 9 feet tall.
Horizon? Jack has none at all.
But what of Jill, so like a flower in bloom?
Jack didn't notice when she left the room.
Categories:
gripe, dance, house, husband, judgement,
Form: Light Verse
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
Categories:
gripe, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
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 life of economic dance
Buyer beware to return the chalice
In so doing, pure justice in balance.
Categories:
gripe, abuse, betrayal, corruption, courage,
Form: Sonnet
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 a great sob story
One was called Mark, but next day he was Harry!
I’ve had contacts from Tim and James and Barry
To all these guys back home in the USA
Get off my Skype - let ME have a nice day!
Jan Allison 18th April 2016
I’ve had 26 - (now 44) messages in 4 days one guy has used 3 (now 7) different names and different photos lol. 2 more ‘contacts’ popped up whilst typing this and now I've had 17 'contacts' just today arghhhhhh
Categories:
gripe, anger, computer, humorous, men,
Form: Couplet
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 your cruel rounds of unjustified rage
You smite the harmless poet with old age,
And thus anon halt scribblings of their pen,
And dull his wits beyond their laudable ken.
Perhaps no one has rebuked your wanton brutality,
And maybe you'd grant a poet's pursuit for eternity –
But if in your undue use of force you snuff my breath,
Then at least leave this humble verse in intact health.
Categories:
gripe, cute, time,
Form: Rhyme
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
Categories:
gripe, angst, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, teen,
Form: Lyric