Short Complaint Poems
Short Complaint Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Complaint by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Complaint by length and keyword.
AM NOT A SAINT
I have no complaint
am who I am
some call me sam
my is stack
I don't step back
its a fact
I LOVE
BEING BLACK
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??
Hours, upon the bench she sat,
a winter face, neath summer hat:
beneath, the source of her complaint
a scribbled sign; beware - wet paint
All day, upon the bench she sat
a winter face, neath summer hat;
beneath, the source of her complaint
a scribbled sign; beware - wet paint.
Thy wisdom I question not my Lord, only my inability to comprehend it is my complaint!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
10 November 2016
I've always been good with a sling
And can hit a bird on the wing
But Dave hit a giant
Who was not complaint
And for that, they made him a king?
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
“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.”
The bank clerk filed a complaint
Because her boss tried to acquaint
Himself with her boobs
Felt he had nothing to lose
So, she tied him up with restraint
Rock Hardon just called a staff meeting
To hear a complaint about cheating
Our Xerox machine
Could not be wiped clean
So privates were publicly sheeting
You complain because of racism
There are people born blind
There are people born deaf
There are people born a cripple
And you complain because of racism
A tree outlives the leaves that adorn it
Adapting thus to change without complaint
It thrives without any fear or desire
Stoic, standing erect, resembling a saint
(Series: Silhouettes)
Rising in position
I want to caress the head in joy
Slowly & ask the **** about it complaint
She wants to be confined
& be lost in my mouth
So "Atypical, we Dyslexoids ain't."
On that point, from me, you'll get no complaint.
Being Dyslexic, for some of us rocks;
We're never not thinking outside the box.
"Be it more clearer implied here
Of soul, what is bonded
No closer are we
In reality".
Never a romancer's complaint
With such forlornness shed.
Cannot bring dream wife
Into waking life.
Quant Causing Complaint
Could be caused by something quant;
That had turned into quite a complaint,
Further inspected;
Became connected;
When they would say I was such a saint.
Jim Horn
My only complaint
Is that there's
Nothing you can do that can
Ever please me.
Absolutely,
Not one thing and it
Doesn't mean that you can't try, it just
Means that you'll
Eventually fail.
This is an age-old complaint,
About singers who ain't such saints,
Younger music sounds like trash,
Our eardrums they do bash,
What makes them so tone deaf,'
Try a new career, catch your breath!
candy testing Dracula wanted no help at all
He is so busy I barely see him this fall
The complaint was from his wife, a Zombie tall
You can do better we told her, but it was like talking to a wall
Can't complain
but I'm in pain.
Any way,
It won't
go away
right away.
Why complain?
Nobody
cares
People have their
own affairs.
No complaint
just embrace
with grace
like a Saint.
Knew She Was A Saint
Sun brightly showed on picture she did paint,
And came out naturally without a complaint;
Always perfect;
Could not quit;
When seen always knew that she was a saint.
Jim Horn
in this small village,
we have but one diner
I've sampled their menu before
and have but one complaint
the toast they serve with breakfast
seems like it came from bread
baked at the time of Ramses II
Horse drawn carriages were at the will of the stag
What if he had a scrap with his nagging old nag
Must be the same
In the equestrian game
It's a universal complaint for us male fleabags
Horse drawn carriages were at the will of the stag
What if he had a scrap with his nagging old nag
Must be the same
In the equestrian game
It's a universal complaint for us male fleabags
Horse drawn carriages were at the will of the stag
What if he had a scrap with his nagging old nag
Must be the same
In the equestrian game
It's a universal complaint for us male fleabags