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Work Death Poems | Death Poems About Work

These Work Death poems are examples of Death poems about Work. These are the best examples of Work Death poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Free verse |

The Slum dwellers


There exists a world where the traffic lights don’t work…. Welcome to the Slums We the slum dwellers… The ones condemned at birth by virtue of our parents biting poverty The ones with no prospects, no options, no apologies This is our story…. Morning light ushers in a crude awakening to realities better left in nightmares. The dash to the community bathroom - for those brave enough to risk tainting by the oozing, bubbling faeces (provided of course that they have the cash to pay for the toilet) The rest of us make use of polythene flying toilets –woe unto anyone passing nearby. Forget about breakfast – meals are a luxury Next stop: Trek to the industrial area Goal: To find any work needing muscle and employees too poor to care about meager wages and industrial law. Sweat, sweat, and more sweat. Work overtime, without protective gear, without lunch break, without job security. And for what – peanuts. Hand-to-mouth: Live for the day. The wheel of poverty rotates at superhuman speed. Alighting equals death – death in the form of the way out - Boy child: Criminal gang Girl child: Sea of prostitution The only reprise comes from the misfortune of others. Siphoning fuel from a tanker, death is death is death, be it from petrol burns or starvation. Tapping electricity from faulty lines – it’s not as if the council will willingly connect us with the commodity. Being used as mercenaries by greedy businessmen and powerful politicians – work is work, right? Free primary education –don’t make me laugh. Rapes, murders, theft –just another day gone by. In a world where people are a rule to themselves, only one rule remains: Do what you have to do to survive another day. Period.


Details | Free verse |

'God selected the perfect rose'


your voice now silent never to see you smile again you left us heartbroken unprepared shocked to silence we remember your laughter and your “I can go on attitude” never complaining just being you even when fighting this battle we'll never know why you had to leave us so soon we'll always wonder we'll always have questions God knew your journey was complete when He selected the perfect rose for His garden today--- IN LOVING MEMORY OF A FRIEND AND COLLEAGUE, MICHELLE SCHULTZ 26092011 We, at BABS miss you already
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Details | Bio |

Maurice Glenn Turner and Randy Thompson: Fallen Heroes

Glenn Turner and Randall "Randy" Thompson were the best police officer and volunteer firefighter in all of Cobb County, Georgia, until March 1995 (WWF Monday Night Raw and WWF Wrestle-Mania XI) and January 2001 (Raw Is War, WWF SmackDown!, and the WWF Royal Rumble) when their lives were taken away from their loving families by Julia Lynn Womack: aka the "Black Poisoning Widow." It seems that it was these two guys in uniform who married the same woman, especially when she was after their money, totaling hundreds and thousands of dollars, even in life insurance. Glenn and Randy have been killed by a deadly liquid by the form of Etheline Glycol rich antifreeze; Lynn Turner used it to spike that of lime-flavored gelatin (green Jell-O), sweet iced tea, and chicken noodle soup. Now, how cold-blooded was that? But to be honest, Maurice G. Turner and Randy Thompson, God rest their souls, really never should've met this gold digging assassin named Julia Lynn Womack (who's now dead) to begin with. Their families, their colleagues, and the citizens of Cobb County, Georgia, they still don't understand why the lives of these two men have to end in a tragic manner. They've got a bunch of whole lives ahead of them. But now that Lynn Turner, who killed both her police officer husband and her firefighter boyfriend, is dead, she can't hurt anyone else ever again. Randall and Glenn are no longer with their friends and families (including their moms), but their spirits will live on forever and they'll see their loved ones in heaven one day. And as for Julia Lynn Womack-Turner, she got what was coming to her and may she burn in the giant pit of inferno for all eternity.


Details | Free verse |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


Details | Epithalamium |

Eulogy for Wangari Maathai


Wangari Maathai is not dead 
I roll back my tear
Peer from my window
Deep the grooming forest

Switch off my radio
Tear the headline
I refuse the epitaph
I write no word

Her monument must sprout 
Beyond the canopy
She died to defend

Let Wangari not die
Mother of mother nature
Where she lives!


Details | Narrative |

Marla

Marla was a friend of mine I knew from working at UTMB Over 10 years we worked together In the department of pathology Though we actually worked In two different locations there We still became pretty good friends Leaving me memories of times we shared Besides her friendship with me To all, Marla was very helpful She knew her job exceptionally well And was always professional Our department felt confident As we knew Marla was the one To work in an accurate manner And get any task completely done Marla attended a few SSP luncheons We would both go there to meet She came as my guest a few times And we would save each other a seat I’ll carry the memories of Marla With me throughout my living years I know that when it’s my time to go She’ll be saving a good seat for me up there Florence McMillian (Flo)


Details | Pantoum |

In Her Teen

We know her future could be bright
If not for death that snatched her dream
She was the queen among her mates
The few she left here said it all

If not for death that snatched her dream
While on earth she nurtured the best
The few she left here said it all
A jewel worth many to pens

While on earth she nurtured the best
She was the queen of her mates
The few she left here said it all
We know her future could be bright


Details | I do not know? |

Mama I got it

I'll be damned

What did doctor ..say?

You got 3 good years..

Your wrong doctor...!

I need you mama..

Well you can't come here.

Why?

You just can't bring it here...

Where will I go?

don't know ...but not here!

I cried for someone to hold me..

I called my sponsor Craig

I need a place to live?

He said you can sleep in front room

I did ok

I still hurt

didn't know what to do.

Depended on the giving nature of strangers.

Learned what I needed to know

Wish I could speak to mama..

But I need to move on. Why?

Because mama I got! HIV






This happens a good bit, but know that you will be ok just like me..30 yrs HIV  survivor..my names TG  Green


Details | Pastoral |

Seeking The Registrar

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A lie slowly becomes' Mercy
As the truth suddenly becomes'
   Crystal clear,
           However,
There comes' a time where
Life has equated itself with Death
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           And yet,
The implications' so unclear
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And then death has made off
With it's own consumption
           Of Will
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As it breaches' it's own
     Confidence inundate....
And has blended it's own 
           Way threw...
As We seek the resound
Sound know as the "Registrar"
He make's Legions' of me and you
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When we do appear before him
Fore He is far beyond man
      So repetitiously clear
He makes' short work of perdition
  In the deliverance of all man
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And He delivers' sanity soulfully at will
      It is the "Just" among man
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Then in a chasm like appurtenance
   It becomes Evil Incorporate
             Evil on demand
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     He then reveals' himself
               -For-
He is but a creation threw time
      He brings superstition
He play's with the mind
And this He has been doing
   Since the beginning
         Of time

                          GF


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








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