Best Social Worker Poems

His hand reached out to mine, open, 
Holding it, I smiled, our eyes danced with understanding, 
Form and blush outlined his expectations, 
But I could...

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Net working hard,
Even to the UNO,ILO and HR organizations,
Twenty four hours a day,
All the seven days,
All holidays,
No quota of leave,
Unpaid,
Free,
A genuine social worker!...

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I am not who you call me if that's what you mean
I do not flatter egos
With glitz and glamor of words while the obscene
Condition of...

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Someone in a small town
gave me a place after losing my home.
The window of my room in the morning
gave waking visions of a yard in...

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Let its light of peace
Not be shaded by
The bullets and bombs.

Let the wounds cut and shot
By some senseless
Not scatter terror around it.

Let a few blind...

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Growing up she got shuffled around,
not really gaining any family bonding ground,
her foster parents always cutting her lose,
too much to handle was always the excuse,
she...

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Facing a street kid pleading for bread, I was gripped with mixed feelings, especially that I  had in my possession purchased goods for our...

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Well, Pop is resting now.

He didn’t get to go home on Thursday. The Oncologist 
wanted him to have either Hospice or Home Health Care.
 ...

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The past scampers out of view. 
Like the paw prints of a cat running to the bush.
The wheel of time follows no straight line.
As we...

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thirteen year old boy 
south central 
stagnating pond 
in a ten mile universe 

he had dreams 
aspirations 
knew there was more 
education, it propels 
he...

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My future happiness depended upon school, 
They’re understanding of religious older parents,
Them constraining them with supervision, 
So that I could have autonomy in my garments....

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His Room
by Edmund Siejka
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A few also rented words by David Archuletta:
"A Writing style technique that hides with an evasiveness, while still long steeped in confusion." 

The above Copyrighted...

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She hears it with her eyes and ears, you see it in her smile;
She hears it in the smell and say...Oh you cook so well.
And...

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My children be over my sister house.
Oland got scratched by his cousin with a twig in my mother’s front yard.
My children are grown now.
Why is...

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