Best Workers Poems
Workers LamentIts 6 am
And that bloddy alarm goes off again.
Just another half an hour I plead,
But the alarm doesn't listen, the alarm doesn't heed.
Washed and dressed, reluctantly I head for my car,
A 20 minute drive, work is not very far.
The parking gods are good and...
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Categories:
workers, angst, me, smile,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Ofw - Overseas Filipino WorkersOh If Double You
What can you do?
Your salary is coming
Time to pay the due
You're away from home ...
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Categories:
workers, work
Form:
Rhyme
Categories:
workers, family, life,
Form:
Haiku
The Sex-WorkersThe sex-worker’s woe
Can be eliminated
If we treat them well...
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Categories:
workers, inspirational, people, political, social,
Form:
Haiku
911—underground Overtime Night Workers (Acrostic)Nine Eleven—a dark day lives of many workers were stolen away
Individuals worked all night; stayed; without seeing the light of day
Nose to the grindstone below floor level they labored productively
Effectively moving papers, stacks, racks, speedily and so selectively
Encouraged basement overtime; more taxes paid; they worked...
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Categories:
workers, history, introspection, life, loss,
Form:
Acrostic
Unhappy Co-Workers LamentWell, you went on vacation,
which is legal I suppose!
I guess you felt you needed rest.
From what, God only knows!
I know the other girls are missing you.
I know they really care.
They keep saying "We wish the hell she'd hurry back
so she could do her share"!
The janitors...
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Categories:
workers, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Night WorkersWell it doesn't really matter, if you have riches or you’re poor,
When you get that bellyache, you know you’ll be heading for,
That little house way down the back, where the comforts made for you,
So you can sit and read the paper, when there’s a job...
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Categories:
workers, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Categories:
workers, satire, sensual, sexy,
Form:
Haiku
Miracle WorkersIn the dank, dreary domain of leeches
bloodsuckers swim willy-nilly,
hither and thither in the murk.
Aquatic bloodhounds
sniffing the water, they zero in on lunch,
a warm barefoot or a leg will do just fine.
Like vampire bats,
they numb their bite, so it's painless.
Both the stuff of nightmares
and a...
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Categories:
workers, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Faith WorkersStrange to think
looking at these lines of ink
that once upon a time
all I wanted was a dime
to buy another drink
so I didn't have to think.
And then, from two men I never met
came a spiritual safety net
into a wasted life
full of pain and strife.
Suddenly, I was...
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Categories:
workers, faith
Form:
Couplet
2020 the Year They Called Health Care Workers Heroes2020 the year they called healthcare workers heroes
We seen this virus coming it came from far away, just not knowing when it would get here or how long it would stay.
We closed all borders and left ships to sail at sea, we saw this pandemic...
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Categories:
workers, inspiration,
Form:
Restaurant WorkersOh, you wonderful restaurant workers,
I guess you're glad it's over
Mother's Day the biggest day
The demands at work,
I know you well deserve your pay
Idiot customers,
Insolent, abusive
Think that you're
worth naught
Little realizing
the potential revenge
They may have just bought
Like adulterated food
To repay your stupid mouth,
If you knew what they...
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Categories:
workers, life, on work and
Form:
Free verse
SequestrationI never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room.
The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces.
This is my cohabitation with an industrial generator.
But I’ve graduated from the torment.
My attitude detours trance-like into pockets of thought.
It is either that...
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Categories:
workers, death, loneliness, longing, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Baltimore HeatIn heat
the pulse of your streets.
I've heard the crack
of hard political whips
that pinch the air.
Cores of human topography,
your aging neighborhoods.
Your people kick cans
counting gravel like jewels,
while chiselers roast dogs
in the courthouse.
Swine flu kills
the papers.
And already the sky is
feverish.
In your train tunnels
a violinist plays pianissimo.
I've...
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Categories:
workers, community, corruption, extended metaphor,
Form:
Political Verse
Yearning To BreatheWe are the workers of this nation,
making less than it takes to survive.
We are the farmer in the cornfield,
the cowboy out on a cattle drive.
Factory drones at minimum wage,
the waitress that’s making even less.
We are all looking for that ladder,
to help us out of this...
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Categories:
workers, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme