Best Working Day And Night Poems

Oklahoma cowboy, tough coal miner’s son
Born in Henryetta, south of Tulsa some
Raised by daddy’s momma, taught him wrong from right
Daddy taught him ropin’, taught him how to fight
 
Herding made no money, its stock was really down
Mamaw feeling poorly, dad mining at Old Town
December seventeenth,...

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I have nothing tangible to do,
that`s why I`m writing this,
which makes me jobless.

Even though I like to speak on 
behalf of many indigents and unknowns,
making me the voice of the voiceless.

I believe in struggle for survival,
working day and night to better the lots of others,
making...

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There are too many people walking around every single day 
And if you ask them who they are most don't know what to say 
You need to know who you are and how you came to be 
And if you are a child of God...

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Below the fingers reaching, growing
Into darkness, stretching..holding

Feeding above tiny buds of green
Working day and night, beauty unseen

Preparing a mighty fortress strong and bold
To withstand battles, ancients foretold

Above saplings bend supple in summer breeze
Not realizing, soon comes winter's freeze

Life's cycles pass from season to season
Saplings now...

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As one who grew up in a different era,
Pre-Brangeline and Californication -
When shows like Laugh-in or the Dating Game,
Bewitched or Dick Van Dyke were just about
The naughtiest you’d find on your TV -
I'm now chillaxin' with some shows much better!
Despite the violence and the sexploitation,
There’s...

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Moon 
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Once night Gretta Foster sat in the backyard, 
building a rocket ship that ought to take her a-far, 
she had been working day and night - tirelessly, 
hammering, programming, all so dexterously. 
 
Then when the sun arose and sparkled in...

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Everyday I wake up and I go to work
Criticism isn't given to child drug dealers
They understand that everyone needs a way to live
I walk through the slums of Brazil working day and night
I help pay for my siblings so they may eat
But once a week,...

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THE DREAMS

Surely, one day

We will have to get to our way

Forgetting the bad past

Hoping for the good future really fast.



Working day and night

Whether under a torch or a sunlight

Keep succeeding, oh my dear,

Keeping the things in the mind very clear.



Your nightmares should scare you

And the...

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We are the children of time 
That big round clock 
Arms like arrows 
Not a minute to be wasted 
In this precious cycle 
Of ambition 
We succeed 
While hearts bleed
Yet we go on and on. 
Growing up isn't tough 
Mature before puberty 
Nature versus nurture...

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Working day and night for minimum wage,
Building rage because the feeling of being locked in a cage,
Dreaming of my time on stage.

I don't want this life forever!
Struggling to keep it together,
In a relationship that wont last a day past forever!

Hair on fleek, swag on 110,
soul...

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Once married to a Nigerian man, mean and cruel
Who pretty much thought I needed to follow only his rules

Once married to a Nigerian, he had one intention, his 'green card'
I will continue to fight Immigration in that regard

Love from him was not a factor beginning...

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They toil away
unacknowledged and unseen
working day and night
fleecing the scene
they know all your ins and outs
steadfastly collecting 
everything 
they can on you... Meet

The Lint Factory Inc....

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In the trees
Small fields
Cloudy skies

A camo boy 
Destined to be a man.

In the streets
Between buildings
Bright grey sky's 

A suburban girl
Destined to escape.

Looking up they see the same 
sun.
Looking up they see the same 
moon.

Looking out tho it's a different 
view.
The boy sees a country
The girl...

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People and places faces and names,
the vicious cycle of endless mind games.
oh those who have lost their way
and found themselves on a playground where one pays 
before one plays
working day and night on deeds that can never be won 
earning the title of inevitably spun...

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When are we going to be free from these
Monsters?; when I think of them I hiss,
One attacks the skin,eye,blood and other parts,
Which has led to the deaths of many hearts,
Men in coats are working day and night for a cure,
The world prays, but this seems...

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