Best Worklife Poems
She tries to raise her right, hoping to win the good fight
Praying that her daughter is safe and trying to feel right
Never seems considered with the unimportance of everything
If love were items, get a bigger table for what she brings
Her heart and mind are full but inside seeming to disagree
She never asks for anything more than days being pain free
Life was not ever given and she does not expect it will be
But everyone knows life is not meant to be lived in misery
One day she will get to the bottom of what is plaguing her
School and work are diversions in between times to recover
She is open-heartedly candid and singular in a lot of ways
Living her life under the sun looking for any sort of rays
Today is a new day you hope it will be great but is can be hell if you are not careful.
Always think of good things all the time I know this is hard to do but if you do it all your
days will always be good. If you take time to just be nice to someone look around you
will see the good and the bad. See thinking good though will make life not so sad all
you need is a dream. One that will make you see life is not all that bad.
In life it seems like all I do it chase the world. The more I chase the world the more I
miss out on life. So the more I miss out on life the more I want to chase the world.
PLEASE NOTE THIS IS NOT MY POEM...I WANTED TO POST IT ANYWAY BECAUSE IT'S
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I Chose to Look the Other Way.
I could have saved a life that day,
But I chose to look the other way.
It wasn't that I didn't care,
I had the time, and I was there.
But I didn't want to seem a fool,
Or argue over a safety rule.
I knew he'd done the job before,
If I spoke up, he might get sore.
The chances didn't seem that bad,
I'd done the same, he knew I had.
So I shook my head and walked by,
He knew the risks as well as I.
He took the chance, I closed an eye,
And with that act, I let him die.
I could have saved a life that day,
But I chose to look the other way.
Now every time I see his wife,
I'll know I should have saved his life.
That guilt is something I must bear,
But it isn't something you need share.
If you see a risk that others take,
That puts their health or life at stake,
The question asked, or thing you say,
Could help them live another day.
Day after day same monotonous routines
Work and more work is that all it means
From this moment onwards until I'm old,
Be walking to work, rain, snow and cold
Depressed and lifeless beyond belief
I'll be frail and old before I find relief
Tired and bleary and eyes like lead
Thinking, can it be any worse if I was dead
Where there are no more worries or heartache
But I have to struggle with life, for my family's sake
So similar are the days, they all seem hazy
Another 50 odd years left, I can see myself going crazy
I want to sleep for an eternity. And wake up refreshed
Ready to take on the years that are left
But that dream I'll have to wait for, for when I'm in my grave
Knowing my luck, it'll be my old dull life that I'll crave
But where there is a will ... I'll find a way
I will battle up life's hill. Day after day
Like many who have come and gone before me,
I will survive and succeed, just wait... you'll see
I go through life not sure what to find so many thing I have on my mind. I must find
then one by one before I die this must be done. With these things on my mind I don’t
know what to do. All these things make me a little blue so I must find them one by one
so I can free my mind. If they are in front of my eyes I cannot see too many things they
are making my blind. All these things I must find so as I go through life I will be sure of
what to find.
Living Today
By BJ Welsh
Waiting for the answer to come
Makes one’s life even more hum drum
Sitting and staring without any news
Is an impossible feat if that’s what you choose
How much longer can one be idle?
Losing one’s outlook as well their title
It’s easy to say just keep busy
The thought of moving makes one dizzy
It’s time to get over it, the pain of error
A life one used to treasure
But did you really believe that theory
Or did you grow tired and a bit weary?
Yourself or others, for whom did you live?
Did you really have all to give?
Suddenly, you put an end to it all
Now you have to accept the fall
Moving on is not so easy
The thought would make anyone queasy
Looking for acceptance in a loving place?
First try your young child’s face
I have a disability I’ve had my whole life long.
My memory disappears whenever things go wrong,
My first memory was wondering where and who on earth was I.
And who were all the people that I did espy,
When we moved to our first house, it struck me yet again.
Thank goodness my brother came along on his bike just then.
My mother came outside, and looked familiar so I followed her within.
I actually thought that I was normal, when I was very small.
They took my hand when I went out, so it mattered not at all.
Ingrained habits kept me in the yard, with my friends, and at their knee.
I was such a quiet thoughtful child, they were happy to let me be.
Who am I and where am I, became my quiet refrain.
But I didn’t worry because they always there to call my name.
My parents never caught on, no not once, never at all…
I actually acted like everyone else when I was very small.
I looked normal to others so alone I had to carry on.
Then I went to ballet class, I studied so very hard… for oh so long.
The day of the recital I lost it all in front all where I wanted to belong.
My mother thought it stage fright, and finally took me from the throng.
What good was it doing, she thought, if I did not want to learn the dance?
And then I realized to live my life I’d have to work hard for every chance.
And if I had an argument with a friend, it was over oh so fast.
For the stress made me forget and my life became recast.
So if they didn’t come around for a while I didn’t really care.
Because I would soon forget they had ever even been there.
Eventually they would come back and my memory would come back.
Then off we’d go to play again as I studied how to avoid another attack.
When asked what I wanted to play, I’d smile at them you see…
And they’d be happy as I said, “whatever you want is ok with me.”
But do not think to pity me for my stubbornness is truly limitless.
After 12 and ½ years in college… I became for 30 years, a true Chemist.
I raised a son and held my own in a world that couldn’t understand me.
But with all those bouts of confusion the world still became my cup of tea.
Quiet, stubborn, hiding my pain, and with lots of daily notes…
Lots of time spent studying ways around my problems, I would devote…
My family had no pity, just the charge to get out there with mankind.
And here I am successful at 58, now with poetry on my mind.
I CALL THIS THE PYRAMID OF LIFE AND THE BIRD'S EYE VIEW OF IT.
A
single,
little bird,
is flying high
above a rainbow.
Even though it is small,
it believes that everything
can forever be accomplished.
No matter how hard the struggle,
it will work hard to succeed in it's life.
Whatever comes it's way, it will be true
to it's heart...and with the Lord on it's side,
the bird will be happy. Even if the bird does'nt
achieve it's goals, it will be satisfied with the life
that it has. Life is what the little bird will make of it.
The moral of this story is...no matter what life throws
your way...be joyous with what you have and cherish it.
Live life to the fullest, as if it may be the last day on earth.
Dawn D. Kilby
Copyright ©2008 Dawn D. Kilby
Tainted Oilman Hayward, geologist-in-chief
Oddly opined amidst deep misery and grief
He said the oil spill would have a modest impact
Did not want the “small people” to over-react
Yachtsman saw a “tiny” leak in the “big ocean”
Wanted to stop the oil spill, without commotion
Did not grasp the urgency of the Gulf Coast plight
Until the president said you will “make it right”
Then, he agreed the spill caused “massive disruption”
Touched his own life, with a massive interruption
Frustrated Hayward said he wanted his life back
While oil spill victims tried to keep their lives on track
His self-serving words invoked disbelief and wrath
Spread swiftly and portended his demotion path
After facing lawmakers on Capitol Hill
Hayward flew to London for a yacht racing thrill
Gulf Coast residents became extremely upset
They could not relax while the oil was still a threat!
Rebuked and scorned in each befuddled Gulf Coast town
The embattled yachtsman was ordered to stand down
Hayward got his life back, in a timely fashion--
More free days to pursue his yacht racing passion
Being average is not enough for a reward,
resolve to do better and be a champion...
someone moving forward, not going backward;
keep your focus on resolution, don't lose direction.
If I had done that, I would have a fewer regrets,
been more confident and enjoyed life more as the true achievers;
are the deligent ones ever influenced by dissidence?
No, they're strong-minded and take great risks without dilemmas!
I would have been much happier, stronger and healthier,
if I had diverged and taken another path...
by not listening to those voices of dissuasion that
increased my distraught, throwing me into disorder.
I have learned as others have and defeating my plans,
I conquered nobody or nothing and nearly ceased to exist...
I couldn't give or feel joy as my outlook on life was the worst;
today, I'm resolving to do better by not forfeiting my chances.
Hebetudinous life slipping away,
With the tick tock of the clock
Killing me every disgruntling second,
Of every bloody hour of every day
This preposterous plague of sadness
Prohibiting my pleasures
Dictating the dose strength of my badness
In its self-contradictory unbalanced measures
Do we have to live this way?...
We suppose to have an equal balance of choices…
In life
Not a spunkless ride on an emotionally, impetuous,
Inconsolable, nagging wife
Or numbed in a repetitive dull pointless job
In the pursuit of happiness being over worked under paid
While the credit crunch rides cataclysmic waves and we say “No Prob”
Can’t even come home and release the stress, oversexed under laid
The morbid thought of attaining lottery success
Just so we can shaft the misses and work place
I suppose those that have is bliss I must confess
To pull down your pants, bend over and say “in your face”
Hmmmm
The Hebetudinous life slipping away,
With the tick tock of the clock
Killing me every disgruntling second,
Of every bloody hour of every day
I proclaim you of value
Not because you possess me
But because I am the symbol
Of your imagined needs
From the world
If you don't have me in your life
You will suffer
If you have me in your life
You will look on others who don't
Watch them die
And you will suffer
Believe in me
Cherish the freedom
Only I can give you
Fix your gaze on me
And never look away
I am your only hope
For a just and better world
SHEPHERD ----MOST SIMPLEST TO BE IN THE WORLD.....IS IT?
I have a army of hundreds of sheeps
Following me on the mountainous trips
I sit along the Mango tree
They look happy when I set them free
Dancing on my flute they rejoice
Eating food of their own choice
I have a gun which I use for security
Protecting them is my only Duty
Life heres beautiful without any tension
Nothing to worry about the future Pension
Enjoying life is my only Goal,
Live life king size
Till the last breath in your soul
Nothing to ask for More O'LORD
Greatful to you for making me a SHEPHERD.
------YASHU
My life is mine but not mine alone.
I fly a supply ship to help my fellow comrades.
I risk my life for my country and my family.
It I died today - I know I did good in this world.
If my life is taken by twelve midnight tonight, all I regret is not seeing my little
girl's face.
As I fly towards my goal, my engine is shot down.
I haven't failed yet, but soon I will leave Earth with my head held high and knowing I did
good.
written on 11/11/10