Worker Care Poems | Examples
These Worker Care poems are examples of Care poems about Worker. These are the best examples of Care Worker poems written by international poets.
giggling greta a girl bee from Greece
lollygagged luxuriously on a lady bug beast
buzzing wuzzing worker bees gave her no peace
But she did not care, as her feelings were creased.
All mums are superheroes,
Yes we know.
We have four eyes, arms and legs.
Keeping everybody happy,
And listen to all the complains,
Giving solutions to your problems.
But sometimes superheroes,
Also need a break from reality.
And she wants to go on holiday.
Laying lazy on a hammock,
Sipping on an exotic drink.
While a soft breeze plays with,
Her grey hair.
And sunrays kisses, soothes her wrinkled skin.
With her eyes closed, she listens to the whispering
Of the wind, singing her a special melody.
For all those times she felt so lonely.
When she had to play nurse until late at night.
Or an attorney, when her child was bullied.
Domestic worker, cleaning up behind everyone,
Teacher to figure out what is one plus one.
For all those times, she was fighting against,
The monsters that want to destroy a happy home.
Or the times she was crying alone.
Hiding where no one can see,
She is not that strong.
So next time mum sounds crazy,
Humming out of tune.
Then she lays lazy on her hammock,
Sipping on an exotic drink.
Move faster do not tarry
the words the worker hears
we must now get that roof up
before the coming snow
Work faster do not tarry
the winter storms here
work faster in the rafters
work faster in the stores
work faster do not linger
no laughter on these floors
you are not here to muck around
your lingering deplored
Sometimes, we move to fast in life
don't take the time to see
the beauty that surrounds us
with natures loving seeds
we walk so fast past gardens
and do not see the rose
We walk in haste past rivers
we can not smell the breeze
Sometimes we eat our food too fast
and miss the joy of taste
sometimes we run and can not see
the silence and the fun
Sometimes we miss the birds in flight
the colours and the sounds
wrapped in thoughts of lovers plight
we miss what love abounds
Take the time to listen
take the time to care
Perhaps you might enjoy today
A little slower dear
Two all beef patty,special sauce on sesame bun
But, np pickles, no sauce, meat not even done
I know this not Burger King, have it your way
My burger is in a serious "Disarray"
Fries hard as a rock
They are not even hot
Drink is watered down, because it has been sitting for a while
The worker has the nerves to hand me my food with a smile
People behind me is upset for such a long wait
Your service is a big "Disarray"
Soda all on the floor
Food stains on the doors
I say, if you got time to talk and lean
You got time to get the place clean
This place is in "Total Disarray"!!
old blue old yellow
last pair again no chicks hatch
foster parents work
This refers to a successful non-extinction story. Back in the 70's our black
robin population was down to 7, then the last breeding pair left. Named old blue, yellow after their leg tags. Each breeding season there were eggs but
no chicks hatched. Finally a conservation worker had the idea to foster the eggs to another species. With awesome success. There are now at least 250,
in the black robin population now.
Savanna forest crayons
February 22 ·
White Dresses (Worker poems)
Dry land consist the soil,
that comprises of a grass,
it also consist of the rivers,
with banks of sands-
People are doing work by their hands,
delightfully their eyes are looking into their hands,
Fingers are moving from their palms,
silently they are knitting threads of a cotton wool
from the sheep cotton,
They are using sewing machines,
From their hands into their brains,
They sew creative intelligence to wedding dresses
Thus they make dresses for weddings.
White Dresses
Oh mother mine, you're a friend to the end.
Seen you be a borrower a lender and a fixer of broken men.
You see your sons you have grown, we are true of heart,
You see you've taught us so well to shine bright and find our way in the dark.
I've seen the privilege in your face change, as we’ve grown in time
I wish i could map out and relive those photo’s, retrace all those laughter lines.
I wish i could have half the strength your mind and body have shown.
You see all that I've seen is you love us tooth and bone.
You see all that I've seen is you love us tooth and bone
Oh mother of mine who’s love loves the most
Seen you be a worker, a warrior,a beacon and our lives signpost.
Now the men you have raised are but yours and will never depart
You see you've shown us so well how to live and to love from the heart.
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 bloom.
The family cavalier spaniel
gave company when I was alone.
The park where we walked
gave a fresh breeze to ease my thoughts.
The breath of a fresh breeze
gave new life and inspiration.
The mother playing with her child
gave a moment’s affection.
The lady down the street
gave odd jobs for spare change.
The local food pantry
gave a basket of food.
Its social worker
gave words of comfort.
The brass band in the band shell
gave a song to remember.
The bartender at the corner tap
gave a free whiskey and a hug.
The view out my window at night
gave visions of a town in slumber.
The small town I found
gave what I needed most.
As he pulled out his tattered old wallet
He really only had a very little bit
But he took that money and pulled it all out
Helping another in their time of doubt
She was already running late
And she didn’t have anytime to wait
But she knew the Lord was leading her day
So she listened intently to what her co-worker had to say
Watching the other kids putting her down
She was disheartened by the girls deeply sad frown
So she walked over saying will you be my friend
And she brought all that bullying right to an end
He was tired and just wanted to rest
But his wife was studying for a big test
He pulled up a chair and said how can I help you
And she said, It’s just nice to be next to you
They finally won the big game
And life for them would never be the same
Nor would it be for the little boy with the glove
As he signed it for him in all that push and shove
So if there is one thing from this that you discern
May it be that next time, when it is your turn
That you will rise up, rise above all the rest
And pass one of Gods’ more simpler test