Drudging Poems | Examples

spring into it

Spring semester has started.
We’re all immersed in the ritual of change
and totally committed to that descent into madness
to the relentless drabness, the flatness, the blandness
for the hours, days and weeks of study
and a bone-deep fatigue that’s actually funny

We’ll live at the edge of intensity
near the the corner of drudging
and gather around the printer
at the media center
like a secular rite of passage

I think I need a daily grind—to keep my mind busy.
What’s wrong with me, that when I’m on vacation, I miss it?
What if work/study is one of my bone-marrow-deep love languages?
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Songs for this:
Happy Dreamer by Laid Back
Easier Said Than Done by Thee Sacred Souls
(You're Better) Than Ever by illuminati hotties

Defiance

Cling not, to currents of kleptocracy.
Seek not, slithering shortcuts.
Like molding wood in molten guts -
Revolutionary, make that your story. 

Slanderous slogans of snakes
dull deep, deaden desires.
Drudging dogma deludes the mind,
souls shattered, silenced in stupidity.

No magic mantras maketh life,
metal mentality striking strife.
The wills of wills travel far
above belligerence and bars.

Embrace death, you do not, before time.
Embrace death, you do not, for crime.
Beyond cataclysm, behold chances.
Seek forth wisdom and esperances.

Powerful Togetherness

Written: December 11, 2023
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While drudging impresses to cease,
        Within the ethereal forbearance of night
        And the cosmic vast space is stormless,
        From the hour of darkness until daylight,
        And anxiousness is ultimately formless
Imbrication is referred to as "Peace."

Imbroglio, languor, and hidden disarray
       This parade of nimble cued is wordless
       This will never genuinely be worthless,
       This is increasing beyond nerveless
       This spinning wheel is reverseless,
The periphery of the panacea display.

Just Rain At Dusk

those drudging blues
spat upon by smudging greys
pulsating with suns
sinking tendrils
rains might has bent each leaf head
and from its benevolent praise
nights perfume cloud
slowly infiltrates
rainbow slicked petrol inked puddles
show echoes of stars that were..once

Gloomy

It’s a gloomy day ~
All the clouds are grey
They seem in dismay
Sun’s not come to play
The wind does not stay
The leaves do not sway
No charming display
A drudging weekday
What do they convey?
 ~ It’s a gloomy day



written on 08.17.2021

A Jackson

The pearl-gray sky of early morning
harmonized with my mood;
color without color
life without meaning;
as I wandered through the streets
at a loss; no job.

My downcast eyes;
eye contact unsought;
watching my feet step by drudging step,
came across a twenty-dollar bill,
discarded, dropped, abandoned?
It lay there, slightly grubby;
as money often is.

To lose a twenty bill, I thought
for someone could be the difference;
food or hunger,
others; just a gamble;
on some bright spinning reels of chance.
But here it was:
Twenty dollars on the ground,
Andrew, staring at me; tempting.

A moments troubled hesitation;
I move on
and leave the twenty where it lay
for someone needier than I to find.

Yellow sunshine pierces the gray
My back straightens
my walk is brisker, zippy.


$ Poetry Contest placed 1st
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Date wrote: 13-June-2021

Never Made Dinner

It's a tale of a hero
And his sale as zero
He held his hopes in the morning
And end in the blend of the moaning

He had hopes of a champion
He used the strength of a stallion
His toiling visible to the drudging hoes
His endurance praised by friends and foes

In the dusk aroused a villain
Who licked and sapped his sweat's rain
He fought the adverse head chivalrously 
But the villian broke dinner's neck vivaciously

I wished in Israel is still a Seer
Who could tell a man he wouldn't make dinner

Tortured Souls

Drudging at the foot of despondency 
I dwell
floating in-between the far and the now
too tired to stand
knowing I'll be knocked back down
kicked and beaten 
by my own inner beast
a feast of undue proportion
salted and dried
a fortunate misfortune

nipping at my wounds
bleeding out 
failed opportunities
bringing me eternal death

for is that where my love lies in wait
with one foot planted in the darkness
the other eclipsing my moon

trust me when I whisper I want you
like a shadow needs her sun
the wind blowing off the sea
the clouds drifting away
you drifting to me

the sun will set in time
but for now
I let go of the mind
and become free

Thundering

A silence
Drawing
Drudging
Driving
Drumming
Drilling
Louder than
A drone
Rushing like a river
A mill
A power plant
In a hurry
Wild with fury
Roaring past
Resounding
Late for the 
End of time



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on October 2, 2019

Swim Away--

...Quietly commands the waters,
swiftly like a dead sailor;
Why does the tuna smell?
Small, stormy ships calmly command a warm, 
Dolphins laugh and chatter;
What happens and where is Charlie Tuna;
guess he's dead drudging;
As he's eaten by an Alaskan bear;
If guilty, swim away from there...

8/4/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Dawn

Black is the night filled with fright.
The darkness hiding things from sight.
 A pain inside, such a feeling you cannot hide.
 Overwhelmed by emotion, can’t shake the notion.
 Eyelids sharp as razor blades imprinted images never fade. 
Desperate for some sleep, the wounds run deep.
 The days are taunting, as dreams are haunting.
 Drudging up the past, how does the pain last, a day, a week, a month, a year, shamelessly cloven in fear.
 Waiting for the night that I see the light.

Sonnets N Free Verse

we are drudging along
old horses pulling
candle light dinner
every  day
writing sonnets in iamb-
ic pentameter to pl-
ease the lords for
daily bread and 
wine evry day
under the booming je
ts an spirallin rock-
ets in the global
village they po-
st free verse
and starve
passion

A Lover's Tale

As we raised ridges on reluctant lands
Our poor spirits wallowed on dwarfed harvest
Castle offered solace to her drudging hands
And she threw my sanguine name off her chest

In the king's arms she twit our blooming love
And rummage pride and diamonds at his feet
Such towering aloft drudge and ill-luck
That spread arms around the girdle of my wits

Her face neither subdue' darkness like sun spark
Nor blur the lustful glimpse of curious eyes
But like shy stars, she twinkles in the dark
And time would not her virtuous glows short-size

I pray passionate venom leaves her flesh
That my gray love might possess her afresh

Abtruse Psyche

In the midst of
nothingness,
Searching through
darkness,
Embracing
loneliness,
Comprehending
vagueness,

Befriending
uncertainties,
Playing with
vulnerabilities,
Absorbing
obscurities,
Appreciating
difficulties,

Drudging
malfunctions,
Living with
illusions,
Addicted to
intrusions,
Slave of
temptations,

Tortured Souls

We are men with tortured souls,
Forged to fray for what is right,
Drudging through piercing blows,
Focused upon a dimming light.

Lurching through the darkest path,
Confounded by our cynical ways,
As we daunt others with our wrath,
Feel our essence begin to decay.

Relish the ones we hath loss,
Mourn the ones we neglect,
Spawn our domain from chaos,
Cursed to never truly connect.

Worn by our callused heart,
Empowered by intense grief,
Watch us get torn apart,
Awaiting death's sweet relief.

Only our sorrows remain,
As we pay the devil's tolls,
All we feel now is pain,
We are men with tortured souls.

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