Work Group Poems | Examples
These Work Group poems are examples of Group poems about Work. These are the best examples of Group Work poems written by international poets.
In group work
You must know
How to appreciate
The strength of others
Talent can be used
To harmony with others.
In a group
You have to be patience
Wear resistance
Able to solve the knot
Open your heart
The work will progress.
confussion and frustration
made the task a chore
it favored longety which
at first evaluation
of the work had been ignored
in referance to the group
we were straong and committed
but in labor
we were divided
and uncommitted.
I felt cheap and used
like a man who wished
more attention from his
lover.
I must sort the collected
bunch
to then label and
make inventory
according to fiber strenght
and stone value
monodisperse silca
and kenaf ramie
Corundum Degelman i
curses these stones
a plie high to the ceiling.
Gneiss Schulte I curse
these men that labor
me in such reeling
Titanium Zirconium
that I must crush the valueless stones
and sort those of vsalue
must i chore
that they are evasive and lazy
that I must labor alone
Standing in the middle of the promised land
Searching for a platform to make my stand
Stepped into a world it's hard to stay
Looking for a toehold and a chance to play
Telling different stories, my life’s unclear
And my explanation I am sure creates fear
I AM A POLITICAL HEIR
SOME COURTS AWARD, WHEN I SHINE, I GLARE
The next one in the white house; oh what’s their name
Were looking for our next goat, someone else to blame
Woke up in a fog with my work boots on
Wondering about a paycheck, but the memory’s gone
I AM A POLITICAL HEIR
SOME COURTS AWARD WHEN I SHINE, I GLARE
She was beautiful. A cascading waterfall of intertwining braids, piercing steel blue eyes. They cut through my heart like a slash to the chest, glinting in the harsh sunlight. Her prideful smile, her daring laugh. She was beautiful, and she was lonely.
I saw her standing alone everywhere. As she gazed upon slumbering beasts in their cages, no one was by her side. As she sat in the booth, impatiently tapping her fingernails upon the table, she waited on wine for one.
I began noticing her, picking her out from the rest. She started to notice me too. Those eyes. They defined her, her defiance, her swagger. They shot a harpoon into mine, connecting us.
I was scared, though. Scared to ask her to come with me, scared to take her from her solitude. One day, though, she couldn't bring herself to even lift her head. Tears flowed down her face as rivers flow downhill. When she eventually acknowledged my presence, she silently pulled off her jacket to reveal her sleeve of bruises. She was beautiful, and she deserved better.
What you know about going out
no food in your mouth no food in the fridge
put in work to earn stripes for the right to not have to fight
as a kid
stay protected
group home brothers
looking out for one another
backing up each other
system kids can you feel me
stay rowing the boat until they kill me
this is the real me
fake mc's will get straight dusted from the pain i been through
its sharp like a ginsu
hope i don't offend you
not going to pretend to
be something i am not
like a crack dealer on a block
or a killer with the glock
i will admit i know how to use a shotgun
but not to kill someone just use it for fun
shoot the cans on the log
not hurt no one
its the way i aggress to release the stress
stuck in the system doing my best
to pass their emotional psychotic test
beat my fist to my chest
screaming oh yes i am the best
and i expect nothing less. -TA
ALONE IN A GROUP
I sit gazing at the big box
With less work to do and many things to think.
The man next to me is busy at work so full
And a lady, anxious of her own looks.
The Secretary of the office is filled with piles of files
And is often on phone on the floor.
And I got nothing
But to think of all this what I look around in a group
The attendant falls in with a cup of tea
And all eagerly break their ‘busy’ work just to speak.
Some men and women stand and talk loudly
Not really to talk but to show that they can.
Among all, a peon stares at the ceiling only for just a minute
Not like me for hours together.
He whistles, chuckles and always carries a smile
Never is he seen in a mood so fascinated like us
And here, my gaze is fixed on the box
Like many on the Clocks
The Sun waved good bye
And all rose up from seats
Looked hurriedly at the door;
Looking at each other with smiles
Only just to say goodbye.
Good bye in a hurry!
The lights are off; the game is up
The game of playing together to win Loneliness.
Group Gestalt
Group Gestalt
Individuals in groups not relating to the whole group
(Humanity) {wait that seems a bit too much let us break this down to a
subhuman group [the lieberry patrons]} start to say out loud things that mean very
little to the rest of us then there ought to be a LAW given that governs this under
rude or noise among us. When a group larger than a two gets started there
should be a trap door underneath the carpet to take them on the conveyer belted.
Noise is then deleted and calm and peace return in the manner of a wooded
shelter in a glade with Japanese lanterns all around the square headed dragon
leaning down to eat the patrons of the bookstore in the square lantern jawed
man as he turns into the dragon waiting there. This is a Zen thing a group
gestalted.
The other day,
while driving down the road,
I saw a group of heroes,
in their usual working mode.
It could be a fire,
to which they were heading to respond,
or maybe a medical emergency,
whichever, they go above and beyond.
They don't think of themselves as heroes,
as they go along their way,
they are just doing their job,
answering calls as they may.
But to the diabetic in crisis,
and the heart patient too,
and to the people whose homes are on fire,
they are heroes through and through.
So next time you see these heroes,
salute them with pride,
for putting their life on line,
that you and I might survive.