Hard Work Poems - Poems about Hard Work

Hard work

The early bird will catch the prize,
The late one watches as time flies.

Start working now, don't wait too long,
Or dreams will fade before they're strong.

Let people talk and have their say,
Stay silent—let success display.

Fly so high and reach the sky,
Their words below will pass you by.

Learn and fight, stay strong, hold tight,
Don't give up—your future's

Win's Feathers

An impotent soul wrapped with a police seal
Married a merchant and stopped bearing Jill
everyone must care, that’s how it feels
traps of superiority placed like banana pills
mutual respect losing every match five-to-nil
demanding the showering of majestic praises so unreal
that are schemed and manufactured from a rusted mill
to cover a void that can never be filled.

Confidence owns

I could not talk about it, so I wrote a poem

Hard work and success go together, 
As a human being, we are recognized with awards and honors, 
But there are many creatures in the world, 
Those who work very hard, never recognized, but achieve their goals. 

The ants, with their tiny bodies and mighty strength, 
Toil tirelessly, hoping they will never lose, 
They carry burdens,

Hard work

Success doesn't happen overnight it comes from hard work and determination to go the extra mile

Hard work

I've always done physical labor - just to know I'm alive and what my limits are

My life my mantra

My life my mantra

I often question my purpose for being here, 
Whoever our creator has not made himself clear, 
I had a cracking start, but what goes up must come down 
And although I tried so hard to wear my smile as a crown,
it wasn't long until things began to fall apart, 
And Life became

Hard Work for Me is Child's Play

   I love my job
     I work all day

   Hard work for me
     is child’s play 

   Labor is its own reward
     And, you know, I’m never bored

   Yet every week’s
    

Was it Worth the Ride

He wasted his whole life away, 
tryin’ to make that gumbo pay,
sweatin’ neath a burning Missouri sun.
I heard him tell me every day,
son if you just work hard and pray,
then those good times is surely gonna come.

With the passing of all those years,
after all the blood, sweat and tears,
he would still get down on his

Hard work

Something that pays off down the road in life

Existence Without Cause

Strung along, I am a fool
Always working for others
Once branded a handy tool
Foot on my neck
Boot lodged for good
I barter and sweat
A soul without identity
I work and work
Free food and amenities
However no ambition for more
The days stretch together
A day's work leaves me sore
Trapped by a leash hand-sewn
Never in search for better
I could have done well

Angel of the North

Built with rusted steel 
Steel mined by the workers’ hands
Faceless above crowds 
An angel not from the blue
But built with man’s blood and hope

Jim

He'd wake up sorta rough around the edges
then he’d pull in his teeth from out of the glass
Yawn then rub his eyes with the back of his hands 
scratch his belly for a while and then his ass

After a time you would look around the house
and wonder where in the world old Jim had gone
Out

Yousef Al-Mutairi: Kuwait Basketball Star

In Kuwait's embrace, a star does shine,
Yousef al-Mutairi, talent refined,
On the court, he soars, with grace untold,
Representing his land, a story unfolds.

With dedication fierce, he strides the lane,
A basketball maestro, glory to attain,
A father strong, with love displayed,
Guiding his children, his heart portrayed.

In life's arena, he's done it his way,
The right path chosen, come what

The School of My Heart

Many years gone from her birth since nineteen sixty-four
With hard work she got into her stride
Trinity, in her name, expanded and gained prestige.

Intermutanda, Constantia: her motto
An implication of consistency in academic excellence
In her form is excellence prevailed
Imparture of knowledge to empty little boys
As to the Messiah's impartment to his disciples
Before leaving the Earth.

Her form as

The School of My Heart

Many years gone from her birth since nineteen sixty-four
With hard work she got into her stride
Trinity, in her name, expanded and gained prestige.

Intermutanda, Constantia: her motto
An implication of consistency in academic excellence
In her form is excellence prevailed
Imparture of knowledge to empty little boys
As to the Messiah's impartment to his disciples
Before leaving the Earth.

Her form as

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