Industrious Poems - Poems about Industrious

...On the pathways in the valleys, where the sun weaves with the eaves' shadows, April's flickers spill to adorn the pale oases. Winter's shadows are extinguished, broken in the wait for buds to bloom......Read the rest...

...We, the generation of '50, Time-travelers with stardust in our hair, with memories planted in pockets, Rooted in decades embraced by change, souls adorned with the dawn of the post-war world. We s......Read the rest...

...You say you caught a miserable cold, child, And mother won’t let you play? “When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows” Is just the tale for you today! The silent meadow comes alive at dawn With ......Read the rest...

...My dad built a house on a hill. How exciting to climb to the tippy-top then look down upon the roof, and dog home, the bean garden, and to sled the slope in Winter white. eyes delirious dazzled, ......Read the rest...

... I am Time, I do not know Where I’ve come from Nor do I know whither I am going I only know that I started in the past And am going to the future I can’t stop myself even If poets mi......Read the rest...

... In Japan, people make a Spring pilgrimage They go to pay homage to cherry blossoms When the earth nods its head When the sun warms its forehead It causes bare trees to burst in......Read the rest...

...#6: The Day After As Sol draws the reigns; Chariot of Gold, and pulls e'er so oft, glitter and specks rise, it's not yet midday, guess we compromise? Too late for rise or set, but ......Read the rest...

...I was a planetary climatologist, who studied climate variability and change, Like sweet variability of stunning, green tulips, in lavish garden rearranged. Studying the said effects on the biosph......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I sat beside his hospital bed holding his hands: rough hands reflecting a soft heart and naked soul. They were plumber’s hands—masterpieces, artwork bui......Read the rest...

...With blood on the line He's sent down deep into an abyss By his chosen true deeds All trusted allies With blood on the line He's been defamed Hell infringing upon his days He melds, yeah, he......Read the rest...

...Not in a palace built of gold, nor a throne of ivory carved, But in the heart where embers glow, excellence is truly served. It blooms not in the sterile gleam of trophies won on marble floors, Bu......Read the rest...

...Pearl of the Orient “Farewell, my adored Land, region of the sun caressed, Pearl of the Orient Sea, our Eden lost, With gladness I give you my life, sad and repressed; And were it more brilliant,......Read the rest...

...Uncle’s garage was full of junk that made us shout. My nephews fought over who had to clean it out. I’ll do it, his industrious grandniece said, don’t pout! She found a mint 1934 Packard 12 worth ......Read the rest...

...The Death of Art He was an artist, a painter spending much of his time in his mother's garage painting when not out drinking with his many friends who were art lovers too, although some were hang......Read the rest...

...I had a dream of a joyless man, sitting in the ruins of paradise. With flat voice and cold words he told me his tale, While the biting wind swept up flurries of snow ... His was a people that ......Read the rest...