Jobs Poems | Examples of Jobs Poetry

River is running to meet sea, mountain for touching sky, bee for taking honey Birds are flying high. snail on the leave of tomatoes sucking flower glaring butter fly, numberless cricket coming far off burning and one by one die. green fields full of crops, canal dancing near by, jumping monkeys in the water paddy fields, hovering on dragonfly, melodious songs of shepherded, bleating of sheep grazing nearby, burning...

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Jennifer’s uninhibited exuberance filled the room she had excited zestfulness that swept away all gloom her sprightly effervescent personality was on fire the bosses quickly decided she would be their new hire resumes are a start but, in this case, they threw it away her ardent passion for their company had them cheering all day...

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He sat on the corner his back quite bent, each dollar he collected, he quickly spent. His sign’s report, He needed support, His get up and go had got up and went. ...

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Tapestry of Life** In the intricate tapestry of life, vibrant memories weave their threads, each one shimmering with its own hue. The echoes of past workplaces linger like faint, nostalgic perfume, evoking a bittersweet blend of longing and relief. Seacrest, with its relentless morning shifts and haunting graveyard hours, etched an indelible mark on my soul—a...

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We truly believed things would change after years of sweat and sacrifice planting seeds in borrowed soil watering them with pieces of our youth. Day after day, we sat in rooms learning how to nod and pretend studying to lead, to build to heal nations with thought and pen. Month after month, we challenged our minds told ourselves we were shaping futures learning to analyze...

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Only Losers steal. Go get a job and earn it, become productive. ...

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You thought the application was the hardest part Without actions you have to share your heart While your talking you're wishing to read their mind Are their thoughts of you nice, pleasant or unkind Why do we have to be interrogated just for a job By looking at me you can't tell if I'm a lazy slob Yes I'm nervous and...

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“The employee shortage is so bad that long haired freaky people can now apply!” ~ seen on a mobile sign Being of sorta sound mind and long hair, I dare to compare myself with the supporters, defenders of the length though “at my age, I S H O U L D” cut it in a current style to look younger, I’m told. Stand up. Stand proud....

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Walking On Eggshells I’m not putting up with this s### Always offended Always the one in the workforce Always playing the victim Troublemaker Just downright stubborn Treading on water Walking on eggshells Anything to set them off Push them over the edge Your fired Looking for the negative attention Feed their insecurities Probably in their 40’s...

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Why ask me what I hope to be? Why rate my worth before you’ve seen me work? Is my CV not enough? A story told so clear and tough. I earned my degree and dream to lead and to oversee. I’ve been a clerk and I left my mark. Each line on that page holds my skills and my stage. So why the doubt? Why push me out? I...

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The lorry driver Poem Lionel Derbyshire He is not at home He is on an open Dark wide road With potholes. His precious family His treasure home Is on his mind. On his shoulders Is a long lorry With everyone's need. Lorry driver His restless arm His calm arm.. With full of hope He drives a load Of provisions. His steering wheel He grips tightly As if he is hugging his Children. His lorry moans The mountains up and...

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In my happy place: Island that is my birthplace. Joining the rat race As a temporary face In my store at my own pace....

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After Angella Voras-Hills fallen green apples here and there at a dead end, the yard is where in the story lies an ending, the life I lead an illusion a collage along the road of broken houses bathed in light a quiet moment, a lament when the day bleeds into colors and all my realities and dreams connect There is an illusion of light...

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“O’!, work, work, work away,—ignore your thirst and shovel steadily—keep nourrishing the coals of locomotive life!(the cost is but your souls); All other occupations?—to hell dispersed! “Amen! your bosses, with cash (to be disbursed), busy their hands with myriad controls made to mold you for your determined roles; Yes… yes!, because the silence would be worst! “Aye! Men! your calling...

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sun struck laborers....come home to nightfall bread repose in his kingdom...

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