Productive Poems - Poems about Productive

Oh, so you’ve seen better days? So your shadows walked straighter before, You’re who you are and you’re not getting any younger You said to count me in Well now I’m counting my blessings One at a time to remind me what will be there when you’re not Is the past behind you? It seems more like its calling you out...

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Daisy morning, birds chirping, Beautiful sunsets,dreamy night, How fast the day spent by looking At these beautiful sights. Magical time and wonderful moments, Take away the worries of the day, Yet new challenges and surprises come to momentum, By belief in the nature and time, Grief is taken away. As the sun shines in the east To take rest in the west, A productive day sparkles...

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The lands are full of treasures The pottery materials The costruction materials The plants The rivers The mountains The minerals But once they are under man's feet Man lost the respect for them They explore They conquer They exploit Until they become "deserts"...

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Being productive Live each day as if you had no hope of tomorrow. Tom Doing Your Best Be careful of today's doings, once in your past, they remain forever. Tom Worry Not Waste not time worrying about tomorrow, lest your worrying bear fruit and it be upon you. Tom Time runs equal in work or play, in diversion, it seems to be sprinting, while in boredom, it appears to...

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A group of students Saw a need for Socail change. They thought It wise to speak Of a different way To convey messages They wanted To hear facts That would support The development Of a undergrad college Internship that would Allow students to Devolpe socail media Shows and television And Radio programming To give voice to their Concerns, and considerations. These outlets would allow Students training and Experience. It would Allow programs to be Developed to speak of The...

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What has happened To the possibility Of a better future Filled with normalcy That the younger version Of the self had imagined That the future self Would live within as An a productive member Of society...

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Most of life, I thought being busy is not the same as being hectic, and the question and answer remain Then, I thought, how does being productive fit in? Choosing productive made sense Yet, who is my judge, that was time to look up, look for an angel to judge from Heaven I never found one which strangely declared me confused, my first judgement so arrived But, when...

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To get a job, upon release, Not so easy, to make that cheese. Have to pay, to be free, Not a pun, that’s how it be. Starting over, on the right track, Must report keep giving back Still have to follow, all the rules, Can’t seem to shake, judicial fools. Will do my best, to stay in line, Find some way, to pay...

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Thee floor In Mourning what a dust Is this Neated niceness with cleaning wealth With powdered mica, coal and seamy A dust to mine, a dust of pleasureness Poetic moment sweeping up where Therely It's Darkness Inhabited bye wonders of Creation and finish Sweeping In the Season of work Magic broomed sweeping words Such dustness stay sententious played Whence sweeping I truely Industrious bliss...

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