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Jobs Prose Poems

These Jobs Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Jobs. These are the best examples of Prose Jobs poems written by international poets.


The Old Jalopys Miraculous Drive
I remember that ‘69’ Chevrolet
dark green and with the spit
of a combat soldier;
a mean green, power machine.

My Great Uncle bought it new,
his pride and joy...

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Categories: adventure, appreciation, car, imagery,



Premium Member Sixteen Foster Children
Foster child? I do not think I could do it.
Let me think about it.  How much would I get a month?
That money could really...

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Categories: prose, 10th grade, 11th grade,

Premium Member My Love For Christmas Parties At Work
She handed me a shandygaff which I took to right away.
Oh, me, oh, my, I was soon drunker than a tipsy sailor,
And singing better than...

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Categories: prose, jobs,

Premium Member My Enthusiastic Shopping Mood
When I go into a store, I take no prisoners, especially if I like the merchandise.
I ooh, and awe. I exclaim loudly the attributes of...

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Categories: prose, feelings,

Id Like To Shake The Hand
Who defined
“certifiably insane”?
You see, it too closely 
defines those who are
running this world.

The place where technology steals jobs; 
Airplanes, crash more than they fly; 
Politicians...

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Categories: allusion, anger, corruption, how

B28-P9-TOSS AND TURN AT NIGHT
POEM 9 TOSS & TURN AT NIGHT 



TOSS & TURN AT NIGHT IN MY SLEEP. 

TOSS & TURN AT NIGHT IN MY THOUGHTS OF YOU...

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Categories: prose, anxiety, appreciation, flower, games,

It's A Crying Shame 2
Martin Luther King would not tolerate it, and call it a crying shame.            ...

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Categories: prose, america, emotions, faith, freedom,



Natures beauty
Among the spires of the Hollyhocks and Lupins,

Down beneath the dense and colourful Canterbury Bells and Forget-Me-Nots,

Life thrives and scurries about, different creatures go about...

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Categories: beauty, creation, nature,

What happen
Im trying to figure out 
What has happen 
We as women 
Have turned into a major distraction
We use to have value 
We use to have...

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Categories: prose, art,

Moloch in Bangladesh
Have you read The Howl?
I did?
In my MA classes…… I got A-….
I love Allen …. Not physically …
But mentally.
We have a Moloch in Bangladesh…….
It’s BCS……………
So...

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© Jarif Ayon  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, abuse, addiction, allusion, anxiety,

Premium Member Morning Port
The bell lends its rhythmic voice to the rising of the breeze. The docks awake to the hues of morning crawling across the harbor waters....

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Categories: boat, jobs, morning,

PADRE MIO
"Padre Mio"  
                     ...

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Categories: prose, angst,

An Affective Disorder, the Doctor Said
No, Freddie can’t say he mourned when his father died and his father’s third wife found Freddie's number and gave him a call to give...

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Categories: anxiety, mental illness, ,

Premium Member Jerry
I addressed the young stranger sitting alone on a park bench:
"Hi, I'm Jason Bills." His handshake was firm, his smile uncertain
but warm.

"Hello, Jason. I--I don't...

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Categories: prose, mystery,

Strangers in Peoria
I met a proper woman in a proper pub on a Monday in Peoria. It was noon, time for lunch, and we were sitting stool...

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Categories: break up,

B8-POEM 22 MY FRIEND ANNIE
POEM 22 MY FRIEND ANNIE 


MY FRIEND ANNIE IS SOMEONE 

WHO WILL BE THREE TIL MY DYING 

DAYS WHO CHERISHES ALL OF THE 

MEMORIES MADE...

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Categories: prose, appreciation, black african american,

My Parents Were Illegal Immigrants in the United States
In 1920, my father, 16, was a guest of the British government. He was a prisoner of their forces occupying Ireland at the time, a...

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Categories: america, immigration,

The Forgotten
Lives have been lived by millions of people that have been forgotten or worse never known. People that walked our world, looked at the same...

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© JG Collins  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, art,

Terrarium
We Live in a terrarium..
With our lives we scurry around like little ants.
We run to the store.
We run to the Dentist.
We run to pick up...

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© JG Collins  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, art,

The Forgotten
Lives have been lived by millions of people that have been forgotten or worse never known. People that walked our world, looked at the same...

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© JG Collins  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: appreciation,