Short Moil Poems
Short Moil Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Moil by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Moil by length and keyword.
The Laborers
The construction site –
The laborers toil and moil
Even in the rain!...
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Categories:
moil, life, people, social, urban, work
Form:
Haiku
Earning Success
Toil
Don’t moil,
Try to foil
Each odd and obstacle
Stand in front of you to coil....
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Categories:
moil, success,
Form:
Tanka
Back and Forth
Back and forth I climb the mountain
Up and down I go just like a fountain
I sweat in toil
I grind and moil
Back and forth I ascend the mountain...
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Categories:
moil, allusion, deep, imagery,
Form:
Limerick
Idle Mind
Little effort inviting a charley horse
an open wound decays near a sterile gauze
useful waters with plankton
harsh labour for a Briton
no attitude to toil and moil with no cause....
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Categories:
moil, abuse, business, character, identity, image,
Form:
Limerick
Your Well-Wisher
As if my whole body’s skin is infected by boil
I can’t get rid of it regardless of toil and moil!
It has become so sensitive a little touch
Can give me alarming pain so I have to watch!
Baby, please give me no more pain
Cause love is flowing through my vein!
I am still and always will be your well-wisher
If you don’t love me anymore be like a star!...
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Categories:
moil, life, lost love, sad, me, love, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Silken Green
Silken green
in hues of piquancy-
sheltered moss,
under fringes of fungus;
separated by nature's vibe,
spores lace the Earth,
and thrum against
the open sores
that gape at midnight moil.
Treacherous stubs,
clung to by the hands
of fifteen near six,
crisping the ruffles,
by her sweat and poise.
Barley silenced breath,
fermented in a heat of the kettle,
bulbs of silken green
in hues of piquancy,
remind me that I should leave....
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Categories:
moil, art, nature, teen,
Form:
Free verse
Mid Afternoon Traffic: Toronto To Mississauga
What kind of life here led,
in the urging city,
where a man lays his head to sleep,
while the sun still hangs heavy in the sky,
"It's a cryin' shame",
and who else to blame but self
and endless generations who toiled and moiled
to bring ceaseless passive routine,
and I who too resist the temptation
to lay down and let life pass away,
toil and moil for a vision of true voice
and communion with all-
the movement of verse to soul and spirit-...
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Categories:
moil, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse