Short Slaving Poems
Short Slaving Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Slaving by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Slaving by length and keyword.
slaving away
making waves
pushing
ebb and flow
crumbling on
the shoreline
under the moonlight
Work only for your daily bread
You'll have time for so much more
Instead of slaving for your future
Just buy your present at the store
Begging for help
Is better than slaving for help:
A poor poet with a gold heart,begs for help.
But a beggar on the remonstrating street,slaves for help.
18:03:07:08:32
Away Had Been Slaving
When Confederate flags in air were waving,
Black folk away they all had been slaving;
Fervently working,
And coffee perking;
Faithfully performing duty while behaving.
Jim Horn
So what
About now
Can you see
Me somehow
Slaving away
At pen on page
Writing my heart’s
Discontent
Lament,
Lament for me
That one day
I will be free
But probably
I’ll just write
For an eternity
I toil sweaty on a deck among peers
a score of equals sweating slaving away
under a baking sun, salt clearing sinuses,
blood streaming through pipes, singing in the wires,
obsessed, heat, motion, control,
desire walks on.
Bob Cratchit, while slaving late alone
Tricked his boss by posting a framed clone
Of Ebenezer loaded with Yuletide cash,
Which was really the miser’s hidden stash!
Andrea Dietrich's A Christmas Character Clerihew Contest
12/09/2014
With a wok, they cook some great delights.
There they are slaving during days and nights.
Their menu has great variety.
Pork, beef, chicken, and shrimp all look great to me.
You are in for a treat without a doubt
when you go for some CHINESE TAKEOUT
This world screams at you.
"Your birth insults me,
and I will break you.
Feel time slip away,
And your loves destroyed."
"I never stop.
Relentless Time.
Hounding your mind.
Slaving to eat."
"Crushing you.
Twisting you.
Molding you."
"Until
You Are."
"Dead"
I quit! Yippee! I'm through with work
with taking orders from some jerk
slaving away for some worthless perk
like a title of 'senior associate filing clerk'
Yet I find it odd, through some kind of quirk
that deep within me yearnings lurk
to return to what I'd longed to shirk
~ Yup, time to punch in and go back to work
A boss with workers agreed a fair wage.
Some more he signed on at a later stage
Then he found yet more
at noon and at four.
At close of the day they came to be paid.
The last to be hired were paid what was due.
The first complained being paid the same too
“Through the heat of the day
we've been slaving away.”
“But I paid you the wage as agreed; thank you!”
Matthew 20.1-16
dismissed ethics allegations over 18 years ago
how winter is my 2002 Olympic
how sad is my song
my soul my songs
taken in the black and used
to be a slave of money makers
the scandal of Utah never to be told
gets an Distinguished Service Award
how dose your slaving go
very well very well indeed
where are my people
has the government
frighten you into kitten
or just willing subjects
of the jungle beat
Rubies are red
Sapphires are blue
A pile of these
Would be faboo
Em’ralds are green
Diamonds are white
All demand work
To bring to light
Digging real deep
Slaving away
Labor and sweat
Hoping for pay
Hidden away
There was a stone
Diggers threw out
Worth was not known
It has this shape:
Fear of the Lord
All is revealed
Glorious hoard!
Breaking through rock
Our effort? Nope
Wisdom Himself
Paying for hope
Form:
Silence soothes the senses with
Sweet sensations showering down
Sweeter than sugar, a seasoning
Saltier than the seas, soft and sensual
Sultry beneath sensitive breaths of
Sunlight sending light to supply a
Subtle and splendid supplication to
Share spiritual stances with souls
Slaving, surviving, seeing past the
Sincerity in serenity, sparkling scenes
Seeing spent ideas swaying with
Signs that a sweetheart sings sweetly
i sat alone
a torn robe in the dark
my loins slaving in slime
my thoughts with the wind
the flies passed by and wept
the fleas made me out
and fled naked
for i'm balding on the beak
of owls
cracking kernels that sooner
bolts into sable solitary holes
my eyes drinks the sky
as teeth of thunder
cackle in grinding tempests
pouring ash spittle and sleet
on time's unbidden bride
o when shall i sit in the rain?
when shall i lean on the sea bean?
The truth comes out
When you're half asleep
So exhausted you can barely keep your eyes open
The truth comes out
As the days go by
Slaving away for the man
So busy you forget about those who hold you dear
As the days go by
Grasping at a dream
Of feeling the river of love
One day at a time waiting for answers to be near
Grasping at a dream
The truth comes out
When you least expect
Smooth sailing words from the subconscious speak
The truth comes out
dismissed ethics allegations over 18 years ago
how winter is my 2002 Olympic
how sad is my song
my soul my songs
taken in the black and used
to be a slave of money makers
the scandal of Utah never to be told
gets an Distinguished Service Award
how dose your slaving go
very well very well indeed
where are my people
has the government
frighten you into kitten
or just willing subjects
of the jungle beat
Copyright © verlecia fields | Year Posted 2017
Here I am,
Again,
In awkward solitude,
Slaving myself thinking
…and thinking;
But,
The mind won’t say a thing;
See
What you’ve done,
How could you make them cry?
I used to see
Their smile,
But right now is anger and sadness
They feel;
You’ve caused the pain;
Don’t say a word, just leave!
Go
Go… to the man that’ll give you wealth;
That’s what you wanted;
If not,
You won’t be hurting us, when
I was in Saudi,
Working day and night
Just
For us, all.
Once Cast Into Stormy Winds, Words Decrying Fate
I bid adieu, life and hidden glory not found
in defiance I speak from this high lofty height
once slaving in destructive blindness, firmly bound
to mortal arrogance, rage born in dark of night
Final words, I utter before I make this leap
you that slayed me, your false victory may keep!
R.J. Lindley, March 11th, 1978
Rhyme, ( Verses born after deep betrayal )
( Staring into eternity and roaring against Fate's black hands )