Short Toil Poems
Short Toil Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Toil by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Toil by length and keyword.
From toil to rest you heard the call
Farewell to changing weather
The clock lies broken; forever stalled
Now you roam in fields of heather
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For: Winnie- RIP
When we work with wisdom we will work world wonders!
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15 May 2022
First Place in WORK PERSPECTIVE MONOKU
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
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Gruesome
Toothsome
Inspired by Donna Golden's Footle contest
Form:
Munching on spiders and nibbling on rats
Riding spiked brooms high in the air
Back in motion in the witches lair
to bring my cauldron to a boil and feed my black cat
Through Time and Toil
Went through time while we did toil,
And cleaned earth covered with soil;
My God will meet,
In judgement seat;
We respect and rely on who is royal.
Jim Horn
D-ivine
E-xcellent
M-essage
Y-ields
S-weet
E-xpression's
B-eauty
A-s
R-emarkable
R-esult
O-f
T-oil
I-s
N-oted
Topic: Birthday of Demy N. Sebarrotin (April 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
the lot of man: to work the soil, raise drink in thanks, find joy in the toil...
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for the Work Perspective Monoku Poetry Contest
sponsored by Beata Agustin
written 05/02/2022
I found a crooked dollar
and hired a crooked lawyer
to pursue a crooked case
before a judge to place,
but we found no crooked court,
however hard we sought,
but as long as we keep looking,
we'll keep the cauldron cooking.
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Very Scary Toil and Tarry
Trump at times seems so scarry
Much more also may become very
From reality he is always far
From politics we should bar
While we work, toil and tarry.
Jim Horn
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Bed of Roses
David J Walker
You waited were
the roses grow
And I would be the Gardner
Kneeling in the deep and
Earthy scented soil
Come rain
Come shine
Come time to
Bare the toil
exposed as rose the
Harvest moon
Together soon
in a feathered Bed of Roses
Troubled Tuesday tussles through the tides
Taking turns to toil terrified today
That tip talking tremendously to the task
Tabled tales, the tall trees tossed
That touch
That trip
That tears
Taken
Tolerates
Trembling talks
The transparency travels
Telling Trevor to take the task
Today tears the town
Digital clock bomb ticking silence lower right angled forever is eight point five
hours a day there toiled kempt invisible spent walking rigid funk robot wired
loose framed shut felt mutt waste like glimpse circular window goldfish and city’s
outline swept through wander inhale adjust inhale time square one infinite mess
oh calculator sonata
We are the voice on the wind
We are the vapor in the cloud
It is us that is a grain in the hourglass
All our chasing,
All of our fumbling
It is us with callused empty hands
We today regret
We tomorrow lose
It is our burden having forgotten simple things
Our purpose not our plan
Our happiness not our hard work
It is grace that sets us free.
Form:
S-trenuous toil of the servant
U-ses faith, hope, and love;
N-o way will it be nonemphatic,
S-howing vigor to God above.
H-alt not your strenuous toil,
I-n spite of woes and worry;
N-o reason to wane or waver,
E-arly fourteenth of February.
S-alvation day draws near,
I-t gives signs such as turmoil;
C-omplete the race set by God,
A-im to finish the strenuous
T-oil.
I’m shattered,I won’t lie,
today has been long.
I’m tired yet awake,
can’t escape the throng.
Day light has ventured
and left while I worked,
The night has arrived now,
still never I shirked.
My eyelids are heavy,
my limbs they are tired,
And still on I toil now,
my time’s not yet expired.
Grateful am I
for the work that I do.
But soon I’ll be bidding
A ‘good night’ to you.
Days of terror and agony,
nights of darkened ceremony.
All too often an empty soul,
most of it full of taunt.
Cursed from head to toe,
can't dip in water to sow.
Broken in all, too far,
anguished brain all the more.
Love seems forsaken,
heart dwells for sermon.
None unrevealed in moan,
nevertheless caused much pain.
Where to cater
when my shadow craves to somber?
Fainted am I, scattered,
melted and not molded.
In my left armpit a big boll
That made me with anger boil…
Then, nurse began to water boil.
“Please, don’t touch it now: let it boil…”
“But not like breakfast tea I boil!”
I’d prayed fluid would spill on the soil
And had begun to like snakes coil
But her next move, I on that soil,
With the planned help of a sir Doyle
Who made steadying me his toil…
Several attempts to escape foil…
Treating a boil could a day spoil;
Two friends in arguments embroil.
Swift winds,
Soft morning dew.
Smells surround me,
Sudden thoughts of you.
You left so soon,
I did not know what to do.
I close my eyes,
Bitter days gone by.
In your time, did you think of me?
Did you wonder where I could be?
One day comes,
Another day leaves.
You did not cherish all that was good,
You did not love me the way you should.
You passed from this life,
No more longing, no more strife.
Bough breaks, flowers toil.
Feet planted firm, planted firm in the soil.
There upon the ground discarded
where fruited blessings were ill guarded
lay the efforts of my spring toil
the perspired digging and setting seed in soil
Peaches and tomatoes once large and green
are cast upon the earthly tumultous scene
and now squash and peppers lay
torn down, half eaten castaways.
Scouring the landscape garnished
I questioned what happened to my harvest?
There way in the back beneath the shed
the tell tale signs of the groundhog now well fed.