Short Toiled Poems

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Home Sweet Home
ran, toiled, tumbled, bled
my sacred bid to return to thee
whence i was spawned
and drawn to peace in thee.


Premium Member Not Alone

No one comes alone in this world for the whole universe has toiled for this to occur!







© Demetrios Trifiatis
     21 June 2017
Form: Monoku

Haiku - Lace Shoe

Toiled Cinderella
Grooms tighten the corset lace
Graced by birds and bees

Puffed up reddish face
Steps lead to loosing the shoe
Facing the music
© Ak Adam  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member On retirement

dear friends ~
believe me when I say
retirement feels well earned
when you have toiled and
worked hard every day


AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Form: Rhyme

He Toiled In Zealousness

S-imple
A-nd
N-oble
T-eacher
I-n
A-lmighty
G-od's
O-ne

O-rganized
R-eligion
T-oiled
I-n
Z-ealousness

Topic: Death (July 25,2019) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Form: Acrostic


God To Us An Angel Sent

God to Us An Angel Sent

God to us an elegant angel sent;
Wherever we went were diligent;
Tilled and toiled;
Became spoiled;
Improve lives had been His intent.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

A Corny Limerick

A farmer owned a farm in Iowa.
In vain, he toiled and labored every day.
He'd pick his corn and shuck it,
And pour it into buckets;
Then crows would steal the corn and fly away.
Form: Limerick

In Emotion Embroiled

In Emotion Embroiled

In much emotion, we were embroiled;
Some with sin who are so badly soiled;
By God now seen,
In pasture green;
In flowing fields, they toiled and tarried.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

I Blubber

My heart got whacked  put some ice and medicine on my throbbing heart
I got toiled and moiled,got surrounded by coils   I am unconsoled I'm begging you,I blubber come to me and let all of this to be over
Form:

Goodbye Again

Goodbye, mine of gold of the east 
Where my soul was bound through the years 
Where my hands have toiled for the need 
Where her beauty charmed the lobes of my brain 

December 14, 2023, PST
MVRJ, ML, CC-BC

Prairie Graveyard

Reckless tumbleweed
hurries across forgotten graves
of those who toiled through despair
and anguish
fighting drought and famine
depression and unemployment
heat and cold
locusts and dust storms
daily uncertainty...
Form: Narrative

All's Vanity

Behold we toiled
Soiling our skins
expending our strength
Breaking our bones
Sweating like covers of hot pots
Toiling, soiling, expending,breaking and sweating
Yet all was vanity and yet would be
Where God toils not with us

Ordinary

When you pass me by
Remember me 
Ordinary I may well be
But please - remember me

For I toiled each day
And did my best
Provided for my family 
But now I’m old
Time continues on
So remember me please.

© Paul Warren Poetry
Form: Ballad

Returning Home

RETURNING HOME

Two years now
Have toiled in this garden
Searching for her
Waiting and wailing for her return
With tears and thorns tumbling my knuckles
With agonies growing daily
With hope masquerading
I shall return home
I shall wait no longer
For the stolen ribs.

Awoh Kingsley.
Form:

The Dying Slave

Slumped in his nakedness,
His loose...left hand, 
Runs its shaky fingers through his hair.

With his eyes closed,
His subordinate dreams
Are shackled across his chest,
As he struggles with his toiled reality.





______________________
Inspired by the Dying Slave
By Michelangelo
art
Form: Ekphrasis

Dungeon Of Memories

Goodbye again dungeon of memories 
where youngster self has bloomed 
In no time I'll be back again
Like an echo in a song 

Bless the one who toiled for you
Whose sweat and blood laid your foundation 
May her sunshine rise again
In golden shades, her silver moon 

January 8, 2024, PST, BC

Vipers coiled but Snipers foiled


Propaganda well well oiled

Slander all of us embroiled


Like a ripe vipers nest coiled

Dander and our blood boiled


For whatever whatsoever we've toiled

Whenever forever wherever spoiled


Don't pander the snipers must be foiled

Or our society like Rwanda will be soiled
Form: Rhyme

Dna In Your Jeans

Family history
Is mostly a mystery
To those researching their genes

Your DNA tree
Does not seem to be
Worth more than an hill of beans

Women toiled in the clover
With Neil Down and Ben Dover
And though it could be a bother

Despite every fear
DNA makes it clear
Someone had it in for your father!
Form: Verse

The steam bead

Shakespeare toiled over double trouble the steam rose from the water in the marsh as the cauldron bubbled, shreds of spirit bound steam tickled ruddy cheeks and sought interminable refuge in the heat, the night rolled over us the stream went silent, the palaver in the morning is of the bead steam-driven and compiled.
© Ken Martin  Create an image from this poem.
dad

Premium Member Gratitude

They lived and toiled when
The living was not easy
Weather and soil yielded no
Grace nor bountiful
Harvest to nurture body
Providence however reign
A long hard day ends
For the family of four
Potatoes and tea
Baked and boiled for all to share
Grateful expressions of care




"The Potatoe Eaters" by van Gogh
Form: Choka

Soldier of Tin

He took apart
his soldier of tin
to see for himself
what lay within
expecting honour, strength
valour and pride
he eagerly toiled
to get inside
with soldier now 
cleaved in two
he saw what he thought 
could not be true
half of his warrior 
now cupped in each hand
he gazed at an emptiness 
he could not understand.
boy
Form: Rhyme

Inventory

Long day did finally pass;
toiled along vexing its morass.
Arrived back home to rest and retire;
energy and inspirations soon to expire.
Debrief my conceptions and thoughts;
queery my moves and those aught nots.
Lay at ease to stargazes and dreams;
job well done for me it seems. 

http://skykingentertainment.yolasite.com/
Form: ABC

Premium Member Neal and Bob

Meet Bob:
Bob just lost his job!
Toiled twenty years.
Poor pitiful slob.

Meet Neal:
He cut a better deal!
Foiled his pension,
When he ratted out Bob.

Back to Bob:
Heard about Neal!
Heard about the deal,
Neal got robbed by Bob.

Neal shot Bob!
Bob bled on Neal!
Aah, who cares?
Anybody got time for Neal and Bob?
Form: Rhyme

A New Beginning

It came to Earth
In a firestorm
Yet, it barely reach the ground
It came in the twinkling of an eye
It barely made a sound
To summons' 
Gods' people directly to the sky
And as the world tinkered and
Toiled along it's very merry way
Their wasn't a Soul to be found
For the Lord had carried the day
Come this Judgement Day!

GF
Form: Pastoral

Toil

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
© Kate Puks  Create an image from this poem.

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