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.
No one comes alone in this world for the whole universe has toiled for this to occur!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 June 2017
dear friends ~
believe me when I say
retirement feels well earned
when you have toiled and
worked hard every day
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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
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
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.
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
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, 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
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...
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
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
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:
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
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
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!
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
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.
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.
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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?
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
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
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I cried many dreams
a cloud of clown
a mask of liars
but me a true arrow
will hit the target
off who loved me
my brother calling me
repeat the rescue messages
not to answer the $
but the money in your hand many times
i toiled for that from morning and night
and you tell me i am do not remember as it was cruel
to call me lourde
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Gripped by toiled hand,
Hissing sound I hear everywhere
Reverberating the youthfulness of my days,
Where lullaby and executioner's fierce reign
Echoing my ego to whisper in solitude,
Where I used to be.
This is where I'm in now,
Blow torch, leads and thy might,
Oblivion everyday I'm here
Replete of my memorabilia haunting
In my relinquished mind.
My father’s hands
Toiled in time
Red lines and scars
Left a story to be told
A life of sorrow
Or perhaps of glory
Only the man
Can tell the story
But he is gone now
And I can’t read his palms
He lies in rest
Or so they say
A body that carried the soul
Is but an empty shell
To be put to rest
Six feet under
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
In that grave
We do trust