Short Workforce Poems
Short Workforce Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Workforce by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Workforce by length and keyword.
Down The Edge
Monday, join workforce
Tuesday, feel the prime
Wednesday, get worn
Thursday in wrangle
Friday, take a leave
Saturday fun
Up to midnight
Visit old friends
Go to downtown
For each day
Prisoner
Of worldly
Forget
Someone
God
No longer in the workforce
big changes to my ways,
not something I am use to
my life, a brand new phase.
Lots of time, but no money,
a tricky lifestyle maze
the months, they change, seem swiftly
in my sedentary haze.
Must look for a solution
perhaps some games to play
as hours pass, they're fleeting,
my pill caddy tracks the days!
moving clouds in the sky
are Angels, transport jets
Angels come in huge numbers
on regular field work tour
examining and taking photos
compiling summarized data
of humans at work on earth
to submit to the Creator
before another workforce is
released through the wombs
of women chosen to conceive
a battalion of human resource
to replace the dead and lazy
Trump wants to build a wall
Between Mexico and us
I can't help but wonder
Why he's making such a fuss!
Cartels were building tunnels
Underneath our border fence
When Trump was groping females
And Pence sought common sense
Though Congress say Trump's thinking
Is reasonable and sound
We know they'll find the workforce
From los peons underground!
i sit here thinking of what to write
instead i'm thinking
about where i want to be
in a dark woods surrounded
protected by tall trees
living in a homemade log cabin
on the tip of a lake
secluded from everyone
sometimes scared to be hidden
at times i'd shiver from the cold
even when the fires lit
living off the land like we're suppose to
not corrupted by a workforce
or ungrateful gov't, but just free
betrayed by the pen
a corporate, seal touches
workforce breaks of day
contacts eventide
an official, seal touches
manpower morning
before the fingers
a strong, prayerful hands touches
the pen that betrayed
in God we should trust
a corporate, seal touches
in God we all trust
before the fingers
betrayed by the pen
God’s our only true friend
8/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Eminem dissed Will Smith, no slap there,
Chris Rock did it, Will went spare
The Golden Globes returns to air,
just like each year we don’t care.
Harry’s crying, ginger spare,
William the third, got no hair
Idaho murders, psycho glare
climate change, heated air
Striking workforce everywhere
underpaid now that’s unfair
The Queen the Pope and Pele’s prayers
in Heaven is there underwear?
In my boredom here’s my flair
a boring poem you can share