Short Working(A) Poems
Short Working(A) Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Working(A) by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Working(A) by length and keyword.
Can'T Run Away
Been working a lot
On finding a job
And claiming my spot
I can’t run away
From being sober today
But at times I wish
Some memories
Were missed...
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Categories:
working(a), absence, abuse, america, anger, angst, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Look Baby What We Build
when had nuthin at all
we'll not fall
we have the wall
of whats fullfill
thur working a gods will
together in good bad weather
BABY LOOK
WHAT WE BUILD...
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Categories:
working(a), desire, devotion,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Gay Clown
I am ‘eebygum’ the circus clown
who’s face when working a painted frown,
without suffers stage fright
courage returns each night,
when this queen wears his improvised crown.
© Harry J Horsman 2012...
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Categories:
working(a), work,
Form:
Limerick
Gull Puppets
puppeteer of the clouds
working a spray of gulls
one pecks away the strings
all the others do the same
stigmata daub their wings
they plummet to the sea
souls draped in white lace
haunting the tips of waves
luna offers a slice of peace...
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Categories:
working(a), nature,
Form:
Free verse
Doorposts and Lintels
When I heard of a deadly plague, I read Exodus 12:27, “Mark the doorposts and lintels.” Anointing doors, I prayed this plague would pass our house. My granddaughter, working a high-risk job, has been safe. Praise God for his covering!
faith without action
a big red shiny balloon
with a tiny hole
...
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Categories:
working(a), christian, faith,
Form:
Haibun
Broken Phone
Broken phone
I got a phone yesterday
And broke it in a day
I dropped it,
But it wasn’t working a bit.
My mom came in a dash,
As fast as Flash.
And looked down,
And made a frown
I asked her for a new phone
But all she gave me was a bone
I went to bed
And my phone was still dead.
Anna Mia Leicht
Monday, December 4, 2017...
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Categories:
working(a), conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
Independent Woman
Independent Woman
Does what she wants to, not always doing what she has to
Not answering to a man about her every move
Working a powerful position in the work place
Spending her own money
Bought her own house
Bought her own car
Pays her bills
Single, so she mingles
So...why does she need a man?...
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Categories:
working(a), funny
Form:
I do not know?
Deibide Baise Fri Toin
I'm trying,
and I would not be lying:
my life as an Irish Bard's
hard.
It's absurd,
much like working a crossword,
tracking the column and row
though.
So tiring!
Like hooking up the wiring;
after three, I think I'd best
rest.
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Syllables: 3/7/7/1
Rhyme: aabb, with a rhymes in 2 syllables, b rhymes in 1
No idea how to pronounce the form name...
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Categories:
working(a), ireland, writing,
Form:
Other
The Act
Act 1
A woman is walking down the street
After working a long day’s shift, she is exhausted
She reaches her house door and pulls out her keys
But they fall out of her hands
Frustrated, she bends down to pick them up
When she hears ‘ Nice view, lets recreate that someday mama’
She’s not fazed
That man told her she looks nice
She smiles it off and enters her home
END SCENE...
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Categories:
working(a), betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
A Cook Abroad
The best moment
When you heard appreciation
With your boss and see their happiness
But it's a saddest moment
Deep inside thinking of your children
And hoping you can cook for them too
Hoping that you make them happy
As you did for them
Of course there's always be a reason
That you’re doing it for them
Working a thousand miles away
Will not affect your relationship
And closeness with your boss while you're working....
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Categories:
working(a), career, life, work,
Form:
Free verse
Prime
Dead thoughts
Rotting flesh
Create living cages
creatures paraded on stages
Go to church, pay bills, working; a living fraud
Self-awareness begets Self-deceit a reflection
A mirror unfairness - mirror of defeat
The human condition kills
Historical shame
Worn out name
Myself.
To Maraud.
Go head for the hills
plethora of opponents
endless bombardment infinite myriad
Propaganda - now buying the bullshit leaders sell
Just another component in the universal machine called god...
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Categories:
working(a), animal, god, longing, space,
Form:
Suzette Prime