Toil Poems - Poems about Toil

I am as constant as the stars. From your soul I shall never depart. The fever grips her in large part in the phase of popular charts. For you I am forever in debt about the things you never said. Issue warnings of winter’s dread. To see you is my one regret. She bathes inside the plastic jar, taking the joke much too far. It...

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Her hair black as the hills of oil, and thick as the forest of toil. Adonis, with large palms, works hard, to win her heart, under armed guard. Her father keeps her chaste; in stow. Charms’ locks, curly and blonde as sun. He’s blinding; she thinks he’s the one. Slips through the gate; she scans the skies. She seeks the truth; love is...

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Thought, with intelligence? When? How about the proof? Setting fire to where and when? Devil, art aloof? Fire inspiration, thy pun. What to do for fun? Good sense, laddie, and reason! Fly not close to sun! Cold fusion, thy harpsichord. Crystal glass a-flow. Demon -sultan, fife and sword! Hell and Heaven, row... Toil and turmoil, tamarind. Dappled roes a-fly. O Reality, how ye thinned! Grinned the gangrel Sly! Water of the...

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POEM JOY OF MOTHERHOOD The joy of motherhood, a wondrous thing, African mothers know the love it brings. Through pain and struggle, they give birth anew, Their strength and courage, a pure and true view. With smiles that shine like the morning sun, They tenderly care for each little one. Their hearts,...

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From fields of gold to the city's cold embrace, He came a farmer, with a weathered face. Dusty clothes, hands calloused and worn, Carrying the burden of harvest born. But steel and glass denied his rightful claim, A public servant, fuelled by disdain. "Unfit," they scoffed, for comfort and ride, Ignoring sweat beneath the sun's harsh tide. A captured scene, a viral shame, Sparked...

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"Rage, Rage against the dying of the light.", They say. To the contrary, all the Sun wants is the cessation of the light. It labors endlessly bringing light to the world so that we may flourish. A thankless job, with us too consumed by greed to take a moment to ponder the Sun's mighty effort. With no breaks or relief the Sun shines constantly, bringing its holy rays and...

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What thee knows't of toil, I ask in kind, Of labor's sweat and tireless grind? Forsooth, I've witnessed toil's weary plight, And felt its weight upon my brow, despite. To toil is to labor with all thy might, To toil is to toil from morn till night. In fields of soil, 'neath the scorching sun, Bearing burdens heavy, toiling 'til day is...

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When the sky is veiled with dark hues And the days are wintry cold, When prospects for sky to turn blue Are dim, remote and far from bold, When darkness spreads over one`s life And living is a daily strife, When chance for brightness to recur In the near term is faint and blurred, When fate hurls a soul in a ditch And...

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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...

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If non-stop efforts you take Success you can make If you with eager pursue hard Help comes from the Lord The more and more you work God supplies the needed luck Only by following strict discipline Glory can be by you surely seen If your motto is to emerge victorious Do gladly the task that is laborious Get pleasure in the performance Learn and teach great...

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With a nod to Macbeth's three weird sisters... Midst rats, black cats, and screeching bats, Cackling crones in pointy hats Add a rag, a bone, a hank of hair To a bubbling pot in their witches' lair. Next a drop of your blood to mix into the stew As they mutter and moan o'er this most loathsome brew. Harken well as the...

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Never hesitate to toil and form sweats As that will fetch you enough riches Though you may not become B. Gates You will get all the needed things in life Every drop of sweat will create prosperity By playing a vital part in your progress They will shape your life bringing glory And make peace stay with you forever By taking honest efforts...

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