Toilers Poems - Poems about Toilers

...Nights of flying dream world, who might chase a raucous laugh, or seek indeed mirthful excitement, the sort that has embroidered twists, as is generally perceived by intention, but epic hurdle......

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...A feast of eye-catching hues swirl midair, stoic fragile leaf a chill whisper, overt orange, deep vein red, pallid yellow, scaly amber, jumble upon bright clad jumble, earthbound mattress on a g......

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...Azure blue skies weep in rent glacial torrents, iridescent earth sun trap poised to garner sympathy, dark red cloud’s indignant float might yet rumble, toxic deluge drenches mudbank plot as toile......

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...Tenebrous night steals autumn days, Invading ink subtracts the breath of light, With tarnished mingling edge, With dusty dusk’s laments. Tenebrous night of immutable grave, Infiltrating melani......

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...Moments are not the retinue of time. There is one which decides the turning point of mankind. I can’t hand over to sighs that time which stands and beckons me. To hell with the shades to rec......

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...Wedding Kermesse Common folk with few wants (Toilers reaping earth’s bounty) Enjoy life’s pleasantries To escape harsh realities Of day-to-day existence Expressed in a ‘Kermesse’...

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...The river of Benafim A long time ago (everything is in the past) a river ran near the houses its water was calm and fresh it came from the upland. Parts of the river runs quite deep we could ......

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...Slaves of wages for generations long forgotten in history’s screenplay. Each hand for a moment has held the torch. The people are waiting in lines. All toilers have resisted. All skins have f......

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...Gleeful roses turn to sullen churls, And virgin smiles of shyest brides Soonest morph into widowed furls; Sad victims of your ill-bladed tides. Swearing lovers of staunchest troth Must sample......

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...Verd meadow yon shadowed sequoias, Patterns has lent the scope neath the petals, Pixies wake on the tips of true choices, Heightens an ochered sun amidst voices, Looms about a faint trac......

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...An horrific situation happened in a country town. The districts big employer has closed their factory down. Twenty men had lost their job; the town had lost its soul. Not one man was happy about g......

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...(In the late 1300's, veteran painter Barna of Siena was killed when he fell from the scaffolding whilst working on "The Crucifixion", the final panel of his fresco cycle in the Church of the Co......

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...Matchstick Bikes To tinkers and toilers I salute, From mending boilers to weaving jute, Man and boy for generations, I will unemploy your occupations. To bre......

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...Once upon a time There was a man Who lost his job And his home And his car And he slept under a tree. Simpleton that he was, He never gave thought To asking the oak's permission. But the......

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...The Swallows Like dotted foreheads of women, our land was dotted with swallows; They had rap dances on the farmers’ ploughs and bulls’ yokes in the field With feathery steps to the toilers’ foot......

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