Unpaid Poems - Poems about Unpaid

Ode to unpaid labor...

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The Sheep line up to be Walmart counted Empty thoughts sleep walking in pyjamas Without smiles Without voices Without community There to stare at how to work another register The One that doesn't care about your day The One the Waltons ousted John Boy to replace His minimum wage and demeanour an outrage Musk and Bezos need more Smarties just like YOU, to feed empty space So, You,...

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FREE VERSE VI Reason Without Rhyme by Michael R. Burch I used to be averse to free verse, but now I admit YOUR rhyming is WORSE! But alas, in the end, it’s all the same: all verse is unpaid and a crying shame. What the Poet Sees by Michael R. Burch What the poet sees, he sees as a swimmer underwater watching the shoreline blur sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles...

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Then arrived The Promised Day! But Boss seemed not he would pay Devoted staff kept at bay Thirty faces no more gay… Creditors: Do what you may; Owed teachers might have their say: He won’t stop who will not stay, Still shall sack who dares to play Lesson-Note Writing Time slay, Comment on his hair now grey, Or when he says “Yep” says “Nay” Or peas...

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You haven’t Miss Ann paid That which workers aid And for which contracts are made. Miss Ann, still unpaid, Is, till date, Your Best Maid, Her stewardship of High Grade Errands running, unafraid. Your fame might just fade With Ann left unpaid And for the nothing you’ve said Into a scandal wade; Bleeding with a blade A Lady for wages prayed And a trust laid. So, torture thou not...

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Within the chamber, within the time allotted The guest had overstayed his welcome Far beyond the clock which saw no cause permitting it Now occupied is Mr. Smith upon the bed Being dead is no excuse for self indulgences Excesses best left unsaid, and yes, unpaid The room held itself together with some boards Certainly some nails came into play Creaking noises added...

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I Andre Kelbrik was a realtor in Pretoria, akin to Washinton or Ottowa I was in South Africa's first free & fair Foreign Ministry, Deputy to Schwarz, Head of the Communications Hub: we issued DNB, summary of News To all ambassadors and consulates of South Africa, abroad ... I had no interest in business. Thanks to Andre, I am a...

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Love is unpaid street cleaner It removes stress from aching hearts Laughter is fresh summer rain It brings new life from winter drains Sleep is sweet voluntary death It resurrects body from life’s dearth Mourning is early morning breeze It drains dirty dew from evening wreak Exercise is a witch-doctor the healer It exorcises body from microbe the killer Good feeding is the military barricade It...

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With less tomorrows than I've yesterdays In looking back I have but one regret Before that last tomorrow fades away I wish that I could pay an unpaid debt Back to a summer day so long ago How frivolous we were with innocence Two kids in love and way too young to know Decisions made in haste have consequence In tenderness I'd kiss...

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It's Thursday afternoon, there's a buzz in the office about a memo sent straight from the top Even before you read it, you sense somethings's not right, by the looks of that fidgety company cop The memo said, short and succinct: Tomorrow you won't get paid Hold the phone, you better call the local precinct There's some thievery going on I'm afraid It's bad when you work, and...

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I feel as one…now With the grass and trees Part and parcel Of capricious breeze Feel the need to fall Upon my knees And beg…“let me linger A little longer please” I feel a certain sadness Perhaps more sure A certain madness In my humble And bumbling Clumsy. Stumbling Pleas I feel somehow More related (tho’ perhaps A bit belated) To Mother Nature… With her wind-song In the trees I feel the...

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Backbone crushing experiences break the man Cemented footsteps of the frustration prevent him to stand Let along walk See the timid speech protruding from his mouth as he talks I don’t know if that’s the harshness of life or love that Breaks off a mans spine Keeping his dreams vertically inclined So many suffer from the...

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