Wage Poems - Poems about Wage

...Line of inquiry: “We have been here a thousand times before Memory erased, each time we begin anew Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew ......Read the rest...

...Temporal incarnation of Aphrodite... induces idyllic reverie delight evoking similar surge, when skirting, and eluding fidelity defining the marital law on par with courting in flagrante deli......Read the rest...

...By Cherbo Geeplay This, to the commanding officer who led his troops to war, on one knee and won in the trenches on the battlefield littered with landmines. I held your portrait sir, this......Read the rest...

..."A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers." by Alexander Smith ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ War torn or more, torn asunder We all march ......Read the rest...

...MAESTRO He knew all along that it would be pressure Not just to conduct but bring out the best This brass band from a mining community Trying to keep it alive, almost their duty An almost for......Read the rest...

...As aspiration seeks to take its toll, your mass flotilla salvaged sons of war. ‘Twas but a feat the angels will extol though Satan’s army rallies at your door. Your youthful fit have vowed to ser......Read the rest...

...Can we work to be busy? May we do it till dizzy' Up until 70.' Against a scene of inflation and wage freeze' To be punished by care home costs.! Homes sold, still can't defray' all lost?) Work t......Read the rest...

...Where sun-kissed savannahs endlessly sweep, And acacia crowns the skies, a verdant keep, A titan walks, with earth-shaking tread, A monument of grace, with wisdom bred. Oh, Elephant, colossal a......Read the rest...

... He calls this August In the morning between trees and metal, The ground is shaking as he laughs, He is almost there upon the orange trees over my country, Down where little speak English, And ......Read the rest...

... In the still of the night, spectro-gramming the hot utter of air, filtered by laser strainer- it has become a scale for judgment scaled by tier a black hole of sin in my pocket, a p......Read the rest...

...Stop, Listen. the wind is calling. Beckoning us to a moment in time Somewhere ahead of us we find our limits Somewhere in time we find our reason we find our rhyme. We fight each day a new A ......Read the rest...

...Writing a poem a day keeps the stress away Do not give up on your destiny Just unpack all your thoughts on a sheet of paper! History has taught us that all generations wage war with a pen Just le......Read the rest...

...Gordon entered his apartment and gasped. How could he have left the place in such a disarray? He phoned Rosie the head of the handmaids. Gordon was never rude but he complained. Seemed the was a ......Read the rest...

... O, elusive muse, mysterious and profound bruise, you bewitch my soul, never to be found in the way of former use. In your absence, I am left with bittersweet caramello pai......Read the rest...

...Wars end, when the reporters stop writing, when the partisan heads stop talking. The frontline news petters out, less attention is paid to destruction. Images of smoldering battlefields, are ......Read the rest...