Working Woman Poems | Examples
These Working Woman poems are examples of Woman poems about Working. These are the best examples of Woman Working poems written by international poets.
I used tangerine
diffuser oil,
just a few drops
on my hands
and various
healing rocks
I found
on the trails
here, in Greensboro,
North Carolina
USA.
I lit four candles
and prayed
silently
and
un-ostentatiously
while my husband
was still working,
one room down
in our one
story, 1400
square-foot
house.
I offered
a prayer of gratitude
for my
extraordinary
life, my health,
and my wealthy heart.
Carol decided to be a doctor
but medical school was a bore
her family thought she should be a writer
she laughed at their enthusiasm
next she tried law school
her LSAT scores were high
she was surrounded by children of lawyers
and grandchildren of lawyers
I have nothing in common with them, she lamented
they speak a language I do not know
she decided to train to be a wedding planner
Her town has 145 residents; there were no weddings
her parents cautioned her to choose her next step wisely
We are not paying for any more college they told her
Sixteen colleges later, she has no degree
But she has put off working for twenty-two years
I think she is wiser than most of us
An independent working woman who knows what direction she wants to go and what she needs to get there
Woman President
A dream come true,
I was always told it was possible
A woman president
Could anyone have predicted it
Many women have run for equal rights
in the past, we’re here and now
It might as well be you
Worn down is your spontaneous laugh
reduced to a serious hum
Working hard to keep our country free
Gee—wiz already you have made history
In the role of Vice Presidency
A dream come true,
I was always told it was possible
A woman president
It may as well be you
Kamala for President!
Fueled by affection, once carved to a tree
Strong as a hard-working honey bee
Found selfless in you, a sworn guarantee
I hope this devotion answers her plea!
I hold you next to them, as we both sway
A never-ending nights finest fiery array
But our song is humming in defiant foray
Yet it's being felt in every way
Remembering you, I'll walk an abyss
The consumption I could never dismiss
Heard like drum beats; her true beauty is this
To the end of days, we will be able to reminisce
A singularity of grandest notion
Vast is this lovely swirling ocean
Wild; like the time of locomotion
Perfections elixir set into motion
Woman-owned green beans won't string you along,
But if you're a man, it’s likely you're wrong.
Woman-owned green beans, our virtues extole,
Hand-picked from the bush, eschewing the pole.
Woman-owned green beans for the man of the hour,
We’d best make that two, they still need a shower.
Woman-owned green beans are never on sale,
‘Cuz working for less is beyond the pale.
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got a chuckle out of this label at the store...
peering out the kitchen window
you are on your knees working
afore the roses are a border
of smaller annuals
you know their names
intimate knowledge of their needs
hands that care for thee and me
so often i find myself
in this domain where your touch
permeates every aspect of existence
while i see only the beauty in color and form
i am not so devoid of this picture
as not to recognize
the touch of Monet therein
i have been given a moment with a masterpiece
that only i will ever have
one that will forever grace
the gallery in my heart, where are your portraits
where i go when life takes you momentarily away
and i am missing you
1/4/19 Kismet
You are gorgeous, a glorious essence of what a woman should be.
Stunning inside and out, I am in awe of your dual beauty.
I see you walking toward me, and I feel joyful and excited.
You have the power of the ebony puma, sleek, fast and deadly.
You are a cocoa princess, the beauty of the ages, the ultimate woman.
Your skin shines with a sexy sheen, your enthusiasm coming forward.
Proud of heritage and ancestral ways, when I observe your confidence.
You exude what is right, always working toward the greater good.
Beautiful, beyond outer beauty. Your aura prances into world corners.
By showing the others how selfless and wonderful you are,
You uplift their understanding of our race. Keep on keeping on.
Wonderful ebony puma woman, I adore you and always will.
Is the therapy working?
Oh, yes, definitely.
So you feel better?
Not exactly
But you still go?
Of course, I can’t hurt her feelings.
The therapist’s feelings?
She nods her head 'yes'.
And she gets angry when I don’t go.
How do you know that?
She calls and yells at me.
Seriously? And you still go?
For twelve years now.
Why?
I have to go. I don’t want her wrath.
Do you discuss anything with her?
Not really.
So why do you go?
It costs my parents $100 a week.
It’s my way to punish them.
Working Woman
The little wren hen is in a fitful mood
From scurrying all day in search of food.
The journey is dangerous in a world so rude
Yet she dares provide for her waiting brood.
Observations of a wren hen from my porch.
Copyright 2019
We sat side by side for many almost twenty years
Sharing a million laughs and a bucket of tears
Helping each other through the long work day
Caring for patients, working together along the way
Intuition told me we'd be friends from the start
The experience of years revealed her loving heart
Now we've each taken a different life track
But I know that she'll always have my back
When life is hard all I have to do is place a call
Marsha will be there to catch me if I should fall
At times we were pretty crazy I must admit
I called her MAD woman, it just seemed to fit
I feel so blessed to still have her in my life
Sharing the past and the future, our joys and strife..
for the Ode To A Friend contest