Work Poems | Examples of Work Poetry

I just heard two elevator pitches Surgeons both, too int’rested in riches Yet I found them quite funny Even if they loved money ...

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Here rest my oars. A killick thrown to the school of fishes, To still my boat from the peering waves. Fishy-wishy scatter as water splatters, Like wood chips flying when the pickaxe strikes. A ship draws near, but my killick blocks its kiss— Its stale mouth might stagger my rest, And send my gathered fish fleeing the net. Much of the mud my...

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When love is good, it's really great. Unfortunately for most when the sparkle fades, they don't know how to fix it. Seems easier for many to clear the slate and go for instant gratification of finding someone new. They're addicted to easy pickings and the high of novelty. The other side of that coin is they are cursed to never experience the depth of true and lasting love. AP:...

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Ghanaians are beating The drum of shame For Nigerians Which they will later dance to Calling Nigerians in Ghana All sorts of names, due to some misunderstanding Now they're promoting hate just because of mistakes. Ghanaians are on the street Creating scenarios Nigerians the villains Forgetting they triggered it Forgetting what their Ghanaians Are doing to Nigerians as well No country without...

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Reflection catches My guilt . I lose the trust In whatever , God, I pray too. I need a release , I need to take the seat I need to Stare back at Me. Eyes opening a grave. Don't won't to Be IN THE WAY. I'm red, in chains Im Covered , In dirt Unburied Me slowly. I'm...

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Toward optimum development defying diagnosis gloom faith of child soars midst freedom bliss hits milestones yon debility blight from wheelchair not exiled radiating hope, trusting the Lord* while prayer reaches heaven heart beseeches ... triumphantly styled. *Psalm 28:7 The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my...

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Across the way, I can replay Scenes from the past, like a wandering day Of hope and tenderness on the blue bus Among riders, hurried but generous. As such stars passed through Montana, eyes stared, With nice young men, jobless, steeped in despair, Yet, still the road offered joy and surprises, Bright beaches beneath friendly sunrises. Felt like an odyssey beaming with light, And...

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When one hits pay-dirt How far can this go The thrill in success is habit forming Success becoming currency of the day’s blo' Materialism playing a heavy hand as judgment With minions waiting to join in Groping for a share... a nibble Crumbs from a well stocked table thin Success breeding honey pots Of opportunity to crowds waiting... To fill the known orchards Supplying needed and...

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you be the decoy, the bait, he said why me? she wondered. Does he want me dead? they were partners, detectives in D.C. perpetrator would go after the likes of she....

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a freshly mown lawn the clippings become new mulch the grass will thrive now ...

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Todd’s latest job’s in arbitrage He said it’s the hottest thing going I asked Todd, if that is the case why isn’t the field exponentially growing ...

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The area where the coffee scent fills the air Where the homeless see the well off and just stare Everyone has their heads down into their phones Beautiful buildings and waterfalls running off stones The people are too educated to be nice and polite Front desk security is called if something isn't right Plenty of places to choose from to fill...

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Johnny's parents owned a bakery, selling cakes and yummy confections. Though only nine-years-old, Johnny showed interest, asking questions. He was soon making tasty cookies, to the glee of his baby sister, Anna. For parents are the best teachers, like golden days, leaving in glamour. Johnny's parents decided to offer, some of his buttery cookies for sale; For he had...

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On a sunny day Right in my parlour Laying on the couch I was going through my phone Then I paused for a moment Because of the sound of our wall clock. The time keeps ticking Every second You see how busy nature is Why sitting without labouring? Don't choose comfort At the age of labour Then you...

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We are spring plants Stretching towards the sunlight, There is no excuse for "I can't"s If we strive and don't lose sight We will bloom and produce fruit As long as the summer season permits, If we work with an earnest pursuit In autumn we can harvest the benefits....

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