Work Poems | Examples of Work Poetry

Written December 19, 2024 Constantly find myself looking for a thrill Another day another week another year but still I might as well be right back where it all began Still looking in the stands for my biggest fan Nothing compares to the fever dream Yet I think I might be running out of steam At times I dream of the corner...

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The city speaks in static not loud, not soft, just indifferent. It hums beneath the sky's neon bruise, where overpasses arc like broken spines above rivers of unmoving faces. I wait for nothing at the pedestrian bend a chipped corner where the dust gathers like the memory of a voice I haven't heard since home. The gum-stained cement remembers me. The railings dull with a thousand...

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They bore the winds of time as they rose from arid lands. They sun poked past one peak while my work crew waited to move to another place on the highway, and we knew the day would fade. We knew highways must always be mended and the same with our lives. We spoke in hushed voices among these hills made when the earth shifted. Somewhere beyond rested a...

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Oh, hail the champions of the couch potato throne, Whose true inspiration is laziness alone! From the depths of sloth, great inventions arise, A tribute to those who prefer their dreams to the skies. The remote control, a marvel of our time, No more adjusting; we’ve reached our prime! With just...

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My Work I wonder why we call it “work”, When it is, quite obviously… Something we love to do, something more than “work” Something tender and true, a poem – a song – our muse It is more than “work” because it breathes From the spirit living deep within From the heart who hears – His voice Offering a new word,...

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My Job Is Killing Me Manual Labor Under appreciated Underpaid Short breaks Work yourself to death Too many call inns Lazy generation No effort No strong work ethics Hard night just to earn a dollar Never save enough to retire Eyes are burning 2 days off are flying Everyday is just a blur Feet to...

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I’m proud to serve, that’s true as hell, But sometimes I wonder why we’re here to rebel— Not against the mission, not against the fight, But the brass and the game that fogs up the right. They say it’s a brotherhood, shoulder to shoulder, But I see ‘em slicked up, gettin' rank over the bolder. The ones who dodge grime, fresh-pressed...

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You practice and you train, you wrack your damn brain, you push through the pain, it still goes sideways. You’re up before dawn, give it guts and brawn, till the last ounce is gone, it still goes sideways. You have all the tools, and follow regs and rules, like all the other fools, it still goes sideways. You do it all right, keep it in the fight, hustling day and night, it still...

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He sat on the corner his back quite bent, each dollar he collected, he quickly spent. His sign’s report, He needed support, His get up and go had got up and went. ...

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Sitting there watching from the corner of my eye From my kitchen window, what did I see? A leprechaun rolling his wheel barrow in his finery Full of gold coins entering a black door I looked around no one else was there He shouted” give me my gold and I go” “What gold” I shouted back Or was he making it...

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Only Losers steal. Go get a job and earn it, become productive. ...

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The sun is high in the summer sky And no clouds to be seen The grass is high neath the summer sky And growing tall and green The mower starts with growling roar And cuts through swaths of fescue This mowing proves a sweaty chore And soon I beg for rescue My lawn’s expanse appears to grow The longer that I labor Seems to expand...

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I walk from work a smile upon my face a busy shift, 'Emergency' the place. Where sick and injured come in through the door and we are always ready to care for. Alarms are sounding, monitors beep, beep, all beds are full, and to their needs we leap. Check vital signs, the temp, pulse, and BP take blood, a urine test, an...

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I'm lover not a fighter, me spilling exclamations instead of blood, its what I resamble, the ink in my viens that paints not images but setting reactions on the loose. Please! blame me not, creativity is access, mean not to invade but i'm without bearings, this din in my words, put flames to my surrounding, ...

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