Inspirational Work Poems | Examples
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lazy bones, bound in poverty’s grip
in a garden, where hesitation weeds grow~
filled with s t r a n g l e d d e l i c a c i e s…
a recipe of wisdom, never tasted
couched like a fly in an endless stupor…
abandoned in a ship, lost in the doldrums~
in a dark tunnel, where
echoes slowly f a d i n g
doomed to sail a sinking ship with no lifeboat
yet your arms can still push a boulder uphill~
so put your shoulder to the wheel...
never stop, reach the mountain's peak
sharpen the saw, dig for gold, tame white horses~
while sweat streams down your brow
for once you're interred in a grave
with nothing to illuminate the darkness
mountain of your strength will only enrich the grains of sand...
and fork in the road will give you no direction to choose
you'll just be lost in the maze...
like a deer in a headlight
as confused as a dog watching a magic trick
work the dream, live the dream but don't ever daydream your dreams.
Written on: February 27th, 2025
For Contest: Write One Beautiful Line
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Contest Judged: 3/1/2025 2:19:00 PM
Placement: 3rd
Wheel by wheel in its craft
of running...
The rain falls and falls
watering craft...
Blows, the wind that blows
its job of winding...
How it sleeps the night
in its craft of dreaming...
The sheep jump and jump,
in their jumping crafts...
Children play at play,
sweet crafts just for playing...!
Never Give Up
Miracle Man
10/7/2024
He worked hard each day nearly non stop,
He thought that his project was over the top.
But when his day came,
Outcome was the same.
He learned his invention was another flop.
Don't let tomorrow turn into NEVER!
Launch yourself on that next ENDEAVOR.
You are eternal and what you do now will live on FOREVER.
What you can do today, for tomorrow, don't LEAVE.
Just go out there and honorably wear your heart on your SLEEVE.
It doesn't matter if yesterday you didn't START.
Quiet your mind so you can lead with your HEART.
And watch as you daily transform yourself into a more beautiful work of ART.
The 'end' of this lifetime can be NEAR.
So do everything in your power now and without FEAR,
To not let tomorrow turn into never, as it is not quite promised and not yet HERE.
I lost hope; I broke down;
Who was there to save me then?
I looked awkward in that gown;
Yours was a wolves’ dire den.
So many years rolled away;
Still, your scary scorn
Blurs my world even today;
I need a new morn.
“Be it for a penny or be it for a dime,
You can never, never stand
On your own feet, regardless of time;
You’re born to digest reprimand.”
I was bullied; I was stung;
They tried to turn me to stone;
I kept on; I had clung
To the truth in polite tone.
Finally, the results got declared;
They came to know my work in silence;
A few got scared, the others just flared;
I was awarded for my diligence.
To get where you want or what you want
You have to start from where you are
With what you have at hand at that moment
doing what you've never done consistently
To get what or where you've never before
Giving what the masses want and love.
Success do not comes by playing mediocre
Very timid no venture no success no fun
Failures ain't stop signs but stepping stone
After hitting rock bottom keep trying
Success decorates the doers not the don't er
There's always a way when you make one
Skills are tools for navigating through
Acquire as much as you can while thriving
Striving until you've attained your desires
Creating multiple streams of income is great
Multi tasking according to schedules unfailingly
With a persisting relentless attitude.
Your behavior and attitude towards your goal
Will determine the outcome of your establishment
Connections and growth depends on your ability
Greatness comes from going the extra miles
Winners are not surrender's, steady revival's
Active and always improving in skills and worth.
The gold of the chest is broken,
and the hand that falls hard becomes rice,
The fruit turns into iron when it goes inside.
The force that makes it strong
The giver one day becomes the eater,
as night.
He is now a merchant,
Not a farmer, a bloody knife.
With one hand, he now donates,
He took it back with another hand. Very nice!
Who will say that it was mixed with the ground?
Two days ago, Now that is above the sky.
Day after day passed
Night after night
the little flowers that smile in the yard
Now the shoe walks upon it
and it does not hesitate to grind.
The man thought he was working
Forgot that he is also a citizen
The farmer lost, and the merchant also in a fight
In the end,
He realizes that he is the most arrogant grain
He is also the mice.
Average Wasn’t Good Enough
Miracle Man
4/27/2024
If life were simple everyone would excel.
Before I could make others believe in me,
I had to exhibit a belief in myself,
and God given ability.
I realized to be good at something
would require putting in the work,
while being persistent.
Just average wouldn’t get the job done,
because cream always rises to the top.
I always endeavored to do more
than I thought was expected of me.
A few people will grow the Roses,
while multitudes will just smell them.
Give me the man/woman with burning desire,
and you can have the most talented one.
Tom
ANOTHER TIME
It was another time, not at all like now
None thought history was in the making
Hard labouring with sweat on the brow
A full day’s work and limbs were aching
Some were still waiting for that new age
And said it was so, but were only faking
For most, life stuck forever at that stage
Retirement only when an old body failed
Many folk were ready to turn that page
Years later, new work heroes were hailed
Trades Unions formed with collective voice
Striking, like a rebellion, as workers railed
Today, there seems to be another choice
Work, or stone the Chairman’s RollsRoyce
Strength a labor of time,
A work which breaks bones,
An effort which I have made mine,
While I work once again,
This time I work with friends,
With this I can go through the pain.
As corporate cogs go home for the day
Offices empty, regaining their still.
Serene and reflective, sweeping away
Janitor’s magic unfolds, if you will.
His footfalls echo as the dusk falls fast,
Away from the noise, he’s working the night.
Crucial starry role in a one man cast
Sheds sparkle and shine by the morning light.
Wonder if he hums a familiar tune,
Grooving around comfy company chairs,
Close companions - the kettle and the moon -
True confidantes of his midnight affairs.
Though one man cast stays behind the curtain,
His spic and span act shows clean and certain.
Built with rusted steel
Steel mined by the workers’ hands
Faceless above crowds
An angel not from the blue
But built with man’s blood and hope
Awesome revival am I of divine light
Working possibly through miraculous might
Midst Spirit, water and fire’s partnership-delight
Toward life-building flight against failures’ blight.
With the Spirit of God, I commence regeneration-zest
Quickening souls along water’s cleansing for new creation’s best
Granting eternal life midst fire of faith, verily blest
From the Saviour’s loving nest against condemnation’s pest.
Toward spiritual ardor of fiery service-glow
My reviving water along goodness does glow
Bringing hope for every believer’s peaceful tomorrow
Assuring joy of the Lord against attacking woe and sorrow.
*Romans 8:16 The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God.
September 15, 2023
2nd place, "Personification of the Elements" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 9/23/2023
Hope radiates future glow
Assuring well blessings’ flow
Poured from God as supply source
To do best midst gracious force.
With hope of welcoming mirth
Hearts claim faith-assuring worth
To conquer idleness’ strain
Championing discipline’s gain.
As hope constantly prevails
Along trust that never fails
Hard work rests on divine might
With favor of service light.
Anticipating great hope*
Drives steps toward wider scope
Soaring for victory’s crest
Of sharing and loving zest.
*Titus 1:2 In hope of eternal life, which God, that cannot lie, promised before the world began.
May 14, 2023
5th place, "A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1220" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/2/2023