Workday Poems - Poems about Workday

After Angella Voras-Hills fallen green apples here and there at a dead end, the yard is where in the story lies an ending, the life I lead an illusion a collage along the road of broken houses bathed in light a quiet moment, a lament when the day bleeds into colors and all my realities and dreams connect There is an illusion of light...

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While adults are bound by the obligation of work The children get caught in the routine of school All are engaged through the days of the work week To earn a living or prepare for the work life ahead After the weekend of rest, fun, and labour The body is forced back into that same routine...

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Organ grinder Meat grinder Bump-and-grind The workday grind Get up, get out of bed Drag a comb across my head Yeah, Yeah, Paul: You knew that was coming -- Go to work Pour the coffee Water the plants Sharpen some pencils Head for the water cooler ...

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Arose before dawn Smelled the coffee Fed my dog Worked in a workout Showered and dressed Drove ahead of the pack First in the building Dove headfirst into work Developed and crunched concepts Made calls and commitments Met people shook hands Exchanged and grew trusts Followed through and advanced Checked up on progress Oiled wherever needed Jumped inevitable hoops Made...

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lay clothes fall, hit the bedroom floor, as do those indentured servants bound to my chest. yawning tears puddle, blur optical lenses, amble senselessly toward the cookies and chips. denial as blinds open and close near tv set. chills before wine sets in and cozy socks settle the argument. 2/19/2019...

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seven thirty eight chirping in the prying light library lowing 10/10/2018...

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“come fluttering words, come drifting words to me…” A Rambling Poet A mere housemaid awakens before morning light. Eyes wide, she bolts upright to the bed’s edge, as if late for work, though she never is. Another beautiful day to labor away. Polishing silver...

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what its like to be that soldier? risking your life and sacrificing alot but not every one can call themselves that think of what you do during the day while they dont sleep that chance to not come back home, their families that weap scary?? hearing and seeing bullets fly rounds striking skin battle buddies that die feeling of mortar rounds striking...

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A writer, a poet or even journalist would understand and know, You can not wait for the muse to take over and words to just flow, But life keeps you busy with work and all sorts of things to do, You have limited time for leisurely things that belong to you. We fall into habits to strive for that...

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Work Is Hard to Find When you have to spend All your time Studying as a poor college student Day in and Day out Never knowing where You will be going Or the path that lies ahead for you You are grateful That you have three meals a day Even if you get them By government loans When...

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Another day breaks Bursting upon the sky Changing colors which enter the eye Dangers disappear as light it grows Erasing the fears Fear of the crows Gentle breezes too begin to blow Happy noises begin to grow Into this world I now must step Just in time for meetings kept I but worry keeping my mind on time Hurring now through the day Giving away...

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I work in a factory 10 hours a day 7 days a week the money I make is not enough to pay debts. But somehow someway it gets me through I live day by day sometimes I don’t see how. So I put faith in Jesus he always makes a way when we don’t see...

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the first hint of a shiver running down my spine I look to see what caused it but the meaning of it still hides the following day it hits again with a force that could not be reckoned by morning I am a mess with a pounding head i stress should I spend the day in bed or face the day ahead the thought of bed stays in...

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As i sit on an office chair, feeling confined i feel i gotta take life one day at a time lining up for the rat race but yet i fell that i haven't been born yet still all the other cats chase while I'm just trying to get my foot in the door I'm trying to get up that ladder, but...

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On the job he sits at his desk all day The boss is gone? He flew the coop! Tapping fingers ‘til the day is done He'd better watch out, it'll soon be gone We work all week, plus some over- time At the beauty shop, his wife in style Tapping fingers ‘til the day is done He'd better watch out,...

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