Worked Poems - Poems about Worked

Forgive this battery; tilt up your chin. You're ready now. Still, absent. "Help! Help!" Life running in. Futile. Puckered breath on silent chest. Crushing pain and animal calls. "Please! Please!" A familiar voice. We work. Not for you. You are lost, forever and complete. Distinguished face, absent now. Silver hair matted red and brown. For them. We work. Body rushed to mind's demented end. Forgive us...

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she grabbed her cat and began to dance the spell had worked! Not only was she a monarch witch but her colors were pastel The two things she had been dreaming about She kissed her spell book the cat hissed a bit at first but she gave him a warning clench if he wanted to stay her familiar he had better keep up with...

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I Have Finally Worked Me out. I’m impulsive I never stay when I want to leave I’m annoying They feel it, but are too polite to say. I’m opinionated So much so, I show my own stupidity I’m explosive My temper sometimes lets loose I’m a recluse I love being alone, in my own company I’m scared Mostly by things which will never happen I’m suspicious I trust very...

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It's a day. There's a flip in it. First bit is a blah, blah, blah - lots of stuff we'll deal with later. You know, how it might all end as relayed by a doctor, but that's deferred until Monday and another doctor. Second bit, I got my act together. It didn't look likely when I showed up...

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I am not sure what size shoes I now wear, it is hard to be small with skin so fair. Wishing I was reading in a big chair instead I wipe my eye from a big tear. My heart smiles when others can takeover, this wheat is heavy not light like clover. Back breaking work not fit for any child this hard...

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to you who seems to think time is infinite to you who seems so sure the clock will stand hushed and still until you’re ready to press that button i’m not sure what to say i don’t share your delusion yet strangely I must admit i relish in the illusion that time might somehow hover suspended and surreal if we so choose to...

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She threw his ashes away. An impulsive act. Unfortunately, I had suggested it. As a joke. She says it worked! He is not haunting the house anymore. He was her husband. She professed to hate him. I have one awful thought. If she has regrets or he finds out it was my suggestion, Will I be the next one that gets haunted?...

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I will never work the graveyard shift Because elementary students are not awake all night. My charges whom I persuade and uplift. They bring me all kinds of happiness and light. My husband worked the graveyard shift For about a year, once upon a time, many years ago. We had two small babies, so the real challenge was mine. Trying to keep...

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Smartest Artist Who Had Worked Her Hardest seemed to be smartest (5) such a fantastic artist (7) had tried her hardest (5) Five vowels than seven vowels followed by five vowels verified each vowel he had been a wise old owl much art work compile...

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hello Barr this is Woodward would you like to talk to me about a new book called Justice? it will be fun....

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Rejoice the end of deathly days when winter's witch worked wicked ways. Free from dark times we sing our praise. Now sap flows after its long fast. Snowdrops flare white in bright contrast. Buds nourished, now they swell and burst. From blackest loam to spectrum glow. Bold blue, rich purple, bright yellow and subtle shades of pastel show. Aloft, we hear the 'caw-caw' cry as...

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Had Worked Our Shirt Off of our back we had worked our shirt, And even though we did never had hurt; Was catch; Did stretch; We grew out after having a growth spurt. Jim Horn...

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Hey baby there's a roast in the oven And all the dishes are done I washed your socks and underwear Now let's have some fun *not for contest...

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I laugh out loud every time I hear a politician say, that the best way to enrich a black person's life, is to give them a job Give them some work to do Labor is the way out of poverty --- are you kidding me! They got the nerve, telling a black person in America they need to work Put the shoulder to the grinding...

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Charlie. I worked with Charlie for 14 years. He was a little older than me, did the same job. Sure had the "highs and lows" - he must have been manic-depressive or bipolar or something. He'd blow up, but remained a good friend. Charlie was big, had to be 350 lbs. or 160 kg. A...

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