Worker Poems - Poems about Worker

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...Read the rest...

An out-of-money experience Is almost like existing without an essence This period is one so awful No money, no elation, just doleful The money in your bank is broke The money in your hand is nil Who to call that is...Read the rest...

The energetic hyper crazy worker bee saws a stem For the prickly green thorns give him pause, annoying him The rose looks more like a daisy anyway Another reason he feels he can fool around and play I watch...Read the rest...

John Pete's house is full The golden field is empty Who'll work, heed the call?...Read the rest...

Some say I’m a mean girl, but that’s not true I put on a facade when my heart’s feeling blue I enjoy camaraderie, conversation and silly fun And will be there for others until my life is...Read the rest...

The life of a worker I'm just a worker, nothing else ...Read the rest...

Being hard worker Is a motor that pushes You at bull worker....Read the rest...

Have you ever seen an abandoned child, cold and hungry, deluded and exiled. That’s why God made the Social Worker How about a mother who made a bad decision, then needed guidance, and a brand new vision. That’s why God...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

I would like to play cricket at an early age ...Read the rest...

He remembers it before it arrives, To collect a far one hundred miles drives, To keep stalling payment his life deprives, Better he ended up in beehives… The end of every month full of meaning, It’s a female worker’s...Read the rest...

there is no pollen as sweet as an orchid’s pollen there is frenzied buzzing at this announcement worker bee backs off, sensing anger of the queen no longer safely anonymous...Read the rest...

What if he passes away at the age of forty? The servant who was the backbone of society Female self-esteem protector He interacted with the people and listened to their joys and sorrows. The populist leader The societal servant The owner...Read the rest...

At first they are just people who work where I do. I try not to get too friendly to most of them. But once in a while a new one comes in and I run to her. Yes,...Read the rest...

Working behind the counter of a bookstore I have a chance to look… to browse among our shelves and find the oldest books I love the feel of them in my hands, to gently turn their pages...Read the rest...