Working Poems - Poems about Working

My name is Chikwela poet, I will speak about Laulent, Not a Bandari college president, The security man in the gate. I like how he invest, Students to wear their identity, Seems like they have forgot, To him I have appreciate. Since bandari I have start, Only him he has react, Even Bacoso how they conduct, He has fulfil the right. Students keep it in the pocket, Not...

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A day escaped, released from the sticky womb of night held firm in the arms of midwife morning, listen to its infant cries the wails of a newborn child unfed demanding of your bed and sleepy scant attention, it matters not that you turn your back and try to block your ears to tears of open-window traffic rage and...

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Dear Jesus thank you that you are working in my life even through my pain and suffering you sustain me giving me strrength to comple my work again only you can help me only you can heal you still help me to encurage others and thank you that others have seen you work in me. i thank you for staying by my side giving...

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You learn to embrace your very own darkening When trapped in a prison of your own making. When it is the lights that were always looming, Yet never letting the light in for any healing....

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"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28 of the Bible's King James Version “All things work together for good” indeed Thus declares the Scriptures of divine creed Illumining minds midst spiritual feed For perspective, breeding cheerfulness’ seed. Toward a better...

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A nine - to - five bartending job - the life, death, and fate of an artist. Forced to sweep cracked tile, and vacuum puke stained floors - until enough people notice him. False faith, or shall I say hope, keeps him writing, painting, singing, drawing - drinking and sinking in his own misery, dragged...

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It's all in your head. It's all in your mind. One day, you'll be dead. One day, you'll be hard to find. We say, "we wish we could fly." We say, "Give us some time." They'll work you till you die, They'll work you till you commit a crime. Freedom is only in your head. Freedom is only in your mind...

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In every lifetime we live and work For progress The court must hear free speech Or the halls of Congress were useless I am not a just man I am only here for world peace The thoughts that don't get here Are the thoughts spoken in wars...

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Never work hard and miss the special moments Be visible in your kids' lives, or it will be a torment You will miss out on all their adventures and dreams Because you're out there in life doing other things So take a timeout to look and stare Make the most of the opportunity without missing a glare Because the special...

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Working class Poet It had been a long day at the factory but when there was a break, he jotted down a few words and during the day, it became a poem- he always had a pen and block ready, words were so flighty he may forget what he wanted to write if he waited too long. Coming home, told his...

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Working toward a nervous breakdown she said Hoping to have three before I am dead Think she’s already had one said uncle Ed Let’s count it as three said his brother Ted...

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Bloom where flower You are planted Shine where you are. Choose loam soil To yield your fruits Bask count patience. Give extra care Expose yourself Work more accord. Invite reaper Loyal worker When days harvest....

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There's no sleepy bird The morning has flown away The bird does not break The memories are falling down Broken heart has become loved ones Trying to close gap breakage There's so much time to compensate Waking up early like birds To catches many worms on prey Before attention breaking of day Life catches many morning train Working hard, going home the last train....

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Migrant bees swarming to the flowers Passing through the beam of sunrays The best ones are meeting the rain The feared ones hiding the round petals So tired for the whole day working Gathering nectar for the seers and queen This is the responsibility of a lowly worker Working his butt out for love and loyalty The beehives must content abundant honey For...

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Endlessly working hard, forever chasing wealth, your Balance is high, but in return for sacrifice is plummeting your health. Working smart, the quality of happiness comes first, mindful of your health, but in return for sacrifice is to be uncertain of Providence By lack of income wealth What would be the choice for you? But...

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