Working(A) Poems - Poems about Working(A)

...Intro Turn a popstar into a metal head… I’ma change the game/ Have a popstar rocking to guitars and bass… make ‘em bang/ Verse One Popstars get tired of hearing that tune/ So they turn to metal ......

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...I'm trying, and I would not be lying: my life as an Irish Bard's hard. It's absurd, much like working a crossword, tracking the column and row though. So tiring! Like hooking up the wiri......

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...The best moment When you heard appreciation With your boss and see their happiness But it's a saddest moment Deep inside thinking of your children And hoping you can cook for them too Hopin......

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...A tombstone is my thought, I made my tomb out of thoughts I knitted my shroud from hundreds of ideas And out of sadness I finished my coffin. I buried myself in the sunrise When no one was out......

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... There are people who profit, from weapons that kill, and others with narcotics, that sell at will. There are people who steal and lie, and others bully innocents without batting an eye. The......

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...Dalton lived in the north Texas plain, working a ranch he owned for five years, a small spread, but it brought some money in, some solace after all of the past tears. His wife had died giving b......

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...Act 1 A woman is walking down the street After working a long day’s shift, she is exhausted She reaches her house door and pulls out her keys But they fall out of her hands Frustrated, she bend......

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...Not really sure what it’s all about Try as I may, nothing comes out It will return; I haven’t a doubt In the meantime, I’ll give out a shout Working a lot on the humble abode Fixing up pothole......

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...Heavenly Distractions Heavenly distractions Gods divine guidance that will set you in an idle space of quietness Away from all the noxious noise Where you are only able to hear his voice comman......

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...I'll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom; I'll love you till the clover has lost its perfume. I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme, Until the twelfth of never and that's a lon......

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...I knew it that you'll keep going That you wouldn't give up on our dreams Hi, I'm you, and you are me The only difference between us right now Is that I am the dreamer And you are the fulfiller ......

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...I was a meticulous city planner, like future plans we make for jasmine days, And I loved beautifying the big city, like blooming parks where nature plays. I was ever striving to improve the metro......

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...There were three wings at the veterans home.C wing was for the seriously ill .B wing was for those Who were relatively without relatives.Not really unwell just unwanted.Finally the wing I worked on ......

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...I see you there, a shadow in shadows. A form of boney limbs and pale skin your arms your ribs a cage of air. Your eye sockets stare in that deepest of depths of deathly cold light deeper still ......

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...I saw Sting in the lobby this morning, we were going out and he was coming in. Lisa nudged me, “Sting” was all she whispered. He was with a woman and a man. The woman was talking to the doorman. Stin......

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