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Poems About: WORK

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  • 217.
    my three works

    uplift this bound community
    bound by systems of wealth and non-wealth
    allow people to struggle less
    allow people to have options read more »

    lee robin thomas
  • 218.
    Touched You Today

    I reached out and touched you today
    Could've been led astray
    With all the troubles on my brain read more »

    Atty Davis
  • 219.
    There Is More To Life Than Hard Work

    I can't say my life's been a great life that I've been there and I've done that
    But I worked in pipe laying crew for Michael Kelleher in Buninyong near Ballarat
    And I worked in the late eighties for a firm called C.D.L.
    Jack hammering in the heat of Summer when the days were hot as hell. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 220.
    Hard Work

    Hard Work
    Oh, Man! Work like a dog and live like a king
    Hard work can help you accomplish anything
    The systematic work only bears the fruit read more »

    Setaluri Padmavathi
  • 221.
    More About People

    When people aren't asking questions
    They're making suggestions
    And when they're not doing one of those
    They're either looking over your shoulder or stepping on your toes read more »

    Ogden Nash
  • 222.
    work

    Work is the curse of the working class
    The rich just bide their time
    Work gives riches to all but me
    The rich just get by fine read more »

    jack frost
  • 223.
    The Socialist And The Suffragist

    Said the Socialist to the Suffragist:
    'My cause is greater than yours!
    You only work for a Special Class, read more »

    Charlotte Perkins Stetson Gilman
  • 224.
    21 - Victorian Poverty

    A period of extreme poverty of the lower working classes
    As they worked to the death the rich sat politely on their arses
    London’s poor tried to scrape a living doing jobs the devil created
    As the rich sat at their windows laughing at the pitiful souls they hated read more »

    nicola burkett
  • 225.
    Cutting New Medicine

    The redness turns to a trail of pale pink
    each droplet starts its journey in the bathroom sink
    The only medicine that works but it leaves a few scars read more »

    Somebody Insignificant
  • 226.
    By Grace Are Ye Saved

    In grace the holy God
    Did full salvation plan,
    Electing in His sovereign grace
    To save rebellious man. read more »

    Daniel Webster Moody
  • 227.
    Little Impetus

    Simple man may be known by his need
    He may be known more even by his deeds
    Nothing helps except his noble work
    Big talk may earn him praise with hollow words read more »

    hasmukh amathalal
  • 228.
    This Is Payment Price This Poet Pays

    My friend is a salary man luckily gainfully employed
    five days a week for eight hours a day he earns his pay.
    I also for decades worked my days for weekly monthly pay.
    I studied hard put in extra time to fully earn my worker pay, read more »

    Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
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