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Poems About: WORK

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  • 325.
    Playing In The Dirt

    Tiredness fill every bone
    From pulling weeds
    From seeds long sown
    Unaware. read more »

    D. S. Jones
  • 326.
    His Work

    He brews his beer and,
    Frees his mind with his work;
    Love!
    Like the muse of a new born baby; read more »

    Edward Kofi Louis
  • 327.
    Rest

    Work, then rest
    Is a commandment from GOD.
    Obey,
    You will enjoy your life. read more »

    Michael Tunduli
  • 328.
    Thank You Lord For Work

    For work, we thank You Lord
    Indeed it is a blessing.
    To buy the things we can afford,
    A source of income for our living. read more »

    Cynthia BuhainBaello
  • 329.
    o...what...?

    women are


    works... read more »

    otteri selvakumar
  • 330.
    Ballade Of The Paid Puritan

    In vain with whip and knotted cord
    The hirelings of hypocrisy
    Would make us comely for the Lord:
    Think ye God works through such as ye-- read more »

    Richard Le Gallienne
  • 331.
    No Beer, No Work

    The shades of night was fallin’ slow
    As through New York a guy did go
    And nail on ev’ry barroom door
    A card that this here motter bore: read more »

    Ellis Parker Butler
  • 332.
    Faucets That Work Well

    My English teachers might not approve this thought
    But if I understand the confessional genre of Sharon Olds correctly -
    she might.
    It is not just our childhood's that we survive or transcend or by read more »

    Bill Grace
  • 333.
    She made me go to work in a raging snow storm blizzard

    read more »

    Susie Sunshine
  • 334.
    She was in the profession

    She stopped her work at her lawn when she saw me
    and leaned over the fence and we talked for over two hours
    with my elbow on her posts and my feet resting
    against the palings. read more »

    Raj Arumugam
  • 335.
    Love Chucka

    How did I find the feeling to write the words in my mind? ? ?
    Times of sand cannot wash the images.
    The business is to confess.
    The test in making more of those faces I love oh so much. read more »

    CASA WILSON
  • 336.
    (Lyric) Cut All To Hell

    The cost of living's rising every day
    when there ain't no work a man can't pay
    when there's farmers not farming and white collars blue in jail
    you know the working man just got Cut all to Helll. read more »

    Connetta Jean
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