Top 100 Poems About: WORK


In this page, poems on / about “work” are listed.
  • 1.
    Mowing

    There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
    And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.
    What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself;
    Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun, read more »

    Robert Frost
  • 2.
    The Instruction Manual

    As I sit looking out of a window of the building
    I wish I did not have to write the instruction manual on the uses of a new metal.
    I look down into the street and see people, each walking with an inner peace,
    And envy them—they are so far away from me! read more »

    John Ashbery
  • 3.
    The World Is Too Much With Us; Late And Soon

    The world is too much with us; late and soon,
    Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
    Little we see in Nature that is ours;
    We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! read more »

    William Wordsworth
  • 4.
    Po' Boy Blues

    When I was home de
    Sunshine seemed like gold.
    When I was home de
    Sunshine seemed like gold. read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 5.
    I Hear America Singing

    I Hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;
    Those of mechanics--each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong; read more »

    Walt Whitman
  • 6.
    What Work Is

    We stand in the rain in a long line
    waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work.
    You know what work is—if you're
    old enough to read this you know what read more »

    Philip Levine
  • 7.
    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
  • 8.
    Calling Him Back From Layoff

    I called a man today. After he said
    hello and I said hello came a pause
    during which it would have been
    confusing to say hello again so I said read more »

    Bob Hicok
  • 9.
    A Step Away From Them

    It's my lunch hour, so I go
    for a walk among the hum-colored
    cabs. First, down the sidewalk
    where laborers feed their dirty read more »

    Frank O'Hara
  • 10.
    It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play

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    It is easy to work when the soul is at play—
    But when the soul is in pain— read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 11.
    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
  • 12.
    Hay For The Horses

    He had driven half the night
    From far down San Joaquin
    Through Mariposa, up the
    Dangerous Mountain roads, read more »

    Gary Snyder
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