Poems About: WORK

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

  • 229.
    What was taught fought with that wrought to sought

    Democratic leaders work to keep voters rites fired up over a fiery election right
    and forgive them, instead of seeking revenge, knowing not to fight
    policy overly simplistic at times less inspiring works sung
    in teaching respect for authority while children are still young. read more »

    Hercolena Oliver
  • 230.
    In Her Dark Citadel (Revised)

    I am so glad to be led by Madame Pompadour,
    her employees are irksome self-motivated prigs
    dissatisfied as their central value, the ethic of
    the hard-working Calvinist, showing a lack of read more »

    Margaret Alice Second
  • 231.
    A Ballad Of Wasted Years

    I have walked through tougher Harlem where few strangers dare to go
    And I've been in London City in the rain and in the snow
    And I've worked in inner Melbourne in the searing summer heat
    And believe me if I tell you I have earned the bread I eat. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 232.
    We Can Work It Out

    [Logan]
    Try to see it my way,
    Do I have to keep on
    Talking till I can't go on? read more »

    Jojo JAC
  • 233.
    What Is Work For Some

    Many people pretend to work,
    But very few actually work.
    The rest of them hardly work,
    Pushing files is doing work. read more »

    renu kakkar
  • 234.
    Hum You Have to Get Up

    You have to get up;
    I don't want to get up.
    Why don't you want to get up?
    I'm very comfortable where I am, thank you. read more »

    Mill Field
  • 235.
    (H - Baba Amte - 1994) Worship of Work

    All grim prejudice to work
    He scrupulously shed;
    He grew grace in such work
    Which by ignorance lay degraded. read more »

    Kannan G
  • 236.
    So Much To Do

    The face of the world is a homely face,
    And the look of the world unkind,
    When harsh on your arm a hand it lays
    And bids you into the grind,
    That 's little to your mind, my dear,
    That 's little to your mind. read more »

    Madison Julius Cawein
  • 237.
    Bosses

    Ted Jones our supervisor a quiet bloke he doesn't have much to say
    But he makes sure we do our work or so 'twould seem that way
    For he's often with our foreman Tim and on us they keep an eye
    The word from them if you keep working the time so quickly fly. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 238.
    Addicted To Running

    At least he's not causing pollution of him that would be fair to say
    He runs to the work yard in the morning and back home at the end of the day
    A distance of some twelve kilometres that is six kilometres each way
    A fitness fanatic and a hard working fellow for him never an easy pay. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 239.
    A Good Marriage

    A good marriage is made of equal respect
    And the ability to communicate
    You have to be able to talk to each other
    You have to be able to relate read more »

    Dianna Nally
  • 240.
    When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted

    When Earth's last picture is painted
    And the tubes are twisted and dried
    When the oldest colors have faded
    And the youngest critic has died read more »

    Rudyard Kipling
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