Poems About: WORK

Cento: a literary work made up of parts from other works

He showered the audience with obsenities
The scribe D'esparbe's wrote of his distain read more »

My nights turned into blanksheets
My breath filled with unwanted fits
My being covered with sad shades
All around, After a while, read more »

Someday I Know
Ill wake from this dream
With nary a wimper
Much less a scream read more »

When Words Don’t Work
When words don't work
You've left this plane
And opened yourself to read more »

I work forty miles from home,
so I drive eighty miles a day.
I quite enjoy the journey
it give me time to pray. read more »

'You are what you are, '
How true to say; but
You're not bound to be
What you are today. read more »

Workers
Are working read more »

Arias, music of the stars
Drifting in infinite night sky
Opera stage and desert sands compete. read more »

My i-Pod is broken
nobody knows
well it works socially
but I miss the music read more »

They were thrown in a ship,
So full they did not have
Any place to move or sleep,
Taken to the continent read more »

She worked at eighteen,
Most beautiful and shapely,
For a few bucks a amonth
On a casual basis, worked read more »

So beautiful and so handsome
He’d catch any ladies eye
They hold their breath in wonder
This splendid amazing guy read more »