Most Commented Work Poems (218)

What if there was a worldwide minimum wage of 15 dollars an hour?
What would someone in Vietnam or China make in a year?
So let's multiply it out
15 hour work day times seven days a week equals 105 hours
Let's say they also get time and a half after 40 hours
So the first 40 hours would equal 600 dollars
The next 65 hours would equal 1,462.5 dollars
Add them together and you get 2,062.5 dollars
Multiply that out times 52 weeks and you get 107,250 dollars
What do they get now?
It's around a dollar an hour with no overtime
So they get 105 dollars a week and 5,460 dollars a year
Where does the 101,790 dollars a week go?
What do the owners of these companies do with all that money?
How much do you really need to be comfortable at their expense?
When is Michael Jordan going to go to Nike and demand good pay?
Probably not too soon as he just became a billionaire this year
Off of shoes made by neglected workers making a dollar an hour

You freak me out!
You have no idea how hard it is to be around you
You told me how you punched your boyfriend in the face
Another girl talks gossip nonstop
This guy is taking weed and hails from Chicago
This other guy look like he just entered this country illegally
Why do you have a purple mowhawk?
You have tattoos all over your arms
What do they all mean?
I'm afraid to ask
I'm afraid you'll yell at me
I can't think
I can't breathe
I'm shell shocked
When will this work shift end so I can be away from all of you
Where I can be at peace
Where I can be safe
Some are nice
But they leave too soon
They are too few
I wish I didn't feel this way
I really do
But here I stand
Waiting for the bell to ring
It is 3:00 P.M.
Yeah!

Once we journeyed to explore
the Northern icy roar,
flushed with childish infancy
it ways ourselves to see,
quiet treasures there did find,
unknown before to Southern minds,
amidst some spinney green lit grove,
nature's splendour carefully wove,
where scented thoughts belong,
the noble artistry of nature's song,
now interned in a murky bower,
grandeur's fire now turned sour,
here, Longhill's jewel wrapt in cloak,
by stately Beech, Ash and Oak,
masked in all its misty gloom,
as a dying flower that once did bloom,
now eroding time of all that's left,
awaits the lingering pain of death,
yet fervently and proudly still
stands the monarch of this captive hill,
in quiet lines of beauty's grace,
its architect with care did trace,
and ancient man with mason's pride,
his sculptured craft with skill applied,
with visions belief as God adores,
like oft their fathers did before,
artisans, butlers, maids and all,
were naught but puppets to this Hall,
Alas! They long since have gone away,
alone, to life's fast fading day;
still, lofty trees stand guard the door,
their leafy shadows seemingly implore
some guardian fate, that fate may know,
with torch, to renew its fired glow,
With fear my burning heart grew cold,
knowing youth lay in some distant fold,
along with flowers of springtime spent,
Alas! Naught have I to employ,
nor sinful wealth its spoils enjoy,
but there is time yet to live,
an English heart it breath to give,
so, not whilst I breathe,
shall ruinous time conceive
the erosion or the fall,
the history of Longhills Hall.

unfolding tonight
under a full moon
howling one
lonely wolf
sailing thoughts
howl out
from the mind

lonely unable
to sleep
restless hurt
pains deep inside
thinking in falling
raindrop pearls
of deep love

touching from
clouds softly
in a silver lining
then to feel
holding space
in this time
the gravity pull
what happens
the internet connection
goes down
for half an hour

a fierce tugging
in my earth moved
as her lunar
face circled
full overhead
feeling that
cosmic connection

looking upon
a key
i hold dearly
within these hands
held kissing
laced in ribbons
with the heart
beating red passion

from the center
flickering flutters inside
of desire burning
scorching down
crowning jewels
ruby red rose
on moist salted lips
burns a flame
candle lighting feelings
yearning kissing

sparkle beautiful thoughts
opens the heart
up wide
in wonderment
holding this
amazing dream woman
one look seals
my souls deal
fate our destiny

glee embracing
forever more
always with
the deepest love
my dream
is you

Behind the broken side of my life
Behind the broken hearts and lying smiles
Behind the broken glasses and cunning minds
Where can justice and answers be found?

Shadow hides so many truth
Shadow aides so many fakes
Shadow breaks so many shields
And cries when daybreak make

Pain we share
Blood we spare
Trap we snare
This is not the life we tend to believe

I like to shop you see
so working in a
consignment store may
be just the thing for me.
Yet i do not know if that
is to be or another line
of work is what is down
the road for me.
My future is endless you
see i can be anything
i want to be if i just
set my
MIND
BODY
F R E E !!

Whispering thoughts echo
Through the avenues of my mind
Frequently coming to crossroads
Creating a mental bind
Will i stay or will i go
My reasoning is unkind
Doubt is a deterrent
An is making me blind
Time it is to explore
New horizons i may find
Pull up that old anchor
Which is dragging me behind
Search for those bountiful winds
To change the essence of my time.........

At rush hour in any town, people race,
people frown, bloody hell they'd knock
you down, like soldier ants on a quest,
from here to there no time to rest,
catch a bus, catch a train, stand in
line in the rain, bumper to bumper on
the motorway, all work no play, traffic
jam, 4 hour delay, fast movers, slow
takers, lonely hearts and home makers,
a race, a relay, same tomorrow, replay.

There is no better feeling
That will send you reeling
Than a womans natural laughter

To catch her unaware
An entice her to share
Warms your heart then an after

As you look into those eyes
There seems to be surprise
That you've bought about some joy

For the reaction that it brings
Obviously plucked heart strings
As she realises its no ploy

Just a natural rendevous
On opposites sides of the queue
While waiting for an answer

Its a lovely sight to see
A stranger for you to be
Sharing with grace like a ballet dancer

When a man finds a woman
gently he must go
woman have emotions
and a tender soul
some will hurt easily
some will be tough
others will hide the hurt
and then have enough

A woman wants many things
but deeply to love
find someone strong and true
her hand to his glove
and should they argue
as lovers often do
why not hug and love her
and stop her feeling blue

And the rights or wrongs
that make us argue so
let them be like raindrops
and watch them as they go
kiss her and make up
and it will be better in the end
life's too short to argue
when bridges you can mend

So love her tenderly
passionatley eternally
let your lips touch
hands that caress
touch sweet frame
admire her so
shes never a mess
this woman of finess