Career Poems

Career poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of career poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on career are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Why Do You Work?

Why Do You Work? short poem

What is the reason why you work? “Because I have to”, did I guess your thought? I just can’t understand idea Of why we work in such a sphere Where we don’t use our heart and soul. Instead, we tend

Singing For My Supper

Singing For My Supper short poem

“Come on, you know you want to give us another song,” My God, if you knew how much those words were wrong. “You don’t have a real job, you only have to sing” I’ll tell that to the tax man

The Interview

The Interview prose poem

His fingers were frenetically tapping, as if passionately rehearsing the recapitulation of Schubert’s rich, nuanced B Flat Major Sonata. Eyes darting back and forth in the waiting room, accompanying the clamor of paper rustling and sonorous rhythmic accented breathing. *click*

Love

Love short poem

The night in Love.. The lady shatter her dream.. She sacrifices all her career.. For the sake of love.. She surrender.. In front of Beloved one.. Ooh you caught me.. Oooh make me fine.. Oooh you love me… The man

The Economizer

The Economizer ballad

The poor man on the street Tattered clothes bare feet A small bowl to collect his needs A timely beat his cry repeat One small drop One small coin He thanks you While you did not Notice his smile At

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What Is Love?

What Is Love? short poem

I never knew the meaning of Love; Until I met you my dove. The moment I saw and heard you; I feel for you. You treated me as a friend; I treated you more than a friend. Finally, the day

The Absent-minded Boy

The Absent minded Boy short poem

There once was a boy from this place, Where nature gleams with glorious grace. Though all seemed right And the sun always bright, He dreamed of someday travelling through space. In school, The only thing he ever did do was

Natasha

Natasha long poem

She descends from en-suite and the balcony-shops, sways down the stairway, leather-mini concealing, sometimes revealing, lace stocking-tops; carries her bruises where nobody sees. In the hub of the foyer the faces are probing, sharp as the glare of the night-patrol’s

Journey Of Self Discovery

Journey Of Self Discovery short poem

What I am Who I want to be Am I just a stranger in this dinosaur world, or my is existence limited to rest ,eat and pee. Every day is a new day , I try to discover myself, The

The Broken Half Of The Sky

The Broken Half Of The Sky short poem

“Today at work”, she says, “My boss went berserk” Has all the luxuries of the world, Except if you see closely, she has no one. Beautiful and intelligent she is for sure, but Rumours tell me she was never chosen

Panacea

Panacea long poem

To render oil from a snake you first must find a snake buying one from a store is no good to have one place in your hands is no good these frauds illegitimize the oil it can be tasted and

To Women

To Women short poem

Women are not inferior or superior to men, They are only different from them. They speak out and put up a fight, For what they know to be just and right. Women can cook, clean, earn and invent, Run a

My Life Story

My Life Story short poem

All I ever wanted, was a grand life. All the riches in the world oh what a grand life With many cars and riches, happy I shall be For all I ever wanted was a grand life indeed Not only

For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus

For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus sonnet poems

I’ll try my hand at writing while I smoke, You never know ‘til you experiment; In honeyed indolence my time I’ve spent, I’ve made no money and I’m sadly broke. The sands of time are flowing as I toke, I

Left Right

Left Right prose poem

When I was in college To attain knowledge Left Right was the command Became a brand Of my drill master Shouted in fervor And every morning followed Never evaded that code It became customary A nutrition free To activate physique

Beauty Created!

Beauty Created! long poem

Awesomeness incorporated in thee: beauty created, Creations agape look at thee splendidly designed! Stars of the sky shower their grandeur in awe, Mountain ranges tilted a little by thy beauty dazed, Greenery with its children paint fecundity ‘cross the horizon,

Undone

Undone ballad

You meant for me to come undone. But verbal attacks won’t keep me down. You lied about the lie you lied about. Now all I want from you is freedom. I have free will to pick and choose. I don’t

Torturous Spring

Torturous Spring short poem

You show your face, then run away, letting the cold win for another day, Reminding us of better times, of daffodils and starting vines, Teasing us with hopes of summer, knowing it could be an English bummer, I went out

Teen Life

Teen Life short poem

What is teenage do you really know? Biologically it’s the time you grow The time when hormones start to flow When when what you feel you can not show. Some say it is the time you start to fight You

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times long poem

A look past the glass I can see my past Now freed from the disbelieve One can start to relive Though what can I gain? Still I am in pain Maybe with just a wish I’d change my accomplished dish

Don’t Want To Race

Dont Want To Race short poem

I feel so lost today amidst the people I know should I give up now or should I strive to grow? Again caught I am in this never ending dilemma put my papers today or concede to the official dogma

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The Trouble Defined

The Trouble Defined short poem

It’s not by the gun that the deed is done, The deed is done by the gunner. It’s not the trigger that moves the finger, It’s the finger that moves the trigger. it’s not the barrel that puts you in

The Judge Of The Universe

The Judge Of The Universe short poem

God is the cardinal creator He is the generous giver He can raise a dead to life, being the grantor He can create a thing that existed never He gave what you have He knows whatever you know Your deeds

Magazine

Magazine short poem

In the topic of magazines. I sat on the cover, close to the reflection of her eyes. Relaxed in the greeting of open arms. She paused, sitting upright. The gap between us now closer. Allowing the invitation of smiles. Our upright becoming

Wounded Flight

Wounded Flight short poem

Instead of pain sublime in body of death and bracing a hailstorm of bullets you embrace a white phosphorus to burn for whole life, as a reminder of collective suicide. Like my lost children I am collecting the words to

Life’s Sweet Moments

Lifes Sweet Moments short poem

What can sound better than birds? Chirping on a bright sunny morning. And clouds dancing without a care, In the hazy sky above. What can look better than flowers? Blooming in all their glory and fragrance. And bees hovering above

When You Were There…

When You Were There… long poem

I heard the shepherdess sing The song of dawn upon the hill Merry go the twinkling stars In shelter of their dream The sunbeams come Dancing upon the lake When the yellow traveler Makes his sway Flowers open up their

Flowering Of The Thought

Flowering Of The Thought short poem

Belonging to the not belonging, was becoming a method exploring the path. In the backyard unpleasant fumes were rising. Nocturnal swoop of enlightenment, clearly becomes a festival of yellow death. Who was hiding the truth? Flowering of the thought in sky,

American Dreams

American Dreams long poem

Roaring engines blow sand from the shoulder of a broken mirror, They scream into the night. Candy coats capture passing glances, The shine dances with a golden streetlight, Casting gilded dust over newly discovered worlds, Toledo and Boston, Chicago and

The Mother

The Mother short poem

The first bed before arrival on the earth , The divine home after the heaven , The resource of the body and the mind , The sheet anchor of the earthly identity , You , grandest figure, I invoke .

What Are We?

What Are We? prose poem

What are we? We are a bag of meat and water. Then why the consciousness. Consciousness is indeed a mystery. Does consciousness come from somewhere else and just inhabit our bodies? Where does it go after the meat and water

Rows Of Hopelessness

Rows Of Hopelessness ballad

Idle plows sit bed-ridden in the numb fists of their owners while the company of grass waxes lush and the field mouse waits in vain for spoil a spell of impotence now holds the soil to ransom as worms goad

Why….

Why.... short poem

Why do I still feel connected to someone causing pain, Why do I keep them in my life if things will never change, Why do I feel loyal to someone who doesn’t care, When I know if I need them

You

You short poem

You came into my life like a gentle breeze, and made me feel at ease. you comforted me by sharing my happiness and my griefs. You came when I was alone, you changed me to a flower from a stone.

Frozen

Frozen short poem

After dousing the bride to a nice flame, in between the howls there were songs. On mud path the hoofprints came out prominently. On bullock carts they had come for a sit in, to resist, rebel or kill. All day

Save Trees

Save Trees short poem

They too are living beings …. We snatch their lives , Even when they are the reason we are alive . They control evry kind of pollution , But we cut them instead of finding a new solution . They

Wishing On Stars

Wishing On Stars short poem

Well there is more to me than meets the eye but it seems like nobody can see the beauty inside…I’m so sick and tired of players and their games it’s enough to make you wanna give up on love but

The Ballot Sheet Of Mine

The Ballot Sheet Of Mine short poem

The Tainted that makes me abhor, The Torn I cringe at The Sick whom I repugn ,The felon I condemn The sinister I ward off, The corrupt I agonize Are the souls of the ones , Oh surprise! I give

I Will Always Smile

I Will Always Smile short poem

Lost in dream, a world of my own. A place where I feel, my words have grown. On this fake world care and humanity are all one big lie, I just want to sit alone and cry. Our whole nation

” She ”

She  prose poem

She is a truly beauteous being With a sweet countenance and noble spirit Calm and composed and ever so genial Doling out her love to all so freely . When she is around you feel so safe Comforted , fearless