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!

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

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

Poems containing references to : Career

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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Love Is Blind

Love Is Blind short poem

I didn’t want you to hurt me and you did I seen the bullet coming but I thought I could catch it I slowed it down with my mind to spare me time every moment with you I cherished that

More Reasons To Burn

More Reasons To Burn short poem

For a day must end A broken bone must mend And the dawn must break As a thief must take A river has to run And a bullet needs a gun As the leaves must fall From trees oh! so

The Beauty Fades When I Am Not A Keats

The Beauty Fades When I Am Not A Keats short poem

The bygone art, a dead shrine; Thou not dead, thou live… shall live By art of carve that plays on and will it play Forever, timeless, in century’s lap The beauty, thou struck me a year back: So calm, so

Half-closed Lids

Half closed Lids short poem

This nothingness was overwhelming. When words fail to tell the facts, only silence talks. That brutal interrogation of self to undo the decline, like a a viper in your home. The mortgaged glow of stoned infant in the exiled land,

Falsehood

Falsehood short poem

In one’s life journey People that comes are many. No one is that which stays with thee Even shadows leave at the light’s scream. Everyone’s under a fictitious cloud Intriguing fancies speak aloud Death awarded at trust’s expense ‘Cause falsehood

No More Carnage -manchester Bomb Blast

No More Carnage  manchester Bomb Blast short poem

An attack with hatred and ferocity killed many people, how disdainful blind eyes with no sign of fraternity killed outright teenagers, how painful Parents who lost their children shed tears of blood in mournful an act against the faith of

Thigh

Thigh short poem

there is no single shade forget the actual texture the topographical contours of the bone and muscles it’s the mottling that fascinates where the painter might strain to be photographically precise or the photographer to zoom in to obscure the

Mistakes

Mistakes short poem

MISTAKES I often wondered why Eraser shrinks gradually to vanish for ever I realised that the more mistake I did while doing Home work, the more I have to use the eraser to correct my mistakes I never for a

July 18th- 2015

July 18th  2015 prose poem

365 days ago my life was forever changed. 12 quick months. 1 unbelievable year. He has a soul of fire and a mouth of destruction. He put me on a ride through hell and at the same time, a journey

Flesh Against Spirit

Flesh Against Spirit short poem

This war between, the flesh, and spirit, When it begins, you can really feel it. For the flesh wants you to do, the things that are wrong, But your spirit wants you,to sing a victory song. Then you get caught

A Yearning

A Yearning short poem

If hate was becoming an absolute truth and love was transcending lies where do we go now? This daily life, I was seeing the pain of troubled identity, turning into punishment of unbecoming. The hired untruths are killing the tender

Peculiar

Peculiar short poem

Pretend to be civil, For unrest is familiar, Actions by the shrivel, Accompanied by the peculiar. Tell me lies, And truth will follow, Straighten the ties, That bind you so hollow. Swayed by blindness, In love or thereafter, Washed out

Life Is Not A Guess

Life Is Not A Guess short poem

Life is not a guess, neither taking up of a stress; It’s a divine beauty, to respect it is our duty; Whatever may be the conflict, you need to face: It’s not a race, so slow down your pace. Live

The Crumbling Heart

The Crumbling Heart short poem

She melted seeing your love Adjusted because she fell in love It was then you changed your tone Repeatedly asking for time All she heard was,’I have no time.’ You said,’Be casual.’How could she be? For casual did not exist

Echoes

Echoes short poem

It was burning again like goldenrods in drift valley of ethnic hate. You start climbing down deeper in fear holding tight your identity. The anguish of ruined home under the shadows of bribed hands, runs on the bodies of pilgrims

What Shall It Profit A Man?

What Shall It Profit A Man? long poem

Bygone days had swifter wings That flew over the assorted lands And brought the harmonious peace To tune the music and the gong. Present borrowed mind is leaning Forward and backward Backward and forward Out and in In and out

Private Moorings

Private Moorings short poem

searching for words in continuum of incompleteness, it was a trickle at first, then a free fall, cerebral fury: I am becoming expansive, so apposed to verbatim of shrieks, only in whispers I will talk to delphiniums, I would walk

Voices Of The Wilderness

Voices Of The Wilderness short poem

Haunting wilderness voices filtered through early morning mist On the shore of the meandering Tulameen River A renegade pack of coyotes, greet the dawning of a new day in Nature’s Pantry Ribbons of orange and gold dancing in the shifting

I Fell Random

I Fell Random short poem

I am a freak sitting by a creek, listening to the meek plan a revolt. We are weak, we will sink, and we will drink what we are told. Peel back illusion, reel in confusion, do not accept manipulated intrusion.