Hustle Poems

Hustle poems bring the best collection of short and long hustle poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great hustle rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these hustle poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on hustle are here for you.

My Hustle

My Hustle long poem

Staring in the mirror searching for hope Feeling only doubt and a complete lack of control My soul reaching out looking for a way out of this hole Even on this path, my dreams are so difficult to grab a

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People Like Us

People Like Us long poem

People like us , we suffer a lot , And yet we never get to sort , The feelings inside of us , With memories making a clot , With the fear that comes from the plot , The plot

Poems containing references to : Hustle

The Simple Life,the Easy Life

The Simple Life,the Easy Life prose poem

Wake up in the morning with no stress,feeling love in excess even forgot my address forget all the bad of men with no regrets turn around on my bed touch my woman and compliment her nightdress touching her hips and

Deep Down

Deep Down short poem

I don’t know how it would be Down there deep inside a womb. Probably dark, probably warm, Probably wet There amidst all the hustle and bustle A ball, consisting of water and flesh Starts to grow Unknown, Unnoticed, Unaware Swimming

Airport And Italy

Airport And Italy short poem

The hustle and bustle at the airport Some rushing, frantically searching for passport Mothers’ tearful goodbyes, Trying their best not to cry Sudden announcements from overhead speakers A crowd starts moving like follow the leader Pilot with crew in tow

Perfection

Perfection prose poem

I could never dream of a love so intense, then the love you feel for your children. Until the day your child tells you “we are going to have a baby” Time for me stopped as I have dreamt of

National Highway 31 A

National Highway 31 A ode

Stranded between the faces of a coin, Despair and lost around landslide jolt of the Highway, At the place where I shouldn’t be, With a hustle I grabbed a taxi from Siliguri, I was coming back home from an intense

Nothing But Abandoned

Nothing But Abandoned ode

Reporting my story to you Live on CNN the Cable Network News Interviews with Christiane Amanpour So ambitious she wants to write my memoir Like TmZ hasn’t already asked for more Even though I’m so unknown Boy from the projects

The Rainbow Laundromat

The Rainbow Laundromat ode

Open twenty four seven proclaims the sign across the front door A warm refuge for the bergies dossing on the linoleum floor Fluorescent tube lights hum and flicker The homeless beg for food and hustle for cheap liquor The air

Monorhyme On Leadership

Monorhyme On Leadership short poem

All leaders are enough capable To remove problems analyzable; They set few goals achievable, And strive to solve snags tangle. Ready to meet challenges triple Without any hurry or hustle. Calm in disasters are as a temple Faith and hope

Grateful

Grateful short poem

I believe that I can be everything. Dreamer, achiever, the leader. Everything. Son of many nations. Every king. All praise to the creator. Every queen. I’m on mission sent here to tell you. Don’t listen to the system that failed

Night

Night short poem

The sun starts it’s descent, the bright golden orange visage encompassing the horizon, Dusk has fallen, day is done, The hustle, bustle of the day ends, Birds chirping retiring to their nests, The weather being clement, The cool breeze wafting,

African Man

African Man short poem

I am an African man I am strong and healthy Each and everyday I walk out of my home Hoping to find a better job for my family Where will I find a job while there is still corruption? It’s

Beloved

Beloved short poem

Oh beloved! My gloomy eyes are searching for you. Through the vague fog and the dew. Beyond the touch of the ocean and the sky. Farther than the “Arctic tern” fly. Beyond the bounds of the snowy fields. Over and

Danger

Danger short poem

water dripping from a yellow dog’s jaw that sweet guileless face tongue lolling tired from lapping at the polished bowl but still ready to swab an incautious face anxious to please prepared to dart erect sending my daughter five feet

The Rainbow Laundromat

The Rainbow Laundromat prose poem

Open twenty four seven proclaims the sign across the front door A warm refuge for the bergies dossing on the linoleum floor Fluorescent tube lights hum and flicker The homeless beg for food and hustle for cheap liquor The air

Fri-e-n-d

Fri e n d short poem

With hustle and bustle, they start with a rule. One named as mighty satire and other the great ridicule. Both expose human foolishness in a mess One has a gorgeous deriding voice while other sounds less. Ridicule have a caustic

Under The Night Sky

Under The Night Sky prose poem

As the day slips behind the cliffs On the far-off horizon Taking along its glorious lamp And all the warm sunshine The earth looks down wearied All hustle and bustle comes to close The world enveloped in darkness Retires to

That Girl

That Girl short poem

Oh! Little lovely shoes,big broad mind…yes she is gentle and she never whines…. Shiny eyes with those big glasses…oh yes! She never bunks classes Call her geek, call her nerd..she finds these things really absurd Big baggy shirts, messy hair

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Theoretical Love Poems

Theoretical Love Poems short poem

(with words borrowed from Cyril M Kornbluth) in molten silver beyond reckoning you watch clouds float beneath your eyelids your tongue crushes grapes until they pour gold and you forever taste the song of peacocks making melodies for the morning

Free Like Music

Free Like Music short poem

I want to be free like music. Free like soft tones, melodies, voices, and patterns pulsating together. I want to wake up freed by music in mornings when the mind is slowly, steadily, waking up. I want to be free

When will she fly

When will she fly english poems

have hit a writers block I guess, am not finding any inspiration to write something about the world anymore, or maybe I am concentrated too much on my own world. I have to bring order to chaos somehow, bring sanity

Sleepers Only

Sleepers Only prose poem

A night of deep and dreaming sleep on a warm and firm mattress with appropriate coverings was not necessarily an item on our wish list, because we drew accustomed to the more simpler forms of mattresses that were not firm

Darkness From Below

Darkness From Below short poem

Nobody ever saw her break She carried around an awful ache A smile that could warm your heart Slowly frowned at she fell apart Nobody knew of her silent struggles Not one person knew of her troubles Her inner demons

I Still Believe In Zimbabwe

I Still Believe In Zimbabwe long poem

Zimbabwean by birth, Zimbabwean by color, Zimbabwean by beliefs, Zimbabwean by culture, Bred a Zimbabwean, I love Zimbabwe! I love peace! I love unity! Ishe Chibvunza If Zimbabwe could recall that eventful day in 1980 at Lancaster House, I bet

Semantic Hide n’ Seek

Semantic Hide n Seek short poem

Granted that I say, What I always needed to; That the words on which I play, Might not seem like a game to you. That the lyrics my brain And tongue spit out Should not come to strain, And I

My Dearest Love

My Dearest Love prose poem

You are my inseparable love that always accompanies my shadow everywhere I hang about Your are dazzling halo of love that spreads fragrance of warm feelings and emotions You are my succulent and luscious holy beloved who is always and

When I Lay In Rest

When I Lay In Rest long poem

When I lay in rest And now the cycle again, Turns on when, I lay in rest Under the almond blossoms, in the chest. I travel back through the narrow lanes, Of my mind Into the chuckles and games- That

Shameful

Shameful short poem

Like an alligator tending her eggs on tongue, death moves the life on strength of charisma, over reaches for requiem and then distributes the raw moments in subterfuge, we play the game to cheat each other without shame. A red

To Pepe’s Mum

To Pepe’s Mum long poem

As your daughter we have that special bond we can share So please always remember that I’m here and I Care We have a connection that others can’t see, I’m thankful that I always have you near me Throughout the

The Unsung Song Of A Lanky Lass

The Unsung Song Of A Lanky Lass short poem

Like the chameleon which changes it’s color with the aura So was she, her beauty changed with her mood She was hurt by men And never wanted to love She hated love and then Never wanted to speak to men

Every Wife’s Love Affair

Every Wife’s Love Affair short poem

Her contemplation is blue, like Monalisa’s portrait; That smilingly caresses with her latent tears. Nobody knows, When She cravingly sobs and; Where she wishfully cries; And who knows? When, she’d sacrifice her next smile; Her every smile in love. Her

Let Silence Of Words, Be The Modes Of Talk

Let Silence Of Words, Be The Modes Of Talk short poem

Let silence of words, be the modes of talk. Let peace avenge, the soars of tough walks. Let justifications and clarifications be at bay. Just let understanding of love blossom your way. Let mind be clear of clutters and baggage

The Manikarnika Ghat

The Manikarnika Ghat ode

My arms ached rowing amidst the muddy water of the holy river.. My head reeled battling against the flighty stress carving my mind.. My eyes crammed pursuing peace, as I strived amid the holy river.. The night was dark my

O The Cowboy

O The Cowboy elegy

Hundred years ago, where were you? When your mother was a little girl growing like a pine tree, did anyone conceive a hero-like man was hidden in the folds of the her body resembling a pan swelling up with heated

Opium-architecture

Opium architecture short poem

She says: I can smell the fear of your incompetence I harness you, to make real my “creativity” Your sweat nourishes my creation As I milk your labour to polish my David. Your gnawing stomach, I feed with ideas Pickle

The Nightingale On Number Four

The Nightingale On Number Four short poem

Four snatch me in the morning, To the land of the booming And returns in the evening, To where it found me. In between the journey Had I seen my beloved! That; on seeing her I lost, My consciousness a

Mrityorma`amritam gamaya

Mrityorma`amritam gamaya short poem

Unable to reach out with arms wide spread words escaping mouth uttered for the benefit of ears his own ears no one can listen no one can see no one is around it is cold and desolate not a blade

A Voice Of Choice

A Voice Of Choice short poem

Choices are a part Of voices from the heart. Without inner voice You have no choice. It is all a matter of choice How we use our voice. Back your choice With a strong voice. I made my choice Paying

A Song of Willy-nilly Nill and Will

A Song of Willy nilly Nill and Will short poem

In eyes the color of translucence Irises dilate to hold up The light hands cannot cup; In minds the color of efflorescence Cool heads may not prevail, Hot heads may not fail; But in mindsets the color of prison walks

Long Time No See

Long Time No See short poem

Alas! This distance call, To a friend with love. Though lost in time, This time I find, this friend of mine; here in my mind, the terrain of substitution the land of freedom. put in a place where love herds,