Labour Poems

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

Buried Effort

Buried Effort short poem

A face unbeknownst – belying recognition, To create mighty buildings is his mission. With caring hands does he mix, The cement and mud that he spreads over the bricks. Over his head he carries, The stones brought from the quarries.

Sweat

Sweat short poem

Sweat Sweat travels through the wave His vice gets harder and harder Leeches, Earthworm clamoring in the soil The Earth is crying with the sweat Some fear, some take a bow His bread and butter he earn though Blood gushes

Four Shifts Of A Childhood

Four Shifts Of A Childhood prose poem

Never saw the face of my begetter And will never know who is my mother I am a childhood of seven years old Who wanders from one road to another road From one street to another street Now all streets

Poems containing references to : Labour

Snakes In The Garden

Snakes In The Garden short poem

I have a lush green garden full of Charming snakes, Their frightful sight can give heart attacks. Though in appearance attractive and sleek, Their dominance can make your life very bleak. My garden attracts them to fulfil their greed, They

Lager Der Untermenschen

Lager Der Untermenschen short poem

Through the wrought iron gate, Emblazoned with an ironic promise Of freedom earned through labour. A promise fulfilled only for the lucky few. Within, dull, threatening concrete towers Survey the inner pen, once filled With innocent men and women, Ready

The Dangerous Paradise

The Dangerous Paradise long poem

A mythical apocalypse about life in Hell This is the crux of the matter, That the sinners will carry the cross of the master. Though it’s wonderful in hell, What has happened to Hell? is it a relaxable place? To

A Life Of An Uneducated Immigrant

A Life Of An Uneducated Immigrant long poem

Or, at least that’s what you might think. Judgement hurts in too many ways to count. I stand in the local thrift market looking for trinkets and such with my father. He came here to look for vintage picture frames

Brothers In Arms

Brothers In Arms long poem

They were boys of Carson’s army, sons of Ulster, loyal and true, marching off to France for glory, fighting for the red, white and blue. Description of T Atkinson on enlistment height 5’7”, weight 122 lbs, chest when fully expanded

Resurrection

Resurrection prose poem

From Time’s first stirring of momentary dread Hope is crushed by tyranny where what might be lies broken Under a brightly garnered garland a siren of sweet promises. As if the stains of blood and tears were sweet red wine

Nothing

Nothing prose poem

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

Vivid Legacy Of A Voiceless Legend

Vivid Legacy Of A Voiceless Legend long poem

Hours before the birth of the gem, There was an affectionate argument between them; Her father said, ”Watch my child change the state as a minister”, To which her mom quipped, ”No she’ll deliver unbiased justice as a barrister.” When

A Birthday Wish For Better World

A Birthday Wish For Better World short poem

A birthday wish ! The clock strikes 12 , yet another year passed . I find myself a year older , What do I want this Autumn I wonder, With the sulk more like Scrooge from Christmas carol, minus the

Living On The Edge!

Living On The Edge! short poem

I hang by the cliff Always on the edge Clinging by the thread of my sanity I try harder and harder To climb back And be sane and be stable But my weak hands Do not support me Attain that

A Living Proof

A Living Proof long poem

When my spirit feels malnourished. Something in me finds the strength and courage To Read the word so I can help my spirit man flourish. Medicine for the people of the oppressed. Come unto me, all ye that labour and are

A Toast To Nations

A Toast To Nations short poem

Nations and nationalities, you are not chocolate, you are the sweetest Jam cooked from bitter labour! You are the original egg, the supreme cause of war and peace! You are the homeland of the rising sun and moon. You are

Me And My Airship (Or: The Musings Of An Engineer)

Me And My Airship (Or: The Musings Of An Engineer) short poem

July 20th, 1822. We’ve done it. As I lay down my tools for the last time, Here stands before me the fruit of my labour. This night, a technology beyond its time has been born. She truly is beautiful. A

The Ant

The Ant short poem

I toil ceaselessly in the Summer, to store in barns beneath the Earth for the winter. I get scorched by the tropical Sun for a colony made sufficient, yet without exhaustion, for my instincts make me efficient. I gather, heap,

But I Know You, My Father You Love Me Infinite.

But I Know You, My Father You Love Me Infinite. short poem

I am a creation of yours, taken after you with the same traits and a unique hue, do not have demand, do not have desire but only a need, your little time and attention, indeed. Acknowledged with the labour you

Endlessly Enchanting- The Valley Of Flowers

Endlessly Enchanting  The Valley Of Flowers short poem

Right in the lap of dark blue hills With backdrop of snow capped peaks Blooms this fascinating garden Reflecting vibrance of Nature The mystique of flowery abundance Wraps the landscape in a charm With colors alluring and bright And sweet

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Heritage

Heritage short poem

The mask of retributions pounds archives of deceit illuminating your mind towards repercussions surmised, pickle with veils of silence distributed by heirs of distrust. You wonder how this all came about but realize it was your own reciprocal doings while

Hollow Halls

Hollow Halls long poem

She drags her tired heels across the tainted floor Her poise held taut though her back is sore She holds on her face a cold marble stare A hard life engraved upon cheeks once so fair Her movements; once grace

Mother, O Mother

Mother, O Mother prose poem

You were so sweet and gentle; so warm and so caring You were drenched with heavenly drops of honey. Even when our lives were sad and cloudy, you filled it with hope and sunshine You had many reasons to be

Mourning

Mourning short poem

I keep my eyes searching for the light under the shade. Hear that? It bellows like the clock. “Come to me,” “It is time.” Please understand that I can’t enter this grotto alone. My experiences seem so few. You can’t

Love, Wisdom, And Peace

Love, Wisdom, And Peace long poem

How wonderfully great it is to be human, This phenomenal thinking godlike specie, With the potential to explore the universe Yet with intentions of being mostly sleazy. Living in a garden of land, water, and sky, A living vessel so

Singing Woods

Singing Woods short poem

Walking out of the body I was drowned, accepted and condoned by depth of sorrow. A wide circle of testosterone giving pardon to a sin becomes sexless. You were overwhelmed by the missed beats. Your prosaic crime of not fathering

Life

Life short poem

I love being a part of this life. Why can’t everyone just wait for a while? There are things to be changed, there are things to be grabbed, I know everything would not come in a silver gift wrap. I

Humans Must Be Crazy.

Humans Must Be Crazy. prose poem

Our race against extinction. We all come from the same cradle. Though we think ourselves mature. Our childish and petty ways are truly obscene. We are products of our environment, fine tuned to fit the scene. Some are black with

Lakelands Manor

Lakelands Manor prose poem

Ships at bay come and go every day and every night at Lakeland Manor and sailors are welcome to stay but only if they are brave…It is a beautiful castle but like they say you can’t judge a book by

She Who Never Lived

She Who Never Lived short poem

“Her eyes, they said, sparkled like the stars, Her merry laughter, they said, could be heard from afar. Her hair, they said, fell in dark brown curls, She was the prettiest amongst even the prettiest of girls. Her smile, they

Unfaltering Twilight Love

Unfaltering Twilight Love short poem

When twilight meets the evening sun, Waiting to say goodbye, She explodes into a wondrous ecstasy, Making his heart rest without shadows, In her wonderful exquisiteness. He ignites a flame within her Absorbing the fiery colors of his day, Soothing

Pedalos and Pharaohs

Pedalos and Pharaohs short poem

Crescent moon winking behind cappuccino clouds Children dressed in designer hoody shrouds Virtual lives of imaginary friends Living in the empty space between conceptual bookends Checking in the mirror to see if its the real you Locked outside the cage

Abydos (opening Of The Tomb)

Abydos (opening Of The Tomb) short poem

Well I can see the golden Falcon of Edfu circling Abydos tonight in the shadow of a blue moon, I can feel the cool, cool desert winds walking the three star path of the Jackal back to Giza again pulling

God’s Plan

Gods Plan short poem

There’s always something to say And we should come to GOD and pray, Whether we just cry, Or talk about hurting inside, We should always come to him and try. Just like the stars are perfectly placed Also is his

When I Am Gone

When I Am Gone short poem

When I am gone, find me in The sunsets and twilight, The billowing and colorful clouds, The waxing and waning of moon, The chirping of birds. The mist over mountains, The music of flowing river, The undulation of the waves,

Unending War

Unending War short poem

Preparing jaggery from palm juice the resistance is splashed on face for the vision of peace. A pre-emptive trapeze breaks the monotomy of transsexuals. Intimes of peril the ancient conflict becomes a broker to fire the night. A ball of

Laugh

Laugh short poem

Oh laugh! Oh laugh! Oh my auspicious laugh, For how long you’d be hiding my cycle’s laugh; You are with me when others withdraw, You are the only one without a flaw; You give me confidence to face future’s laughs,

Withdrawal Symptoms

Withdrawal Symptoms short poem

My body racked with tremors, In a corner I sit huddled. The shaking will not rest Till the demon in me is fed, I long for the taste, One taste would make it all go away. My body yells its

Explosion

Explosion short poem

Spitting the blood, he said, every winter for few days – he would feel outcast and there was pain in the idea of pain, but he wanted to live without a painkiller. Sometimes he will singe his hands on a

Green Pastures

Green Pastures short poem

In lunatic scape of fringed labellum the creeping malignancy was advancing. i missed a rendezvous with moon when you had brought a blue kiss from abducted lips; again I become a sisypus lifting the rock off your comets of round

Dream And Duty

Dream And Duty long poem

up and up until the rugged horizon smoothes to a line then a curve stars shine at midday bending on the uppermost leaf of this tallest tree a man might faint might frighten and fall dead before he met the