Hustle Poems - Poems about Hustle

...Just when I'm about to get used, I become confused What would be an adaptation Stays with me as my only consolation Loneliness is a killer Like a horror in a thriller I want them,they don't wan......Read the rest...

...I was a child of solitude, a phantom among games and echoes, And my heart beat in rhythm with the hidden signs of the infinite. I remain now an old alien fortress, atop a forgotten hill, Holder of......Read the rest...

...Sometimes, better to dig it up Right from the root And expose it to daylight Cos' it's not good for a man to sleep all day And not wake up to his responsibilities It's not normal If he pushes......Read the rest...

...Life spins on a carousel of shadows and stars, A mystic ball that clothes us in dance steps, with them. The tango of fate steals us into its hazy whirl, And each step becomes a heated battle, abla......Read the rest...

...Waiting for a day Confine myself in a tree Hustle bustle free.......Read the rest...

...“How are you doing?”… (sigh)… “Busy”… we hear and say it all the time Wearing our busyness as a badge of honor while stuck in the grind Why are we are always moving like we have somewhere else to......Read the rest...

...We suddenly strolled down Lakeshore drive facing Goethe street named after Wolfgang von Goethe famous German poet just at the crosswalk while waving to the hidden Walter Payton nooks wandering......Read the rest...

...Author Dana Redricks April 13, 2024 In the hustle and bustle of life's grand show, since my tiny feet found the floor below, at just five years old, Mama's wisdom in tow, she taught me survival,......Read the rest...

...Gather children family and friends this is not What It Seems ~ know how it is to be social part such as the Gathering group together by genetic code Side hustle mighty and bold ......Read the rest...

...We are going to dig to bury our dead: Mother, father, sisters and brothers, Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers. We are going to inter our dead: Archbishop, pastors, Houngans and vicars. The ......Read the rest...

... The leaden gray blacking clouds Open up and drops me upon the earth. I fill the lakes and make the rivers run. I fall into the hustle and bustle of crowds As they huddle under their umbrella......Read the rest...

...In the tapestry of life, memories weave their threads, and the echoes of past workplaces linger like faint perfume. Seacrest, with its morning shifts and graveyard hours, left an indelible mark—a mix......Read the rest...

...I was a stylish, assertive travel agent, arranging getaways for busy people; Like sudden getaways of jewel, shooting stars, on ebony nights of upheaval. I planned calm, exotic, trip itine......Read the rest...

...There are days that take you back in time, While other days, hold tomorrow’s promise. The city of Orlando will be my world today, And I confess being, at my core, a city soul, At home among th......Read the rest...

...In today's era, where Instagram rules the scene, We hustle for the gram, to keep our life pristine. Showcasing the highs, concealing the low, Chasing the bag, as they say we must go. In this di......Read the rest...