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Working Nine To Five Poems - Poems about Working Nine To Five

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I Chose To Run

...I CHOSE TO RUN I’d always been an extrovert, Performed on the amateur stage. But now I thought the time had come To turn another page. Time to turn professional, To shed off ......Read the rest...

Categories: working nine to five, fear, star,
Form: Rhyme

A Pandemic Dream

...Last night in my dream the red-eye monster was canvassing the neighborhood, followed me through the eerily quiet streets to my home, and set foot on the patio below my window through which I could se......Read the rest...

Categories: working nine to five, angst,
Form: Narrative

Nine To Five Advice

...Working nine to five No time for unity No time for family No time for discovering No time for recovering Always in a rush Can't catch your breath Ignoring your health Only thinking wealth Si......Read the rest...

Categories: working nine to five, appreciation, community, family, health,
Form: Free verse

I'M In Your Heart

...I’m in your reign You command thunder And stir lightning I’m in your ring Working nine to five Sweating for your love I’m in your train It’s a one-way ticket A nonstop trip babe I’m in......Read the rest...

Categories: working nine to five, love hurts,
Form: Lyric

Our Fathers Lied, the Great War

...April has come but March still lingers, this is the reality of the east winds, April and May, a the time for poets, as they write off the tyranny of reality, Fickleness and uncertainty, has always ......Read the rest...

Categories: working nine to five, adventure, , literature,
Form: Blank verse

Fear of War

...Fear of war: Bullet casings strike the ground as the sound of war numbs his eardrums. The sent of sulfur and black powder fill his flaring nostrils as he stares down the barrel of his riffle. Barl......Read the rest...

Categories: working nine to five, death, fear, war, sound,
Form: Ballad