Hardworks poems on Hello Poetry

Ysabel Jun 2017

I saw you staying late at night,
in your small dark room
staring at your ceiling
asking for answers.

That day, I saw you getting anxious
at your office around nine.
'Coz your hot headed Boss yelled at you
because you failed to send invites.

Yet I know you did your best,
staying behind just to finish
the letters, the inputs,
the programs even the script.

The bags in your eyes get bigger every night,
While you cram to send it all.
Your eyes get watery, you become jitty,
But no one knew because you accepted the call.

I saw all your hardworks.
I saw all you pains.
I heard all the belittlings.
I heard all your pleas and cries.

Yet despite all these,
You're still here fighting.
Finishing the fight you've started.

The rope is no longer hanging,
Those blades are now kept.

To the girl who thought of death lately,
I salute you for being brave!

Live life despite how hard it may seem.

#life #reality #work #death #fight #victory

Aasiya Shaikh Jul 2017

Story behind her smile

She wore a pretty smile and had the perfect eyes,
Her beauty striked every heart
Her beauty hided every scars.
No wonder her pain was just a mystery
She kept it secret like it was her history.
She transformed herself from caterpillar to butterfly
Her struggle was real, but she burried it deep inside.
There was a story behind her,
The story which was unspoken but real.
For no one should see the truth behind her life,
As she was an inspiration for all the youth alive.
Her goals were limitless,
She urged to acheive it, unless .
ALL her efforts and hardworks,
Made her shine like fireworks.
-Aasiya shaikh

#smile #pain #eyes #suffer #happiness #sad #girl #tears #effort #goals

Trish Apr 2018

My Peter Pan

I was your Wendy at first that became your Tinker Bell as time passed by, My Peter Pan
A mischievous, adventurous guy like you got me so curious what kind of person are you
I did my best to know every single thing about you because you are too perfect
Your charms and personality are unexpectedly outstanding, I wonder if you have noticed it

Every time I listen to your voice it feels like there is an angel singing and it is very pleasing to my ears
Every time you spend all night making new songs, makes me so proud as you explore by making in different concepts
Every time you stand on stage, makes me want to stand up and applause for all of your hardworks
Every time I see how passionate you are in achieving your dreams, keeps me motivated

I became your Tinker Bell for I will stay loyal as your fan who have seen you improved once in a while
A mischievous and adventurous guy like you deserve everything you want in this world
Let us stay together as long as we could like how Tinker Bell stayed loyal to Peter Pan
I want to be with you throughout your journey in your career, to my one and only Peter Pan

(my first ever poem for ljh for his birthday fan project)

Daniel Albright Jan 2021

Poverty: A Crime?

A Poem: Poverty: A Crime?*

Opening my eyes to see,
I never had a choice to make,
What family and country to be,
If I had the power, I'd poverty rake,

I found myself in a home,
Though, happy, but not swimming in affluence,
We are managing, with little, or not, enough for a vacation in Rome,
Yet, I believe that one day, I'll have influence,

We lived in a thatched house,
Grew up in a poor home,
My Dad, tried his best on hardworks blouse,
We refused, to others,be cumbersome,

If I had the power,
I'd change the present fortune,
If I had the power,
We'll all forget all misfortunes

I hawked for food,
Sometimes, I helped the bricklayer,
We used a cloth from childhood,
Till we were grown, to enjoy riches was our prayer

So, why treat us like rags,
Like we don't exist,
Like we're carrying the criminals bag,
Why blow us with hatreds fist,

If our misfortunes was inherited,
Could we change it without prayers?
Even, after some prayers, we're still low spirited,
We just pray and keep hope alive in loves layer

If our being poor is a crime,
Do we now, vanish into space?
We believe our riches, would come with time,
Your pace of success is not our own pace.

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ 2021.

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