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Out of many other things, poems about hard work can really help to motivate you to level up your game and focus better on your life goals.
Poets have made a huge contribution in the world of poetry by their excellent pieces of poems about working for you to not get distracted and pick you up whenever you feel discouraged.
Hard work is not only about pushing your body to do more work and exhausting it.
Instead, it is the deliberate effort of your being to reach your goal or a predetermined destination, with the assurance of quick and efficient progress from a person who is committed and centered on his goal with determination and complete perseverance.
All you got to do is to gather courage and enthusiasm through poems about hard work and stick yourself through all the odds until you achieve it.
Thus, if you are seeking something that could truly motivate you and provide you that one little push to get back on the path again, then we could not help but suggest you, to rummage through these poems about hard work.
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Best Poems about Hard Work
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1. The Song of the Bee
by Marian Douglas
Buzz! buzz! buzz!
This is the song of the bee.
His legs are of yellow;
A jolly, good fellow,
And yet a great worker is he.
In days that are sunny
He’s getting his honey;
In days that are cloudy
He’s making his wax:
On pinks and on lilies,
And gay daffodillies,
And columbine blossoms,
He levies a tax!
Buzz! buzz! buzz!
The sweet-smelling clover,
He, humming, hangs over;
The scent of the roses
Makes fragrant his wings:
He never gets lazy;
From thistle and daisy,
And weeds of the meadow,
Some treasure he brings.
Buzz! buzz! buzz!
From morning’s first light
Till the coming of night,
He’s singing and toiling
The summer day through.
Oh! we may get weary,
And think work is dreary;
‘Tis harder by far
To have nothing to do.
2. The Two Wheels
by Setaluri Padmavathi
Love and understanding are the two wheels of a vehicle
Which leads you to your real destiny and makes a miracle
Very hard to travel without these wheels as they circle
In a straight way where the several cross roads mingle.
Love and affection make you move gladly even in a jungle
As you visualize the right path every time in your travel
Cooperation and exuberance certainly follow carnival
You can prove unity in diversity in an adorable domicile.
Silence and violence make you lose a lovely life style
Communication gap never allows you to go for a mile
Coordination with any person provides you a big smile
Perception is the way to go forward when you’re fragile.
3. Work
by Eliza Cook
Work, work, my boy, be not afraid;
Look labor boldly in the face;
Take up the hammer or the spade,
And blush not for your humble place.
There’s glory in the shuttle’s song;
There’s triumph in the anvil’s stroke;
There’s merit in the brave and strong
Who dig the mine or fell the oak.
The wind disturbs the sleeping lake,
And bids it ripple pure and fresh;
It moves the green boughs till they make
Grand music in their leafy mesh.
And so the active breath of life
Should stir our dull and sluggard wills;
For are we not created rife
With health, that stagnant torpor kills?
I doubt if he who lolls his head
Where idleness and plenty meet,
Enjoys his pillow or his bread
As those who earn the meals they eat.
And man is never half so blest
As when the busy day is spent
So as to make his evening rest
A holiday of glad content.
4. The Blacksmith
by Anonymous
Clink, clink, clinkerty clink!
We begin to hammer at morning’s blink,
And hammer away
Till the busy day,
Like us, aweary, to rest shall sink.
Clink, clink, clinkerty clink!
From labor and care we never will shrink;
But our fires we’ll blow
Till our forges glow
With light intense, while our eyelids wink.
Clink, clink, clinkerty clink;
The chain we’ll forge with many a link.
We’ll work each form
While the iron is warm,
With strokes as fast as we can think.
Clink, clink, clinkerty clink!
Our faces may be as black as ink,
But our hearts are true
As man ever knew,
And kindly of all we shall ever think.
5. Love And Nature
by Setaluri Padmavathi
Grassy carpet in parrot green
A fresh watery lake, so clean
Chilly weather gave a nice way
Folks stepped out during the day!
Snowy days turned into warm
The lap of nature is very charm
Brownish branches stand so tall
Some of them painted green overall!
Newly built houses appear great
Residents reside without any hate
Joyful kids gladly smile and greet
Pathway is the only place to meet!
Unknown folks befriend in a need
With no barriers of caste and creed
Nature teaches discipline and love
Love combines all countries above!
6. It Couldn’t Be Done
by Edgar Guest
Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it!
Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it;”
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.
Famous Poems about Hard Work
“Henry Wadsworth” and “James Russell Lowell” were the two most prominent poets who wrote famous poems about hard work. If you are in search of more poems like these, then take a look below!
1. A Good Sleep
by Anonymous
You do not need a bed of down
To give you sleep at night.
A counterpane of pink and brown
And pillow soft and white
You do not need a pretty room
All dressed in dainty blue.
Where soundest slumber-health may come,
With pleasant dreams, to you.
But fill the day with labor, Ned.
And work with all your might,
For that will fill the hardest bed
With softest down, at night.
And if you want a counterpane
With many colors gay.
Not only work with might and main,
But—add a bit of play!
2. The Village Blacksmith
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.
His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate’er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.
Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.
And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter’s voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.
It sounds to him like her mother’s voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.
Toiling,—rejoicing,—sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night’s repose.
Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.
3. Hard Work
by Setaluri Padmavathi
Oh, Man! Work like a dog and live like a king
Hard work can help you accomplish anything
The systematic work only bears the fruit
Try to select only an appropriate route.
You’re a gifted human being with intelligence
Show your prodigy and prove your confidence
The world is so wonderful with opportunities
In which you live around many communities.
Do not be lazy and be as busy as a beaver
Your hard work and sweat pay you return
Your identity is your dignity and designation.
It gives you certainly fame and recognition.
Students constantly work hard for success
Parents really strive hard for their progress
Players play hard for the glory and conviction
Warriors struggle for the nation’s protection.
4. The Thumb
by Amos Russel Wells
Hail to the thumb, the useful thumb,
The grasper, the holder, the doer of deeds,
Where fingers are futile and tools succumb,
Stolid, ungainly, the thumb succeeds.
Hail to the thumb the homely thumb;
Rings and jewels are not for it,
Compliments, dainty and frolicsome,
For fingers are suited, for thumbs unfit
Hail to the thumb, the modest thumb;
Gently und calmly it hides away,
Never for it a banner and drum,
Or praise at the end of a strenuous day.
And hail to the men who are like the thumb;
Men who are never sung by a bard,
Men who are laboring, modestly dumb,
Faithfully doing the work that is hard
Some day, men of the toiling thumb,
Men of the modest, invincible worth,
Some day your high reward will come
From the Hand of the Lord of heaven and earth!
5. Hard Work Of Farmers
by S. D. Tiwari
Every one looks for shelter
thee, work in rain and winter
in the fields full daylight
without caring for weather.
Mostly busy in ploughing
showing and reaping the crops,
put thy dedicated labour
with determinations of rocks.
Thee is doing the wonders
in producing agricultural products,
living so simply but doing
great job for feeding the world.
Inspite of hard work deprived
of the reward and fair return;
depending upon the support
of government for financial gain.
Living in rural area in
paucity of recreation n education;
distress of natural calamities
too thee face on many occasions.
Look the government for subsidies,
struggling for standard of living;
do an unappreciated profession
with lower income in farming.
The whole world salutes thee
for producing their butter and bread;
will always remain indebted
for thy wonderful sacrifice made.
6. Ten True Friends
by Anonymous
Ten true friends you have,
Who, five in a row,
Upon each side of you
Go where you go.
Suppose you are sleepy,
They help you to bed;
Suppose you are hungry,
They see that you are fed.
They wake up your dolly
And put on your clothes,
And trundle her carriage
Wherever she goes.
And these ten tiny fellows,
They serve you with ease;
And they ask nothing from you,
But work hard to please.
Now, with ten willing servants
So trusty and true,
Pray who would be lazy
Or idle—would you?
Short Poems about Hard Work
Taking a break from all the work and reading some short poems on hard work is all worth it. Here are a few more short poems about hard work to keep you more passionate and diligent.
1. On the Bleakness of My Lot
by Emily Dickinson
On the bleakness of my lot
Bloom I strove to raise.
Late, my acre of a rock
Yielded grape and maize.
Soil of flint if steadfast tilled
Will reward the hand;
Seed of palm by Lybian sun
Fructified in sand.
2. Morning
by Jane Taylor
The lark is up to meet the sun,
The bee is on the wing,
The ant her labor has begun,
The woods with music ring.
Shall birds and bees and ants be wise,
While I my moments waste?
Oh, let me with the morning rise,
And to my duties haste.
Why should I sleep till beams of morn
Their light and glory shed?
Immortal beings were not born
To waste their time in bed.
3. Until You Work Harder
by Anonymous
You can be smarter
You can be sharper
You can be stronger
You can be a starter
You can be faster
You can be wiser
But nothing will change
Until you work harder
4. Ease
by Raymond Garfield Dandridge
Oh! foolish one in quest of ease,
Do you not know that ease on earth, for men,
Is like unto the “Pot of Gold”
upon the rainbow’s end;
A wily “will-o’-the-wisp” who
flees, and flees, and flees,
Not huriedly, but just a step
beyond your grasp—is ease?
5. Keep Trying Again
by Anonymous
So you failed, that ain’t a bit deal
Stop the excuses, stop taking names
Tughen up, get back on your feet
Jordan missed 9000 shots, lost 300 games
Part and parcel of life, is failure
Don’t run away, keep trying again
Ruthless, how much life may seem
In the end, the win is worth the pain
6. Joy and Labor
by William Francis Barnard
The joy of labor, and the joy of song,
Delight of pleasure, and delight of rest,
And happy peace, the heart’s full welcome guest,
All these are one, like friends in gladsome throng.
Nay, toiling brain and hands with sinews strong,
Hot sweating brows, and heavy heaving breast,
‘Tis unto work that nature yields her best;
Why do you, then, cry out upon a wrong?
An answer comes from countless sons of toil,
Borne as on mighty winds from everywhere,
“Yes, work were sweet, if we might glean the soil,
And own the things we fashion with our care;
But masters take our substance for their spoil;
We are but slaves; the curse of work lies there!”
Motivational Poems about Hard Work
Sometimes, we are all prepared but what we are lacking is ‘motivation.’ It’s true that one can’t be motivated every time and for this reason, we have brought you a couple of motivational poems about hard work.
1. Don’t Quit
by M. Tarun Prasad
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it’s not over until the moment you quit.
On a river’s bridge, failures are the planks;
Take one step at a time until you reach its banks.
Don’t give up on your dreams; chase them instead;
You will find, one morning, as you wake up from bed,
That you are the person about whom you dreamed,
And you can reach great heights, impossible though it seemed.
When things go wrong and your back is to the wall,
Try to stand up; no more can you fall.
Life is full of ups and downs; take them in your stride.
You will discover your little star hidden inside.
2. Keep Going
by Edgar Guest
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must—but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up, though the pace seems slow—
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out—
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit—
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.
3. Be Strong
by Maltbie Davenport Babcock
Be strong!
We are not here to play, to dream, to drift,
We have hard work to do, and loads to lift.
Shun not the struggle; face it. ‘Tis God’s gift.
Be strong!
Say not the days are evil, — Who’s to blame?
And fold not the hands and acquiesce, — O shame!
Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God’s name.
Be strong!
It matters not how deep entrenched the wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day, how long.
Faint not, fight on! To-morrow comes the song.
4. Failure Is Temporary
by Anonymous
So what if you made
A mistake, life doesn’t stop
So what, if you had a setback
You can still get back on top
Failure is temporary
And by the way, so is success
Nothing else matters
When all you seek is progress
5. Hard Work
by Edgar Albert Guest
One day, in ages dark and dim,
A toiler, weary, worn and faint,
Who found his task too much for him,
Gave voice unto a sad complaint.
And seeking emphasis to give
Unto his trials (day ill-starred!)
Coupled to ‘work’ this adjective,
This little word of terror: Hard.
And from that day to this has work
Its frightening description worrn;
‘Tis spoken daily by the shirk,
The first cloud on the sky at morn.
To-day when there are tasks to do,
Save that we keep ourselves on guard
With fearful doublings them we view,
And think and speak of them as hard.
That little but ill-chosen word
Has wrought great havoc with men’s souls,
Has chilled the hearts ambition stirred
And held the pass to splendid goals.
Great dreams have faded and been lost,
Fine youth by it been sadly marred
As plants beneath a withering frost,
Because men thought and whispered: ‘Hard.’
Let’s think of work in terms of hope
And speak of it with words of praise,
And tell the joy it is to grope
Along the new, untrodden ways!
Let’s break this habit of despair
And cheerfully our task regard;
The road to happiness lies there:
Why think or speak of it as hard?
Poems about Hard Work Paying Off
We all have heard a famous saying here and there or mostly in poems about working, that “Hard work always pays off” and there is absolutely no doubt in it. But if you are still hunting for poems about hard work paying off, then you are in the right place exactly.
1. Hard Work Pays
by Anonymous
Struggle today
For a better tomorrow
Hard work pays
You should always know
No matter how tough
May seem the climb
Keep moving, keep fighting
One win at a time
Perseverance and patience
Go a long way
Because for the sunrise, even
The longest nights make way
2. The Seedling
by Laurence Dunbar
As a quiet little seedling
Lay within its darksome bed,
To itself it fell a-talking,
And this is what it said:
“I am not so very robust,
But I’ll do the best I can;”
And the seedling from that moment
Its work of life began.
So it pushed a little leaflet
Up into the light of day,
To examine the surroundings
And show the rest the way.
The leaflet liked the prospect,
So it called its brother, Stem;
Then two other leaflets heard it,
And quickly followed them.
To be sure, the haste and hurry
Made the seedling sweat and pant;
But almost before it knew it
It found itself a plant.
The sunshine poured upon it,
And the clouds they gave a shower;
And the little plant kept growing
Till it found itself a flower.
Little folks, be like the seedling,
Always do the best you can;
Every child must share life’s labor
Just as well as every man.
And the sun and showers will help you
Through the lonesome, struggling hours,
Till you raise to light and beauty
Virtue’s fair, unfading flowers.
3. If You Believe
by Abimbola T. Alabi
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
There are some who will shrug,
Like you don’t have a clue.
When you proceed,
Some will say it can’t be done
And that there is really no need
For you to take it on.
And halfway through,
Some may deem your progress small,
Or others will ask if what you’re doing
Is even worthwhile at all.
But when you succeed,
Then with flattering tongue,
The same folks will say they knew
That you’d do it all along.
Now, folks may mean well
When they say it can’t be done,
But then who is to lose
If they are actually wrong?
But if you take note of why
Some doubt your point of view
And stick close to those
Who see the strength in you,
If you put your faith in God,
No matter how tough it may seem,
If you work hard, if you believe,
You will achieve your dream.
For what others think,
Whether or not you’re strong or smart,
Sometimes, doesn’t really count
As what you believe in your heart.
4. While Still Remaining Focused
by Jeraun Thompkins
Hard work pays off
No good deed goes unnoticed
Enjoying the fruits of my labor
While still remaining focused Jeraun Thompkins
Always strive for the best
What I plant now I will harvest later
As long as I keep God first
Believing that there’s no one greater
The seeds I plant today
Are carefully watered and fed
Nourished by beautiful sunlight
To blossom in the days ahead
5. Little by Little
by Anonymous
Little by little,” an acorn said,
As it slowly sank in its mossy bed,
“I am improving every day,
Hidden deep in the earth away.”
Little by little, each day it grew;
Little by little, it sipped the dew;
Downward it sent out a thread-like root;
Up in the air sprung a tiny shoot.
Day after day, and year after year,
Little by little the leaves appear;
And the slender branches spread far and wide,
Till the mighty oak is the forest’s pride.
Far down in the depths of the dark blue sea,
An insect train work ceaselessly.
Grain by grain, they are building well,
Each one alone in its little cell.
Moment by moment, and day by day,
Never stopping to rest or to play,
Rocks upon rocks, they are rearing high,
Till the top looks out on the sunny sky.
The gentle wind and the balmy air,
Little by little, bring verdure there;
Till the summer sunbeams gayly smile
On the buds and the flowers of the coral isle.
“Little by little,” said a thoughtful boy,
“Moment by moment, I’ll well employ,
Learning a little every day,
And not spending all my time in play.
And still this rule in my mind shall dwell,
Whatever I do, I will do it well.
“Little by little, I’ll learn to know
The treasured wisdom of long ago;
And one of these days, perhaps, we’ll see
That the world will be the better for me.”
And do you not think that this simple plan
Made him a wise and useful man?
Poems about Hard Work and Success
Hard work and success always go hand in hand. There is no such thing as which exists success without hard work and so if you need a push in your life, have a look at the given poems about success and hard work.
1. Overcome the Hindrances of Success by Hard Work
by Kushal Chakraborty
Our deep exposure of feeling to others;
Sometimes or most of the times cost us a heart break.
The more we tell others about our dreams or passion.
People mostly feel laugh inside but show us support outside.
Some thinks that he is too much delusional and stupid.
Some makes fun of you directly on your face.
Some makes benefit from your passion and dreams.
We still do not care what they said and we just go ahead.
A person who just get backward after hearing discouraging words,
They never succeeded in their life or just give up life.
We must not stop till we reached our destiny.
All those discouraging words are made to happen by God.
We must take it as challenges then we will succeed with satisfaction.
A struggler or his hard work always gets him to his destiny with satisfaction.
2. Success
by Niderah
The road to success is not straight.
There is a curve called Failure,
A loop called Confusion,
Speed bumps called Friends,
Red lights called Enemies, and
Caution lights called Family.
But if you have a spare called Determination,
An engine called Perseverance,
Insurance called Faith, and
A driver called Jesus,
You will make it to a place called Success!!
3. If
by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
4. Your Destination
by Nsikak Andrew
Never let anyone determine
your destination in life.
Take hold of your destiny.
If one keeps directing you
without your effort in taking action,
you might never get to your destination.
If you want to win in life,
it is for you to learn how
to take calculated risk.
For the heart of a brave man
is known from the number
of daring risks such takes to succeed.
Dreams will only come true if you believe
and work towards achieving them.
There is no need to dream if you know
you wouldn’t want to pay the price towards
bringing your dream to its full actualization.
Never ascribe a name to anything.
If you open your mind to defeat,
certainly defeat is what you will get.
Always stand for something,
if you stand for nothing,
definitely, you will achieve nothing.
The knowledge of any problem
is the key to its solution.
If you know your worth,
then do not waste your time looking at the problem.
Spend your time searching for the solution.
If you have the solution,
then you have gotten every situation under your control.
The worst thing you can do to yourself
is to allow the thoughts of any man defeat you.
Always stand by your instinct.
It’s a divine way that would always guide
your living in making a decision out of life.
Every great man you meet
has a humble story to tell.
If you must be great,
one tool that will take you there is humility.
Learn to humble yourself if you want to succeed.
Plan while you still see afar.
If you fail to plan and decide not to see,
blame no one when the fountain
of age finally got up with you.
Planning eliminates the stress
that comes with life’s many challenges.
Never be emotional
when it comes to business dealing.
Always look between the lines
before you put pen to paper.
If you are in a haste to sign a document,
you might be on your way
towards signing yourself into slavery.
To avoid any embarrassment,
always think before replying to any question.
Never be in a haste to speak.
Remember words spoken can never be retrieved.
Take your time and be thoughtful
of every word before you speak it out.
5. The Real Successes
by Julie Hebert
Real successes are made,
Not dropped aside your door.
They aren’t a thought you made one night,
While wishing upon a star.
Real successes are thought,
To be given to only the great.
They think that they work just as hard,
And they should have that fate.
Real successes are because,
Of someone making it so.
They fight for it and work real hard,
To make their successes grow.
Real successes are envied,
And rumored on how they were made.
People can be so jealous,
And even want to betray.
But you know how real successes,
Are built with hard work and care.
You’ve made your way to the top,
I’m so proud to see you are there.
Poems about Hard Work and Perseverance
Things don’t always go as we planned, because of which there are high chances that one could lose hope and quit. Thus, if you are on the verge of giving up then do read the poems about hard work and preservance written below to help you keep going.
1. A Thousand to One
by Berton Braley
There’s a thousand “Can’t-be-done-ers”
For the one who says “It can!”
But the whole amount of deeds that count
Is done by the latter clan.
For the “Can’t-be-done-ers” grumble,
And hamper, oppose and doubt,
While the daring man who says “It can!”
Proceeds to work it out.
There isn’t a new invention
Beneath the shining sun,
That was ever wrought by the deed or thought
Of the tribe of “Can’t-be-done.”
For the “Can’t-be-done-ers” mutter
While the “Can-be’s” cool, sublime,
Make their “notions” work till the others smirk.
“Oh, we knew it all the time!”
“Oh, the “Can-be’s” clan is meager,
Its membership is small,
And it’s mighty few who see their dreams come true
Or hear fame’s trumpet call;
But it’s better to be a “Can-be,”
And labor and dream—and die,
Than one who runs with the “Can’t-be-done’s”
Who haven’t the pluck to try.
2. Try Again
by Anonymous
T is a lesson you should heed,
Try, try again;
If at first you don’t succeed,
Try, try again;
Then your courage should appear,
For, if you will persevere,
You will conquer, never fear;
Try, try again.
Once or twice though you should fail,
Try, try again;
If you would at last prevail,
Try, try again;
If we strive, ’tis no disgrace
Though we do not win the race;
What should you do in the case?
Try, try again.
If you find your task is hard,
Try, try again;
Time will bring you your reward,
Try, try again.
All that other folks can do,
Why, with patience, should not you?
Only keep this rule in view:
Try, try again.
3. See It Through
by Edgar Guest
When you’re up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your feet and take a brace.
When it’s vain to try to dodge it,
Do the best that you can do;
You may fail, but you may conquer,
See it through!
Black may be the clouds about you
And your future may seem grim,
But don’t let your nerve desert you;
Keep yourself in fighting trim.
If the worst is bound to happen,
Spite of all that you can do,
Running from it will not save you,
See it through!
Even hope may seem but futile,
When with troubles you’re beset,
But remember you are facing
Just what other men have met.
You may fail, but fall still fighting;
Don’t give up, whate’er you do;
Eyes front, head high to the finish.
See it through!
4. Keep A-Pluggin’ Away
by Paul Laurence Dunba
I’ve a humble little motto
That is homely, though it’s true, —
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
It’s a thing when I’ve an object
That I always try to do, —
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
When you’ve rising storms to quell,
When opposing waters swell,
It will never fail to tell, —
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
If the hills are high before
And the paths are hard to climb,
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
And remember that successes
Come to him who bides his time, —
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
From the greatest to the least,
None are from the rule released.
Be thou toiler, poet, priest,
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
Delve away beneath the surface,
There is treasure farther down, —
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
Let the rain come down in torrents,
Let the threat’ning heavens frown,
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
When the clouds have rolled away,
There will come a brighter day
All your labor to repay, —
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
There ‘ll be lots of sneers to swallow.
There ‘ll be lots of pain to bear, —
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
If you’ve got your eye on heaven,
Some bright day you’ll wake up there,
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
Perseverance still is king;
Time its sure reward will bring;
Work and wait unwearying,—
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
5. Clinching the Bolt
by Edgar A. Guest
It needed just an extra turn to make the bolt secure,
A few more minutes on the job and then the work was sure;
But he begrudged the extra turn, and when the task was through,
The man was back for more repairs in just a day or two.
Two men there are in every place, and one is only fair,
The other gives the extra turn to every bolt that’s there;
One man is slip-shod in his work and eager to be quit,
The other never leaves a task until he’s sure of it.
The difference ‘twixt good and bad is not so very much,
A few more minutes at the task, an extra turn or touch,
A final test that all is right—and yet the men are few
Who seem to think it worth their while these extra things to do.
The poor man knows as well as does the good man how to work,
But one takes pride in every task, the other likes to shirk;
With just as little as he can, one seeks his pay to earn,
The good man always gives the bolt that clinching, extra turn.
6. Can’t
by Edgar Guest
Can’t is the worst word that’s written or spoken;
Doing more harm here than slander and lies;
On it is many a strong spirit broken,
And with it many a good purpose dies.
It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning
And robs us of courage we need through the day:
It rings in our ears like a timely-sent warning
And laughs when we falter and fall by the way.
Can’t is the father of feeble endeavor,
The parent of terror and half-hearted work;
It weakens the efforts of artisans clever,
And makes of the toiler an indolent shirk.
It poisons the soul of the man with a vision,
It stifles in infancy many a plan;
It greets honest toiling with open derision
And mocks at the hopes and the dreams of a man.
Can’t is a word none should speak without blushing;
To utter it should be a symbol of shame;
Ambition and courage it daily is crushing;
It blights a man’s purpose and shortens his aim.
Despise it with all of your hatred of error;
Refuse it the lodgment it seeks in your brain;
Arm against it as a creature of terror,
And all that you dream of you some day shall gain.
Can’t is the word that is foe to ambition,
An enemy ambushed to shatter your will;
Its prey is forever the man with a mission
And bows but to courage and patience and skill.
Hate it, with hatred that’s deep and undying,
For once it is welcomed ’twill break any man;
Whatever the goal you are seeking, keep trying
And answer this demon by saying: “I can.”
Poems about Hard Work and Dedication
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1. Hard Work and Dedication
by Lmalamos
Life will beat you up, life will knock you down.
But no matter what happens, always remember to just stay strong.
I may get hurt, but one thing you will never see on my face is a frown.
No matter the circumstances in my life, I always work hard all yearlong.
Hard work and dedication will get you far, that’s what I believe
I have worked way too hard to get where I am today
That’s why I would never just drop the ball and leave
I am like a ancient Greek sculpture, chised out of clay.
I cannot claim all the glory; I have also been very blessed
One thing is for sure, I always perservere, I never give up.
Being number one is all I want, never second best.
When people ask me if I can achieve my dreams, I always say: “yup”
2. Stop Worrying
by Anonymous
Stop worrying about
What everyone else is doing
Just keep your focus
On where you want to be going
Believe in moving forward
No matter how slow
Change, takes a lot of time
Progress, even more so
3. The Will To Win
by Anonymous
If you want a thing bad enough
To go out and fight for it,
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and
your sleep for it
If only desire of it
Makes you quite mad enough
Never to tire of it,
Makes you hold all other things tawdry
and cheap for it
If life seems all empty and useless without it
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it,
If gladly you’ll sweat for it,
Fret for it, Plan for it,
Lose all your terror of God or man for it,
If you’ll simply go after that thing that you want.
With all your capacity,
Strength and sagacity,
Faith, hope and confidence, stern pertinacity,
If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt,
Nor sickness nor pain
Of body or brain
Can turn you away from the thing that you want,
If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it,
You’ll get it!
4. Hard Work
by tree.cards
We get up each morning,
and head off to work.
From construction to retail,
and a paper shuffling clerk.
Like the trees in our forests,
our jobs certainly vary.
A super busy schedule,
they commonly carry.
Our work is broken down,
as we focus on each task.
Bosses over our shoulders,
countless questions they ask.
Let’s not forget about,
all those extra long hours.
Evenings are filled,
with exhausted cold showers.
All this hard work,
is not hopeless or bleak.
A career of our choice,
waits at the peak.
We should combine hard work,
with skills that they need.
Throw in some passion,
and we’ll surely succeed.
It takes plenty of effort,
to do the job right.
The end result,
is a simple delight.
5. How Doth the Little Busy Bee
by Isaac Watts
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
How skilfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labors hard to storeit well
With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labor or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be passed,
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.
Poems about Hard Work in School
Being a student is not tough but being a good student who competes with others and excels in exams is quite difficult. Therefore, if you are a junior or a high school student who is seeking poems about hard work in school then keep the ball rolling as we have covered a bunch of poems about studying hard.
1. Hard Work
by Brianna D. Anderson
They’re all staring at me,
Right through me they can see.
I bet they are judging,
They know I’m not focusing.
“I can’t do this,” I tell myself.
There is no way,
The teacher calls my name,
And there is nothing I can say.
Now they are all looking in my direction.
They act like I have some kind of infection.
Why am I the one who doesn’t understand?
This really isn’t going as I planned.
I am a hard worker, don’t they know?
They are the ones who don’t try,
I am the one about to cry.
The teacher sends me a dirty look.
I am reading everyone’s mind like a book.
They are laughing at me.
I black out and cannot see.
My face has gone completely numb.
I’m the hard worker, not them.
I’m the hard worker, not him.
2. It’s Always Hard Work
by Anonymous
Education is like life
And vice versa too
It’s a long journey, that
Can make or break you
Shortcuts to success
There are none
It’s always hard work
That pays in the long run
3. Life May Be Tough
by Anonymous
Life may be tough
Things will get rough
There will be bad days
Life may seem like a haze
But through it all
Always, always stand tall
Giving up is not an option
Never turn your back and run
Through good times and bad
Through happy times and sad
As long as you keep moving
You’ll never stop growing
4. Busy
by Prahlad Pandey
Everybody is busy in the life
But with busy enjoy life
Don’t waste time in life
Engage in any work in life
Proper use of time
Get target in time
If you are busy
You are happy
If you are not busy
You can come in negativity
Busy person can’t nervous
Free person can nervous
Utilise your time in life
Don’t time pass in life
Feel happy always in life
Don’t keep negative think in life
Pass and fail depend on luck
Don’t leave hard work
Continue attempt achieve goal
5. Keep Working Hard
by Anonymous
Education has a value
That sometimes cannot be quantified
If you ever doubt your journey
Look within, instead of looking outside
Deep inside your heart
Lie answers to all questions of life
No one else but you and your goals
Will keep you afloat in strife
Keep working hard
Focus on your long term goal
Its not the excuses that count
But the fire in your soul
6. Work Harder
by Anonymous
As a student, the world may seem
A harsh place to you, right now
No doubt, life comes with its challenges
That sometimes, pin you down and how
It isn’t meant to be easy, never was
To survive is tough, to win is tougher
But give it all you got, give life a chance
Good things come, to those who work harder
Poems about Hard Work in English
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1. The Grasshopper and the Ant
by Hannah Flagg Gould
‘Ant, look at me!’ a young Grasshopper said,
As nimbly he sprang from his green, summer bed,
‘See how I’m going to skip over your head,
And could o’er a thousand like you!
Ant, by your motion alone, I should judge
That Nature ordained you a slave and a drudge,
For ever and ever to keep on the trudge,
And always find something to do.
‘Oh! there is nothing like having our day,
Taking our pleasure and ease while we may,
Bathing ourselves in the bright, mellow ray
That comes from the warm, golden sun!
While I am up in the light and the air,
You, a sad picture of labor and care!
Still have some hard, heavy burden to bear,
And work that you never get done.
‘I have an exercise healthful, and good,
For timing the nerves and digesting the food—
Graceful gymnastics for stirring the blood
Without the gross purpose of use.
Ant, let me tell you ‘t is not a la mode,
To plod like a pilgrim and carry a load,
Perverting the limbs that for grace were bestowed,
By such a plebeian abuse.
‘While the whole world with provisions is filled,
Who would keep toiling and toiling to build
And lay in a store for himself, till he ‘s killed
With work that another might do?
Come! drop your budget and just give a spring.
Jump on a grass-blade and balance and swing.
Soon you’ll be light as a gnat on the wing,
Gay as a grasshopper, too!’
Ant trudged along while the grasshopper sung,
Minding her business and holding her tongue,
Until she got home her own people among;
But these were her thoughts on the road.
‘What will become of that poor, idle one
When the light sports of the summer are done?
And, where is the covert to which he may run
To find a safe winter abode?
‘Oh! if I only could tell him how sweet
Toil makes my rest and the morsel I eat,
While hope gives a spur to my little black feet,
He’d never pity my lot!
He’d never ask me my burden to drop
To join in his folly—to spring, and to hop;
And thus make the ant and her labor to stop,
When time, I am certain, would not.
‘When the cold frost all the herbage has nipped,
When the bare branches with ice-drops are tipped,
Where will the grasshopper then be, that skipped,
So careless and lightly to-day?
Frozen to-death! ‘a sad picture’ indeed,
Of reckless indulgence and what must succeed,
That all his gymnastics ca ‘nt shelter or feed,
Or quicken his pulse into play.
‘I must prepare for a winter to come.
I shall be glad of a home and a crumb,
When my frail form out of doors would be numb,
And I in the snow-storm should die.
Summer is lovely, but soon will be past.
Summer has plenty not always to last.
Summer’s the time for the ant to make fast
Her stores for a future supply!’
2. Work
by Henry Van Dyke
Let me but do my work from day to day,
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
In roaring market-place or tranquil room;
Let me but find it in my heart to say,
When vagrant wishes beckon me astray,
“This is my work; my blessing, not my doom;
“Of all who live, I am the one by whom
“This work can best be done in the right way.”
Then shall I see it not too great, nor small,
To suit my spirit and to prove my powers;
Then shall I cheerful greet the labouring hours,
And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall
At eventide, to play and love and rest,
Because I know for me my work is best.
3. The Heritage
by James Russell Lowell
The rich man’s son inherits lands,
And piles of brick, and stone, and gold,
And he inherits soft white hands,
And tender flesh that fears the cold,
Nor dares to wear a garment old;
A heritage, it seems to me,
One scarce would wish to hold in fee.
The rich man’s son inherits cares;
The bank may break, the factory burn,
A breath may burst his bubble shares,
And soft white hands could hardly earn
A living that would serve his turn;
A heritage, it seems to me,
One scarce would wish to hold in fee.
The rich man’s son inherits wants,
His stomach craves for dainty fare;
With sated heart, he hears the pants
Of toiling hinds with brown arms bare!
And wearies in his easy-chair;
A heritage, it seems to me,
One scarce would wish to hold in fee.
What doth the poor man’s son inherit?
Stout muscles and a sinewy heart,
A hardy frame, a hardier spirit;
King of two hands, he does his part
In every useful toil and art;
A heritage, it seems to me,
A king might wish to hold in fee.
What doth the poor man’s son inherit?
Wishes o’erjoyed with humble things,
A rank adjudged by toil-won merit,
Content that from employment springs,
A heart that in his labor sings;
A heritage, it seems to me,
A king might wish to hold in fee.
What doth the poor man’s son inherit?
A patience learned of being poor,
Courage, if sorrow come, to bear it,
A fellow-feeling that is sure
To make the outcast bless his door;
A heritage, it seems to me,
A king might wish to hold in fee.
O rich man’s son! there is a toil
That with all others level stands:
Large charity doth never soil,
But only whiten soft, white hands,—
This is the best crop from thy lands;
A heritage, it seems to me,
Worth being rich to hold in fee.
O poor man’s son! scorn not thy state;
There is worse weariness than thine
In merely being rich and great:
Toil only gives the soul to shine,
And makes rest fragrant and benign;
A heritage, it seems to me,
Worth being poor to hold in fee.
Both, heirs to some six feet of sod,
Are equal in the earth at last;
Both, children of the same dear God,
Prove title to your heirship vast
By record of a well-filled past;
A heritage, it seems to me,
Well worth a life to hold in fee.
4. Reapers
by Mathilde Blind
Sun-tanned men and women, toiling there together;
Seven I count in all, in yon field of wheat,
Where the rich ripe ears in the harvest weather
Glow an orange gold through the sweltering heat.
Busy life is still, sunk in brooding leisure:
Birds have hushed their singing in the hushed tree-tops;
Not a single cloud mars the flawless azure;
Not a shadow moves o’er the moveless crops;
In the glassy shallows, that no breath is creasing,
Chestnut-coloured cows in the rushes dank
Stand like cows of bronze, save when they flick the teasing
Flies with switch of tail from each quivering flank.
Nature takes a rest—even her bees are sleeping,
And the silent wood seems a church that’s shut;
But these human creatures cease not from their reaping
While the corn stands high, waiting to be cut.
5. Hard Work
by Roddy Lumsden
Tricky work sometimes not to smell yourself,
ferment being constant—constant as carnival sweat
(a non-stock phrase I palmed from a girl from Canada,
a land where I once saw this graffiti: life is great).
And I have tasted myself, especially when I spilled
sinigang all down my arm in a Pinoy workers’ caff
in Little Manila. I drank sinigang (is soup drunk?)
in Big Manila too, with all its dead skyscrapers.
Seen myself? In looking glasses or, looking down,
stocky as a shift working cop, maybe a Mexican cop
full of beans (frijoles, I mean, not vim), paunch full
of sopa de vigilia, pulling over a sozzled bus driver.
Heard myself speak fluently in my own language,
have heard myself too described as hard work
(as hard to get through as Scotch broth), though once
someone rather bladdered told me I was magnetic.
And I may as well admit that I have touched myself
(who hasn’t?). In a forest, on a train, in New York
and Paris with unparalleled handiwork, sinning
as I go, merry as an office boy spooning onion soup.
Final Thoughts on Poems about Hard Work
Since we all need a little boost of confidence and courage to keep going in our lives, poems about hard work can help us to perpetuate on the right track. Hard work is the road to success.
It is impossible to stand out and achieve something you have always desired without putting in a lot of effort. Even those who initially fail eventually succeed if they do not abandon the hand of hard effort.
Moreover, getting apprehensive, and weathering panic attacks while working upon your ambition is all normal and part of our life. What we have to do is to decode the formula to bring our mind back to a state of positivity through different means like ‘poems about hard work’ or motivational quotes.
So, if you are on the edge of having a mental breakdown and quitting all the process, we wish that these poems about working have shown you the light of hope, to enlighten your soul and lend you a fresh start to your journey. Have a good day!
