Poetry about Power
#power
Poetry about power and control, individuals or groups who can influence events or the behaviour of others. Poems about power, what it means to be powerful, and how it feels to be powerful, or powerless.
joeborg
Poem Published
21st Aug 2019 7:31am
21st Aug 2019 7:31am
without sleep
The air is getting cooler
But still I cannot sleep,
I’m feeling somewhat fooler
In dreams I cannot sneak,
Counting sheep is of no aid
As I stare at the ceiling,
So I turn my thoughts to cascade
Some rhymes that are appealing,
I think about your pictures
And easy comes the muse,
For rhyming the right mixture
And get away the blues,
I spend some time to write them
So when the morning comes,
I’ll send them as anthem
An ode it becomes.
But still I cannot sleep,
I’m feeling somewhat fooler
In dreams I cannot sneak,
Counting sheep is of no aid
As I stare at the ceiling,
So I turn my thoughts to cascade
Some rhymes that are appealing,
I think about your pictures
And easy comes the muse,
For rhyming the right mixture
And get away the blues,
I spend some time to write them
So when the morning comes,
I’ll send them as anthem
An ode it becomes.
#lust
#girlfriend
#women
#power
#lover
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
21st Aug 2019 00:30am
21st Aug 2019 00:30am
Tilted Scales
Blessed are curses as a path
to the riches in aftermath
before the bell tones at last
denying more while giving less
embraced by fools counting sins
there aren’t enough to contend
when the darkness felt within
consumes fair judgment for all men
the only saints that remain
are disguised in full regret
for the beasts that contrive
to enslave their lesser kind
animals that only know
troubles delivered by the gods
damnation sourced in mercy’s place
blessings lost on tilted scales.
...
to the riches in aftermath
before the bell tones at last
denying more while giving less
embraced by fools counting sins
there aren’t enough to contend
when the darkness felt within
consumes fair judgment for all men
the only saints that remain
are disguised in full regret
for the beasts that contrive
to enslave their lesser kind
animals that only know
troubles delivered by the gods
damnation sourced in mercy’s place
blessings lost on tilted scales.
...
#power
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PoetryRain
Poem Published
11th Aug 2019 5:42am
11th Aug 2019 5:42am
Freedom
A right to live
A right to give
A right to learn
A right to earn
A right to choose
And sometimes refuse
A right to express
What we want to suppress
A right to care
A right to love
A right to worship
The God above
A right to dream
A right to create
A right to be happy
And to celebrate
A right to achieve
In what we believe
A right to speak
And to be unique
A right to fight
For what is right
A right
to be free
Free
to...
A right to give
A right to learn
A right to earn
A right to choose
And sometimes refuse
A right to express
What we want to suppress
A right to care
A right to love
A right to worship
The God above
A right to dream
A right to create
A right to be happy
And to celebrate
A right to achieve
In what we believe
A right to speak
And to be unique
A right to fight
For what is right
A right
to be free
Free
to...
#power
#rhyming
#freedom
#HumanRights
#SelfWorth
25 reads
4 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
7th Aug 2019 10:12pm
7th Aug 2019 10:12pm
Price of Tech
Tech is a tricky two-edged sword...
it bites with ease
same as it cuts...
It teases with treats...
then leads us astray
makes everything faster and better.
it's painful to see... how easily
we give in to the slavish tendency
to fall beneath its sway...
to blithely ...discard all those skills...
we might need someday…
(like reading and writing and maths)
to live once again in-de-pen-dent-ly...
...of technology...
You know...?
when the power goes, Ppft! again… ...
it bites with ease
same as it cuts...
It teases with treats...
then leads us astray
makes everything faster and better.
it's painful to see... how easily
we give in to the slavish tendency
to fall beneath its sway...
to blithely ...discard all those skills...
we might need someday…
(like reading and writing and maths)
to live once again in-de-pen-dent-ly...
...of technology...
You know...?
when the power goes, Ppft! again… ...
#conflict
#power
#technology
43 reads
7 Comments
fieryangelsouljia
MorriganFey
MorriganFey
Poem Published
5th Aug 2019 6:04pm
5th Aug 2019 6:04pm
In Control Pt. 2: Anyways
Nobody knew
what to do
with me
anyways
it's not like
anyone
wanted
me
anyways
couldn't
keep
me
locked
away
anyways
You stepped over my bruises
used my submission as excuse
for being a piece of shit
and I was a confused
misused, misunderstood
miss-
bitch turned switch turned...?
(past tense)
compliant goody two shoes
(present tense)
done with everyone's crap
(future tense)
I'll run my ...
what to do
with me
anyways
it's not like
anyone
wanted
me
anyways
couldn't
keep
me
locked
away
anyways
You stepped over my bruises
used my submission as excuse
for being a piece of shit
and I was a confused
misused, misunderstood
miss-
bitch turned switch turned...?
(past tense)
compliant goody two shoes
(present tense)
done with everyone's crap
(future tense)
I'll run my ...
#identity
#power
#motivational
#BDSM
#redemption
94 reads
3 Comments
IntoTheVoid
Poem Published
26th Jul 2019 6:58am
26th Jul 2019 6:58am
Crucify me motherf**ker
#anger
#power
64 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2019 11:21pm
23rd Jul 2019 11:21pm
The Tongue is Mightier Than the Pen
The Tongue is Mightier Than the Pen
We are at “Where Ya At Pizzeria” where New Orleans sophistication turns countrified. Jane says, “Folks, I’m exhausted and need my rest. John, I have something to talk to you about. Let’s go home.”
Brandy says, “Is everything ok between you two? I hope my gabbing didn’t wear you out.”
Jane kisses Brandy on her cheek. “No worries my friend. Someday I’ll tell you about the squirrel in our attic. It took weeks for him to leave, drove me crazy. But we’ll save that for another time.”
Brandy tells Jane,...
We are at “Where Ya At Pizzeria” where New Orleans sophistication turns countrified. Jane says, “Folks, I’m exhausted and need my rest. John, I have something to talk to you about. Let’s go home.”
Brandy says, “Is everything ok between you two? I hope my gabbing didn’t wear you out.”
Jane kisses Brandy on her cheek. “No worries my friend. Someday I’ll tell you about the squirrel in our attic. It took weeks for him to leave, drove me crazy. But we’ll save that for another time.”
Brandy tells Jane,...
#wife
#husband
#marriage
#power
#sexy
58 reads
4 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2019 10:53pm
23rd Jul 2019 10:53pm
Systemic Tragedy
Like a Greek Tragedy, The System is rigged
as folk rush around doing their best
but who could rig a system that big?
Old Institutions play their gigs
Religion, Politics and all The Rest …
like a Greek Tragedy, The System is rigged
Those who succeed, have the game well twigged
shuffle their money in off-shore nests
but who could rig a system that big?
Military Nutters who don’t give a fig
blow up some countries in Global Quests …
like a Greek Tragedy, The System is rigged
Future Dictators adjust their wigs ...
as folk rush around doing their best
but who could rig a system that big?
Old Institutions play their gigs
Religion, Politics and all The Rest …
like a Greek Tragedy, The System is rigged
Those who succeed, have the game well twigged
shuffle their money in off-shore nests
but who could rig a system that big?
Military Nutters who don’t give a fig
blow up some countries in Global Quests …
like a Greek Tragedy, The System is rigged
Future Dictators adjust their wigs ...
#power
#politics
#money
103 reads
16 Comments
G3r0
RA
RA
Poem Published
15th Jul 2019 8:50am
15th Jul 2019 8:50am
THE VOID
The emptiness is vast, perplexing.
A gaping whole nesting at the epercenter of my vessel. It swallows emotion. With each letter I tap teathers me further into the blackest debts of a skull incasinge planes far away from the edge of reality.
Time does not exist cause nothings everything and if this universe folds in on itself and reverse time then take notice me standing here unaffected the big crunch is just a little tic the same tic restrained by the shackles cuffing your minute hand locking you to a second.
Space is all around us matters is just the atoms we walk...
A gaping whole nesting at the epercenter of my vessel. It swallows emotion. With each letter I tap teathers me further into the blackest debts of a skull incasinge planes far away from the edge of reality.
Time does not exist cause nothings everything and if this universe folds in on itself and reverse time then take notice me standing here unaffected the big crunch is just a little tic the same tic restrained by the shackles cuffing your minute hand locking you to a second.
Space is all around us matters is just the atoms we walk...
#power
#emptiness
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0 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
12th Jul 2019 12:38pm
12th Jul 2019 12:38pm
Proof That the Fall of Communism in Russia Was SUPERFICIAL Rather Than FOR REAL
(1) the KGB or secret police was the backbone of Communist rule in Russia.
If Communism really fell from power the KGB should be gone.
Well, the name was changed but the people that worked there before the "fall" of Communism still continued after that.
The continued existence and power of the KGB = a red flag informing us that the Commies are putting on an act when they claim Communism is dead in Russia !!
(2)Before the socalled fall of Communism, the state owned all the industries.
So when the Kremlin claimed that Communism was gone, the state had to sell off all...
If Communism really fell from power the KGB should be gone.
Well, the name was changed but the people that worked there before the "fall" of Communism still continued after that.
The continued existence and power of the KGB = a red flag informing us that the Commies are putting on an act when they claim Communism is dead in Russia !!
(2)Before the socalled fall of Communism, the state owned all the industries.
So when the Kremlin claimed that Communism was gone, the state had to sell off all...
#violence
#oppression
#power #politics
#power #politics
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LivDiane
Poem Published
9th Jul 2019 1:46pm
9th Jul 2019 1:46pm
deserving
With light feet grazing the velvet earth
The morning sky spotted with wispy clouds
You’ll inhale deep of the rich earth scents
When you’re bowing down to her crown
Standing tall upon a podium of grandeur
Power wafting from her in palpable waves
She exudes an ethereal standard of beauty
Asking what exactly it is you really do crave
Is it true love or true beauty you seek?
Are you power hungry or self serving?
Such grace, a goddess in her own right
Do you really think you’re that deserving?
The morning sky spotted with wispy clouds
You’ll inhale deep of the rich earth scents
When you’re bowing down to her crown
Standing tall upon a podium of grandeur
Power wafting from her in palpable waves
She exudes an ethereal standard of beauty
Asking what exactly it is you really do crave
Is it true love or true beauty you seek?
Are you power hungry or self serving?
Such grace, a goddess in her own right
Do you really think you’re that deserving?
#strength
#beauty
#power
#mythology
#sensual
125 reads
18 Comments
monkeyman
Poem Published
7th Jul 2019 6:29pm
7th Jul 2019 6:29pm
The Subverted Word
Once “the word”
was spoken
and all who heard
knew it’s truth
no witness left
a disbeliever
knowing needs no proof
That word once spoken
Talks now
But not so clear
It seems
Hijacked by
the quest for power
Whittled down
and sold
for broken dreams
All the talk
has lost its meaning
and non who talk it
know the truth
A word they say
was spoken
but not...
was spoken
and all who heard
knew it’s truth
no witness left
a disbeliever
knowing needs no proof
That word once spoken
Talks now
But not so clear
It seems
Hijacked by
the quest for power
Whittled down
and sold
for broken dreams
All the talk
has lost its meaning
and non who talk it
know the truth
A word they say
was spoken
but not...
#power
#religion
#God
#humankind
#PowerOfWords
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1 Comment
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