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.
cloudink
Poem Published
18th Nov 2019 11:49pm
18th Nov 2019 11:49pm
Just a Girl
She’s seen for what she wears
for what's beneath the fabric,
Nothing more, nothing less.
She can’t stop what's going to happen next,
But that's her fault.
It’s just a regular day for you and everyone else like you.
Just something to do and forget about later.
You can act impulsively,
But it's her and everyone else like her who has to live in fear about that.
Not you,
Nor the ones who make the rules.
The ones without a care in their minds about this are the ones who are in control of her decisions.
The ones who don’t need to...
for what's beneath the fabric,
Nothing more, nothing less.
She can’t stop what's going to happen next,
But that's her fault.
It’s just a regular day for you and everyone else like you.
Just something to do and forget about later.
You can act impulsively,
But it's her and everyone else like her who has to live in fear about that.
Not you,
Nor the ones who make the rules.
The ones without a care in their minds about this are the ones who are in control of her decisions.
The ones who don’t need to...
#women
#power
#HumanRights
#feminism
#inequality
20 reads
4 Comments
Lagertha
Legertha
Legertha
Poem Published
18th Nov 2019 7:15am
18th Nov 2019 7:15am
Kings and Queens and Guillotine's
NEVER would I ask of you to bow before me
Nor would I carve you out a road you could not travel
I don't presume you could understand how long I have built the castle in which I have earned every stone
As I could never comprehend the life you have and still live amidst your battles and the realm you have created by strength and courage
When we fantasize about being Kings and Queens
Who is anyone to hover hatred over those dreams
It motivates my life when it come from those who criticized the meaning of my intent
Living in a world few have achieved and many...
Nor would I carve you out a road you could not travel
I don't presume you could understand how long I have built the castle in which I have earned every stone
As I could never comprehend the life you have and still live amidst your battles and the realm you have created by strength and courage
When we fantasize about being Kings and Queens
Who is anyone to hover hatred over those dreams
It motivates my life when it come from those who criticized the meaning of my intent
Living in a world few have achieved and many...
#power
#LifeStruggles
#responsibility
24 reads
3 Comments
Rachel_Lauren
Poem Published
18th Nov 2019 2:08am
18th Nov 2019 2:08am
baby
#sex
#dreams
#power
284 reads
14 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
15th Nov 2019 9:47pm
15th Nov 2019 9:47pm
Those Colorful Puzzle Pieces
I've noticed and been told,
By my mother who truth be told,
Most days,
Feels and acts in the same ways,
But does not have the same processes
To get to the relatively same outcomes, or feelings about things as me (it's hopeless
To try and understand her thought processes),
That I might be on the autism spectrum because of my thought processes.
The way I experience the world with so much more intensity,
Every color, every color scheme, pattern, texture, artwork, art motif, long/unusal/archaic/scientific/magickal word,
Cutting through...
By my mother who truth be told,
Most days,
Feels and acts in the same ways,
But does not have the same processes
To get to the relatively same outcomes, or feelings about things as me (it's hopeless
To try and understand her thought processes),
That I might be on the autism spectrum because of my thought processes.
The way I experience the world with so much more intensity,
Every color, every color scheme, pattern, texture, artwork, art motif, long/unusal/archaic/scientific/magickal word,
Cutting through...
#happiness
#identity
#power
#MentalHealth
#Autism
29 reads
3 Comments
Quizzy29
Tangis ellis
Tangis ellis
Poem Published
6th Nov 2019 8:16am
6th Nov 2019 8:16am
The lion in me
I got slapped so I snapped.
I took a hit, so I threw a fit.
You stalled my progression, so I had to teach you a lesson.
You laughed at my pain, so I
left you standing in the rain.
You ignored my affection, so you were no longer the exception.
I gave you to the best, but you had me beating on my chest.
I prayed for peace, but I found out I was just a lease.
(Can a lion be tamed?)
I took a hit, so I threw a fit.
You stalled my progression, so I had to teach you a lesson.
You laughed at my pain, so I
left you standing in the rain.
You ignored my affection, so you were no longer the exception.
I gave you to the best, but you had me beating on my chest.
I prayed for peace, but I found out I was just a lease.
(Can a lion be tamed?)
#corruption
#violence
#power
63 reads
0 Comments
Rachelleundrgrd
Bumped 4th Nov 2019 5:14am
21st Feb 2018 6:48am
21st Feb 2018 6:48am
Dust and bones
Pops told me that even us good girls start and end as dust and that the in-between was simply horseshit sticking both parts together.
Mama said that even though we might dust and clean, we was created from more than just dirt. That the rib of a Man crafted us good girls.
Imagine that. Here we stand, and work, and sit quiet--like good girls do--all because of you and your extra bone.
We kneel down, eat dirt; and, when you are done, we dust it off of our knees, spit it out of our mouths and get back to our chores, like all good girls do.
...
Mama said that even though we might dust and clean, we was created from more than just dirt. That the rib of a Man crafted us good girls.
Imagine that. Here we stand, and work, and sit quiet--like good girls do--all because of you and your extra bone.
We kneel down, eat dirt; and, when you are done, we dust it off of our knees, spit it out of our mouths and get back to our chores, like all good girls do.
...
#anger
#power
#MeToo #feminism
#MeToo #feminism
307 reads
9 Comments
butters
Poem Published
29th Oct 2019 7:42pm
29th Oct 2019 7:42pm
i'mpeach-y
i totter
on the brink of collapse
ignominy
and a plaster cast
down the catwalk of life
staring down at the ground from
my elevated perch
moon-face reflected
in burnished patent
feet martyred
immolation
and not one lotus blossom
in sight
on the brink of collapse
ignominy
and a plaster cast
down the catwalk of life
staring down at the ground from
my elevated perch
moon-face reflected
in burnished patent
feet martyred
immolation
and not one lotus blossom
in sight
#corruption
#power
#politics
#money
#denial
56 reads
5 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
29th Oct 2019 9:39am
29th Oct 2019 9:39am
Broken Into
Have you ever been-
utterly broken into?
Windows smashed,
contents strewn-
across the floor.
Spending nights,
fearful of your own vulnerability
wondering if all your defences
are futile and superfluous, forever
Then realising you're heart is opened and can't
be broken-
or into
utterly broken into?
Windows smashed,
contents strewn-
across the floor.
Spending nights,
fearful of your own vulnerability
wondering if all your defences
are futile and superfluous, forever
Then realising you're heart is opened and can't
be broken-
or into
#love
#strength
#courage
#power
#determination
80 reads
19 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
19th Oct 2019 2:20am
19th Oct 2019 2:20am
BAREST BROKEN SKETCH
I drew the barest
Broken sketch
Of something
Beautiful
I never felt
So dangerous
Broken sketch
Of something
Beautiful
I never felt
So dangerous
#power
#art
74 reads
6 Comments
Kunoichi
Poem Published
12th Oct 2019 6:47am
12th Oct 2019 6:47am
Kill or be killed
They say
The past is the past
I'm to leave it behind
But when the past is on repeat
How do you overcome?
There is no way around it
I'll RIDE through it!
I'm composed of:
Pain
Smiles
Past
Present
Highs
And lows
Like a great symphony goes!
As my future unfolds
I hold
Those painful threads
That keep me strong
I hold onto
Those joyful memories
That lift me up.
It only stings
As the needle
breaks the skin...
They say
The past is the...
The past is the past
I'm to leave it behind
But when the past is on repeat
How do you overcome?
There is no way around it
I'll RIDE through it!
I'm composed of:
Pain
Smiles
Past
Present
Highs
And lows
Like a great symphony goes!
As my future unfolds
I hold
Those painful threads
That keep me strong
I hold onto
Those joyful memories
That lift me up.
It only stings
As the needle
breaks the skin...
They say
The past is the...
#strength
#courage
#power #acceptance
#power #acceptance
64 reads
3 Comments
badmalthus
Harry Rout
Harry Rout
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 1:22am
11th Oct 2019 1:22am
War Tears (for the Kurdish people)
all the broken bones
and screaming flesh
of wars and hate
torment each of us
from mind to mind
hijacking tranquility
with tortured moments
of unforgotten time
so much love
pushed aside
by vengeance
our humanity
crushed by the blood
of history
and
fucking power
where nothing...
nothing escapes
unscathed
Harry Rout 2019
and screaming flesh
of wars and hate
torment each of us
from mind to mind
hijacking tranquility
with tortured moments
of unforgotten time
so much love
pushed aside
by vengeance
our humanity
crushed by the blood
of history
and
fucking power
where nothing...
nothing escapes
unscathed
Harry Rout 2019
#corruption
#power
#war #greed
#war #greed
127 reads
cheesa
Poem Published
8th Oct 2019 7:59am
8th Oct 2019 7:59am
A night on the town
Mr sizzle sizzles sausages while sat down on his stool
Watching the drunks approach the girls whilst trying to play it cool
The bartender pretends to laugh at all the shitry jokes
Keeping quiet praying to god he dont end up like these folks
The whore with no draws is demanding more but shes been through the whole club
Off she goes with her gram of coke to find another mug
Someone smiles a fist is thrown a pickpocket grabs a purse
Teens argue a knife is drawn ones next ride is a hurst
Friends phone up questions asked are you out tonight
My reply can...
Watching the drunks approach the girls whilst trying to play it cool
The bartender pretends to laugh at all the shitry jokes
Keeping quiet praying to god he dont end up like these folks
The whore with no draws is demanding more but shes been through the whole club
Off she goes with her gram of coke to find another mug
Someone smiles a fist is thrown a pickpocket grabs a purse
Teens argue a knife is drawn ones next ride is a hurst
Friends phone up questions asked are you out tonight
My reply can...
#murder
#violence
#power
#politics
#LifeStruggles
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0 Comments
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