Poems About Power Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about power seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
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
54 reads
0 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
52 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
73 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
71 reads
6 Comments
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
37 reads
0 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
27th Sep 2019 6:08pm
27th Sep 2019 6:08pm
A Crepuscule For Jakey Snake
Swank. Wrank. Frank
disallowed from the
prissy playground
of this year's
ignominieux Awards.
Better to run off with feathers in pocket, rather (than) the weight
of coal or gold or lead or diamonds or concrete or a ton of mindShit.
So travel lightly wit no-thing in hand, and No Thing in head.
They've filled enough shallow graves to make a guillotine happy,
from glistening blade, rotten rope, and dysfunctional...
disallowed from the
prissy playground
of this year's
ignominieux Awards.
Better to run off with feathers in pocket, rather (than) the weight
of coal or gold or lead or diamonds or concrete or a ton of mindShit.
So travel lightly wit no-thing in hand, and No Thing in head.
They've filled enough shallow graves to make a guillotine happy,
from glistening blade, rotten rope, and dysfunctional...
#power
#CallToAction
#CharlesBukowski
#consumerism
#StreamOfConsciousness
80 reads
9 Comments
spdred
spidey
spidey
Poem Published
26th Sep 2019 9:55am
26th Sep 2019 9:55am
love letters for the end of the world: V
red strikes once the landscape
of white smoke and black earth.
a signal fire, a funeral pyre,
a warning for what it's worth.
red strikes once the landscape,
first of hearts-- and then, of streets.
a march against who've marched before
to triumph, then, defeat.
red strikes once the fists and feet,
of those who care to see.
the fire saves and kills us,
we are burning. we are free.
of white smoke and black earth.
a signal fire, a funeral pyre,
a warning for what it's worth.
red strikes once the landscape,
first of hearts-- and then, of streets.
a march against who've marched before
to triumph, then, defeat.
red strikes once the fists and feet,
of those who care to see.
the fire saves and kills us,
we are burning. we are free.
#oppression
#power
#pollution
#freedom
#rebellion
30 reads
1 Comment
butters
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 6:28pm
18th Sep 2019 6:28pm
thoughts and prayers
edit 1: with thanks to all
thoughts and prayers
it is said
the meek shall inherit the earth
but the pious
oh how they pray
that same god they confess
to each saturday
before partaking of
body and blood on sunday
fails to notice how wafer-thin
their mask of humility
nor that he'll spot
in genuflection's stoop
the indecent caress of their piece
carried secretly without proper permit
& the turgid little hope
burning just below their heart
that...
thoughts and prayers
it is said
the meek shall inherit the earth
but the pious
oh how they pray
that same god they confess
to each saturday
before partaking of
body and blood on sunday
fails to notice how wafer-thin
their mask of humility
nor that he'll spot
in genuflection's stoop
the indecent caress of their piece
carried secretly without proper permit
& the turgid little hope
burning just below their heart
that...
#violence
#power
#politics #racism
#politics #racism
142 reads
13 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 6:04am
10th Sep 2019 6:04am
Meter Maid
Passing out at
9pm, man, I really
am a tired old
man
clueless influencer and
the tools at your
disposal
gloomy Tuesday,
the prices are
unreal
pickled brains make
the best
poets
the man steadily
gallivants into the
abyss
Ritalin mornings and
Fentanyl nights
I’m looking at
Turrets and trying
To decide
This is something
Else taking
Control of
Me
And since you have
No imagination what’s
So...
9pm, man, I really
am a tired old
man
clueless influencer and
the tools at your
disposal
gloomy Tuesday,
the prices are
unreal
pickled brains make
the best
poets
the man steadily
gallivants into the
abyss
Ritalin mornings and
Fentanyl nights
I’m looking at
Turrets and trying
To decide
This is something
Else taking
Control of
Me
And since you have
No imagination what’s
So...
#sadness
#power
#drugs
#aging
#nightmares
47 reads
2 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
4th Sep 2019 6:20am
4th Sep 2019 6:20am
You Are Not It
You wake up one
Day and realize
You’re really never
Going to make it
What do you do
With that
Information?
There’s a lot of
Shitstains on
Social media who
Have an inordinate
Amount of
Unwarranted
Confidence
What the fuck
Did you
Do?
Well, let’s just
See how
Sloppy this
Gets
I’m an island
That no one
Visits
There’s this
Other reality
That no one
Acknowledges
Front on me when ...
Day and realize
You’re really never
Going to make it
What do you do
With that
Information?
There’s a lot of
Shitstains on
Social media who
Have an inordinate
Amount of
Unwarranted
Confidence
What the fuck
Did you
Do?
Well, let’s just
See how
Sloppy this
Gets
I’m an island
That no one
Visits
There’s this
Other reality
That no one
Acknowledges
Front on me when ...
#loneliness
#power
#nightmares
#meditation
#SelfWorth
135 reads
4 Comments
poetryaccident
Poem Published
31st Aug 2019 2:45am
31st Aug 2019 2:45am
Wolf at the Window
The wolf at the window is held at bay
waiting with patience at our dismay
knowing that all must walk among
forest paths beyond the vale
safety breached to attain
something more than the disdain
of the fools that wish for more
than memories now deplored
the haunts exist by aftermath
in the forest where killers bay
knowing windows lead to doors
allowing all to damn their souls
it takes one chance for the claws
to take the flesh from safety’s arms
before the window is declined
what lays beyond will have...
waiting with patience at our dismay
knowing that all must walk among
forest paths beyond the vale
safety breached to attain
something more than the disdain
of the fools that wish for more
than memories now deplored
the haunts exist by aftermath
in the forest where killers bay
knowing windows lead to doors
allowing all to damn their souls
it takes one chance for the claws
to take the flesh from safety’s arms
before the window is declined
what lays beyond will have...
#power
63 reads
0 Comments
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
106 reads
0 Comments
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