Long Poems About Power
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Long poems about power. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Ambiensse
Richard G
Richard G
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 7:58am
5th Mar 2024 7:58am
London Scene and Prospects
#lust
#power
#BDSM
#vampires
#Romanticism
61 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
27th Jan 2024 8:32pm
27th Jan 2024 8:32pm
THE TRUTH WILL HAVE YOU KILLED
Prior to Covid, I had a mental map of how society worked. Covid destroyed that picture. Covid revealed society as it really is and it’s shocking. Here's what I’ve learned about society for almost 4 years:
1. The ruling class is psychotic.
Bill Gates, Klaus Schwab, Albert Bourla etc. take delight in killing people, cause carnage just to overcome their own hedonistic adaptation, and are completely incapable of empathy or self-awareness. They have tremendous resources to shape society (and the technologies of persuasion have become incredibly powerful). But these people are...
1. The ruling class is psychotic.
Bill Gates, Klaus Schwab, Albert Bourla etc. take delight in killing people, cause carnage just to overcome their own hedonistic adaptation, and are completely incapable of empathy or self-awareness. They have tremendous resources to shape society (and the technologies of persuasion have become incredibly powerful). But these people are...
#corruption
#power
#politics
#earth
#deception
106 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
20th Jan 2024 00:09am
20th Jan 2024 00:09am
He Who Has The Gold Makes The Rules
PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC
One Week Later
Darla adjusted her posture on the lounge chair. She looked around at the private beach and home she rented for a month. She heard a dog barking in the distance. She sat up and pivoted her head; she shielded her eyes against the blazing sun.
“Do folks know the definition of privacy, ooh.”
A dog ran up to her and wagged its tail.
“Hello there.”
Darla rubbed the back of the dog’s ear.
The dog licked her hand. Someone...
One Week Later
Darla adjusted her posture on the lounge chair. She looked around at the private beach and home she rented for a month. She heard a dog barking in the distance. She sat up and pivoted her head; she shielded her eyes against the blazing sun.
“Do folks know the definition of privacy, ooh.”
A dog ran up to her and wagged its tail.
“Hello there.”
Darla rubbed the back of the dog’s ear.
The dog licked her hand. Someone...
#power
380 reads
3 Comments
Mercurial
Poem Published
28th Dec 2023 7:07am
28th Dec 2023 7:07am
The crown and her puppets
Two sides pulling each other,
I am right, you’re wrong, it’s either us or them,
The third enjoying the thrill of observation,
The diplomats pretending to be neutral.
Truth seems to be blurred,
But every one is right by their own accord,
Tit for tat but the opressor and the oppressed are embodied in one character,
Rationality and logic are intertwined in a web of emotions,
The others think they’re intelligent, the others think we are stupid.
The oppressed and the oppressor has chosen to stay quiet,
We’re feeding them...
I am right, you’re wrong, it’s either us or them,
The third enjoying the thrill of observation,
The diplomats pretending to be neutral.
Truth seems to be blurred,
But every one is right by their own accord,
Tit for tat but the opressor and the oppressed are embodied in one character,
Rationality and logic are intertwined in a web of emotions,
The others think they’re intelligent, the others think we are stupid.
The oppressed and the oppressor has chosen to stay quiet,
We’re feeding them...
#oppression
#power
#politics
#war
#rebellion
126 reads
0 Comments
Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
20th Oct 2023 5:18am
20th Oct 2023 5:18am
Armed To The Teeth
In a world awash with weapons, the fearsome parade,
Armed to the teeth, our society's charade.
With a Glock 17 in hand, some say they're safe,
But in this arsenal, we tread on perilous waif.
The Smith & Wesson M&P Shield gleams in the night,
A shield for some, a menace for others' plight.
The Colt M1911, a relic of the past,
In our modern world, a shadow it casts.
The Remington 870, a shotgun's embrace,
Power in every shell, in the wrong hands, a disgrace.
The AK-47, a symbol of strife,
In conflict and turmoil, it...
Armed to the teeth, our society's charade.
With a Glock 17 in hand, some say they're safe,
But in this arsenal, we tread on perilous waif.
The Smith & Wesson M&P Shield gleams in the night,
A shield for some, a menace for others' plight.
The Colt M1911, a relic of the past,
In our modern world, a shadow it casts.
The Remington 870, a shotgun's embrace,
Power in every shell, in the wrong hands, a disgrace.
The AK-47, a symbol of strife,
In conflict and turmoil, it...
#power
#GunControl
#weakness
159 reads
cabcool
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2023 4:07pm
2nd Oct 2023 4:07pm
the secret word
Once exposed, a secret loses all its power.”―Ann Aguirre
it comes from deep within a shell,
pressed closely to the ear,
whose music no one else can tell
but he who holds it dear.
i hear it in the ripple of
the gently flowing spring:
a word of patience and of love
...
it comes from deep within a shell,
pressed closely to the ear,
whose music no one else can tell
but he who holds it dear.
i hear it in the ripple of
the gently flowing spring:
a word of patience and of love
...
#secrets
#power
#LifeAsAWriter #PowerOfWords
#LifeAsAWriter #PowerOfWords
183 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
1st Oct 2023 8:11pm
1st Oct 2023 8:11pm
footprints on the pavement
You can't leave a footprint that lasts if you're always
walking on tiptoe.”—Marion Blakey
martyrs
walk in mortar,
culprits
in the sand;
pulpits
hide big talkers,
gloves are
love’s command.
footprints
on the sandbank
wither
into nought ...
walking on tiptoe.”—Marion Blakey
martyrs
walk in mortar,
culprits
in the sand;
pulpits
hide big talkers,
gloves are
love’s command.
footprints
on the sandbank
wither
into nought ...
#power
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
#CallToAction
#support
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SayQuois
JeremyK
JeremyK
Poem Published
17th Jul 2023 4:23pm
17th Jul 2023 4:23pm
Got Money?
Got Money is the song at the top of the charts,
Even when it's called Broken Teeth or it's called Broken Hearts,
God Money is the vibe on the block that you hear,
And it's funny and it's also just a little bit queer
That money could be conjured from a young child's ear?
Play money
So money is the subject, the object is paper,
Get enough paper for a guest skyscraper,
Throw enough paper and you never did rape her
For a high enough price justice becomes vapour
Sick money.
Is How I bought a yacht for my...
Even when it's called Broken Teeth or it's called Broken Hearts,
God Money is the vibe on the block that you hear,
And it's funny and it's also just a little bit queer
That money could be conjured from a young child's ear?
Play money
So money is the subject, the object is paper,
Get enough paper for a guest skyscraper,
Throw enough paper and you never did rape her
For a high enough price justice becomes vapour
Sick money.
Is How I bought a yacht for my...
#power
#money
#greed
218 reads
3 Comments
MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
30th May 2023 5:55pm
30th May 2023 5:55pm
Truth of Life
Wow, I wish that I was as smart as celebrities
Imagine havin' all that brain power
The things they could do in one minute
If I were to do it, it'd take hours
They're on a whole other level
when it comes to bein' a bold intellectual
So intelligent,
while I have trouble keepin' up with them,
they deserve gold medals.
They have such big heads
And I don't mean egotistical
I mean that their brains are so big.
It's probably hard for it to even fit in their skull
And that's why they're always high-strung and freakin' out at the...
Imagine havin' all that brain power
The things they could do in one minute
If I were to do it, it'd take hours
They're on a whole other level
when it comes to bein' a bold intellectual
So intelligent,
while I have trouble keepin' up with them,
they deserve gold medals.
They have such big heads
And I don't mean egotistical
I mean that their brains are so big.
It's probably hard for it to even fit in their skull
And that's why they're always high-strung and freakin' out at the...
#corruption
#power
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#poverty
129 reads
0 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
28th May 2023 8:53pm
28th May 2023 8:53pm
Ancient Memories: Sisters of Dis'kordiah
#dark
#power
#memories
#aliens
#mystery
80 reads
0 Comments
JAZZMANOR
Poem Published
25th Apr 2023 5:47am
25th Apr 2023 5:47am
Not 1960, 1968, or 1980
It is with a bit of pain that I have to say
that when this Kennedy calls my instinct is to stay away
I do so heavy of heart
for idealism and realism pull me apart
Probably inclined to vote for JFK if alive back in time
not that his candidacy would be a perfect find
or perhaps his excessive warnings of thwarting the USSR
would have been a strong enough blemish on this Democratic Star
But with events testing his intellect
admirable attributes from advisors that could reflect
heard the call to engage on Civil Rights ...
that when this Kennedy calls my instinct is to stay away
I do so heavy of heart
for idealism and realism pull me apart
Probably inclined to vote for JFK if alive back in time
not that his candidacy would be a perfect find
or perhaps his excessive warnings of thwarting the USSR
would have been a strong enough blemish on this Democratic Star
But with events testing his intellect
admirable attributes from advisors that could reflect
heard the call to engage on Civil Rights ...
#power
#politics
#tradition
133 reads
5 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
20th Apr 2023 00:58am
20th Apr 2023 00:58am
Papa Bird, the Old Wizard
One night a country bumpkin told his friends an incredible story about an old wizard named Papa Bird. He resided alone in the mountainous area of Westmoreland. The people of the district said that he was an obeah man, but he regarded himself as a scientist. Papa Bird was no ordinary wizard; his magic was real. Moreover, he had strong supernatural powers.
All the witches and wizards in the district feared him because they were charlatans. Papa bird’s house was on top of a hill, and every day he would sit on the verandah and look down in the valley. When people wanted to visit...
All the witches and wizards in the district feared him because they were charlatans. Papa bird’s house was on top of a hill, and every day he would sit on the verandah and look down in the valley. When people wanted to visit...
#power
#river
#mountains
#bees
#magic
118 reads
3 Comments
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