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.
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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
141 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
42 reads
0 Comments
AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
5th Oct 2019 7:06pm
5th Oct 2019 7:06pm
Plotting against nature
A sombre bird moves delicatly
outside my window
knotting invisable threads
Have you not noticed our absence?
beyond faint slumber
we thought we could entrust
humanity
Should we consign all fate
to be forgot
History repeating
again
in gunpowder
we trust
outside my window
knotting invisable threads
Have you not noticed our absence?
beyond faint slumber
we thought we could entrust
humanity
Should we consign all fate
to be forgot
History repeating
again
in gunpowder
we trust
#power
#animals
#nature
105 reads
16 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
93 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
38 reads
1 Comment
PenneyWyze
Poem Published
19th Sep 2019 1:41am
19th Sep 2019 1:41am
Wonderful Bewonderment
There’s something about him...
...or is it what lives inside him?....
...that draws my attention in his direction.
It’s not that I’m hoping to save him...
...he’s just lost and it shows.
Maybe, it’s that we’re both trapped
within the darkness, inside our own minds.
Torn between the angels seeking chaos and the demons seeking peace.
...or is it what lives inside him?....
...that draws my attention in his direction.
It’s not that I’m hoping to save him...
...he’s just lost and it shows.
Maybe, it’s that we’re both trapped
within the darkness, inside our own minds.
Torn between the angels seeking chaos and the demons seeking peace.
#power
#confessional
#mystery #sensual
#mystery #sensual
85 reads
14 Comments
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
153 reads
13 Comments
Maeve
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 7:57pm
14th Sep 2019 7:57pm
The Valley of Ashes
Prosperity depends
On those willing to sacrifice their bones
For the rungs of its ladder:
Ash smothers sunlight
The phoenix impotent, unable to resurrect
Choking, sputtering
Victim of silk-stocking poachers
Pervasive ash defiles pink lungs
A decaying fungus
Violating bodies, corrupting spirits
Before dousing out sanguine sparks
It is here that the river Styx,
With froth of dust and surf of soot,
Sunders the world of the living
From hegemonized proletariats
During their sprint to heaven ...
On those willing to sacrifice their bones
For the rungs of its ladder:
Ash smothers sunlight
The phoenix impotent, unable to resurrect
Choking, sputtering
Victim of silk-stocking poachers
Pervasive ash defiles pink lungs
A decaying fungus
Violating bodies, corrupting spirits
Before dousing out sanguine sparks
It is here that the river Styx,
With froth of dust and surf of soot,
Sunders the world of the living
From hegemonized proletariats
During their sprint to heaven ...
#corruption
#oppression
#power #inequality
#power #inequality
58 reads
1 Comment
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
53 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
145 reads
4 Comments
Ragnar
Poem Published
1st Sep 2019 12:27pm
1st Sep 2019 12:27pm
A Beast Approaches
As I sit this morning on my porch, I savor a very different and uniquely peaceful quiet.
It is always a much different type of calm, right before the storm and a storm, does in fact loom.
Much more closely than many realize or even believe, just as many times before, not far off of our shores, a beast approaches.
It does not move quickly.
It instead moves deliberately.
It taunts and haunts us with slow, perhaps even erratic and unpredictable movements.
Stalking us, if you will, while it continues to gather strength.
So, be very aware of the unpredictable...
It is always a much different type of calm, right before the storm and a storm, does in fact loom.
Much more closely than many realize or even believe, just as many times before, not far off of our shores, a beast approaches.
It does not move quickly.
It instead moves deliberately.
It taunts and haunts us with slow, perhaps even erratic and unpredictable movements.
Stalking us, if you will, while it continues to gather strength.
So, be very aware of the unpredictable...
#power
#nature
102 reads
6 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
76 reads
0 Comments
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