Best Empowered Poems
I Am an achiever
Because the Great Achiever
Lives in me and I in Him
I Am a King, royal and great
Because the King of Kings
Lives in me and I in Him
I Am powerful mighty and sure
Because the Great I Am
Lives in me and I in Him
I Am eternal always Am
Because the Eternal God
Lives in me and I in Him
I Am co- creator of all that be
Because the Creator of all things
Lives in me and I in Him
I Am love, pure and perfect
Because the Most perfect of Love
Lives in me and I in Him
I Am a rock strong and enduring
Because the Rock of Ages
Lives in me and I in Him
My finger hovers over that little red button… should I press it?
10~09~16
I'm empowered by the positive motivation that guides my light
Not from the negative whispers that linger in the night
I'm a women with strength beyond great things
Not a lost wondering spirit stripped of its wings
I refuse to walk backwards
Because my steps are to big to follow
My voice never shallow
My words are to big and powerful
I'm an empowered women guided by the expectation to succeed
With my path already paved
My feet are planted firmly
I will not be pushed down
I will rise from this ground
I will make my statement loud
Because I am an empowered women
Exalting God Almighty, being empowered
Dependent am I on the Holy Ghost for His direction
Nourished is my spirit through His Word's nurture
Assured of His eternal life* according to His salvation authority.
Praise worthy is my Lord, Creator, Master, King so powerful
Omniscient and omnipotent indeed; greatly omnipresent
Redeemer of my soul, restoring me toward revival
Triumphant, He deserves my trust as well as thanksgiving
Exposing grace and compassion, He loves me ever
Zeal of His mercy reaches me with His ready forgiveness' zest
Attending to my heart while meeting my needs by His abundance.
Appreciative, I worship Christ with joyous adoration
Dedicating to Him my all, worshiping midst faith's delight
Earnestly serving Him upon diligent stewardship enthusiasm
Nestled inside His care since He will leave me never
Always anticipating for my utmost by His best absolutely.
*Romans 6:23...The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
December 24, 2019
Dear Ma'am Edna,
God be praised and thanked for your life devoted to the Lord. Continue to be a blessing by the grace of God, through His power, and for His glory. Belated blessed birthday to you.
4th place, "Any poem not for contest" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 1/4/2024
Losing you, rescued my spirit.
Like a Phoenix rising from ashes,
I caught fire from all the second chances.
I spread my wings and fly
A mystic flight of oblivion
and only lingering embers of saudade.
I like Poet Soup
Lots of people read my stuff
It's encouraging
Thanks all you poets
Only you can stop me now
Thanks all you readers
When majestic Australia met musical New Orleans
A funny girl full of dance found true romance
A marriage of two gracious Queens
Circulating love on Earth to purposely enhance
Ellen paid life's tuition with or without others permission
Not surprised two positive powerful women yoked
Are willing to bring others dreams to gleeful fruition
Life peppered with charity, humility and love soaked
Portia comes from a land of incredulous beauty
Ellen was born where music and song are intuition
Both advocate for animals and charity equivalent to a duty
Humorously lifting spirits akin to a healing physician
Upon reflection I was surprised no one has written you two a song
If I master that skill, I will, but until my sonnet is where you belong
Faith with Your empowered love, LORD, is our strength to please* YOU ceaselessly, while worshiping and thanking You...
...Keep us trusting YOU with Your imparted faith that has miraculously quickened our souls, and is marvelously reviving our spirits...
...Anchored upon Your omnipotence, believing that YOU are our God Who specializes in impossibilities, assuring us Your compassion...
...For us to minister to others with love, devoid of selfishness, overcoming covetousness and greediness.
*Hebrews 11:6 ...Without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.
March 3, 2019
A forum of empowerment that is not just for comfort and convenience, women must develop.
Our thoughts must be heard in all political arenas.
And know that we never negate.
We state what is best for our children and us and hope that we are not up against man.
We just want a stronger path than we now have.
“Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness” is well.
Marriage, life-long partnership, short-term relationship we do have.
Women are diverse.
We are a school of thought to a greater determination.
We promote our leaders when they are right and in times, they are not.
Social Theologist we have become.
Our inceptions are professionally developed.
Established as our life work, we are an image of self-esteem and self-worth.
We have come from oppression.
We have been suppressed.
However, the day has come that those obstacles no longer exist.
We bring harmony.
We come in peace.
This Woman-to-Woman Forum is that of solidarity to liberate our minds that have formed a greater purpose.
To express our thoughts, those that are thorough.
As foundation to our framework, we are The New School of Thought – The School of Social Theological Studies.
A long journey we have partaken.
Envisioned and mission sought to transform woman’s body, mind, and soul...
STRENGTH EMPOWERED!
It was amazing,
Words came gushing from his head,
Clamouring for the paper instead.
It was captivating,
Lots of words played to form a rhyme,
And on paper, they stood the test of time.
It was enchanting,
With his words, I felt the sun's glow,
With his words, I saw pure waters flow.
It was overpowering,
His words made me see stars,
And cured my hidden scars.
It was astonishing,
In his words, I saw his past, his present,
And what to him, the future meant.
It was perfect,
In his words, I saw elegance, saw charm,
And I knew, I held dynamite in my palm.
And it's true,
That though, there's power in the sword of a samurai,
There's more in the words of a writer.
Don’t look for happiness outside yourself,
Don’t use your eyes, feel your way.
Don’t live tomorrow, enjoy your today,
Broaden your blessings to give them away.
The infection in you empowered by Him,
Reflects near and wide the changes within.
Empowered to serve
With humility and grace
Elegantly standing completely
Adorned in the Father's Armour.
No foe can disarm nor conqueror
The one empowered to serve
For the gates of hell shall not prevail.
Empowered to serve
Helping the wounded and the
Ones who have lost their way.
Empowered to serve
Leading each one who will heed
The Master's call to feast at the
Table already prepared.
It is an honor to be empowered
To serve at the Master's
Beck and call.
Son of a gun narcissistic
With a personality pessimistic
Everything resolves around you
Victor or victim that you bruise
When you look in silver mirror
You can’t see because you fear me
My natural beauty that you deface
Graceful in defeat as you beat me again
And yet somehow I still WIN
I let you walk in my trap
Recorded it all and sent it zap
To the authorities for proof
No more abuse wear your cell
Meant for my mind on yours
I’m forgiving me for loving YOU
Parting ways is so sugary
I have reasons to enjoy life
No longer fearing empowered
I am a black flower blooming
Love is empowered by the will, so embrace that thought.
For if love is just a feeling, I will … to will it not.
Inspired by Brian Strand's "What You Will" .
Here I stand
with my Claymore, Agony
strapped to my back
and metaphysical forearm spikes
running up my arms,
slanting towards my elbows.
Winds howl around me
filled with knives of rhetoric
tearing at me like teeth.
Unleashing my spiked chain
from its pouch on my belt
I grip my already bloodied,
reverse crescent axe
and jump off the ledge
into the fray
swinging the chain
around the closest neck
I pull them close
then sever their head
with my axe
releasing a fountain of blood
towards the heavens.
Morbid scimitars
flash before my eyes
as I lean back
narrowly escaping the attack,
a downward swing of my chain
spins the enemy
and I hack
through his spine with my axe.
A Morningstar filled with delirium
smashes into my shoulder
and I drop my axe
but retaliate
with a skull splitting slash
of my clawed hysteria glove
stopping within
the eye sockets,
shaking the carcass off
I pull out my Claymore.
Whirling my chain overhead
I release it
and it savagely
wraps up an unfortunate,
dropping him mid charge.
Snatching my sadistic,
spiked headed War hammer
I separate another
from his legs
with my sword.
At the last second
I catch the shaft
of a tainted spear
within my forearm spikes
snapping it
then bury my hammer’s head
in his chest.
Unfortunately
the body draws me down,
leaving me open
and an infected mace
smashes into my skull,
but as I fall Agony
serrates the seven mortals
with my death spin,
and as I lay there
spitting up blood
the detrimental maul
splatters my brains
upon the battlefield.