Control Poems - Poems about Control

My world is shaped by what I see. But only God knows what's best for me! Nothing is impossible, all things can be. Now that Jesus came and set me free. I serve one God who is in three. It's beyond my comprehension this Trinity. I don't need to know how it can be. As long as the Father, Son and Spirit...

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Ford smacked into the Cadillac but why didn’t you hold her back? Ford has her own ways Buick said She’s out of control and two are dead....

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My love, it looks like summer days with a bit of shade. Singing birds dancing upon your grace Rainbows are crying at the beauty that you paint An everyday Christmas when you're awake You are a gift to me Cherishing how your hand sparkles Feet smoother than any babies Sweet Carmel skin My love looks like winter but is always...

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You put me in a box— 'Cause that’s what makes you comfortable. You put me in a box— 'Cause that’s what makes you strong. You put me in a box And tell me That’s where I belong. You put me in a box To keep me Contained. Controlled. You put me in a box To strip away my soul. You put me in a box And seal it up...

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Her soul was starved of acceptance An aching hunger wanting to be fed Her body weak Not from the lack of food But for the lack of love for her skin Being black meant a life where no matter what she did She would never win She couldn't control her race But she could control her body She wanted to be...

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Freewill is a right, we all should be allowed to have our rights. Right to move about, and live without fear or doubts. Some say its love, but true love is like a warm blanket that feels, soft and gives comfort, making us feel so glowing through our life. Some just want control, and to make...

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Where's it told what tomorrow brings who's in control pulling the strings it goes to show we'll never know who's to say what's around the bend down the road or at day's end we'll never know and so it goes what's in store for wrong or right in bright moonlight or on the other side of night we can wish altho' we'll never know tho' we've been...

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Sitting on a Greyhound awaiting to depart Memphis being the start My Greyhound bus ticket has no specific destination with only “Anywhere Bound” The feeling is where to find the possibilities in where to settle Journey into a new life No fiddle faddle Reclining in my seat, and just imagine my life through the off ramp in discovering my destiny Miles upon...

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Obedience is a spell. But some bloodlines carry thunder in their sleep. They will call it rebellion. But it is remembering - the heartbeat beneath the ruin, the fire before the name, before the world was trained to forget its own divinity. Before the myths bent truth into control - there were those who shaped stars with their breath and did not ask permission. ...

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You found me nearly hollowed out. A bag of bones upon the ground My soul retreats into my pith But not before you catch a glimpse My soul hides within my core For the light it had, it has no more Your fingers and eyes begin to comb Through the mess of flesh Incaged in bone You looked me over and sat me up Then...

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I have too many regrets they bloom like tumors in the soft tissue of memory, each one pulsing with what I should have said before silence set in like rigor mortis. I swallowed whole versions of myself the reckless, the brave, the boy who ran before the door slammed shut. Now I speak in echoes of things I almost did. I wear lives that were never mine borrowed skin stitched with...

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For Angela Voras- Hills As work inches along the highway you’ll be standing next to a field the breeze a song only you’ll hear as it whispers but you remember life’s a song your life a collage of all the experiences your heart holds such joy to behold as the season passes as the passing sun bleeds into the sky as the...

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Before i wrote i knocked on wood.' Maybe an omen? Take Note we should? Or maybe thousands of pieces of paper' How many to boil a kettle? Will we find out later? Meanwhile in Spain, were results its plain.' I wager Its due to the move.? Or The switch? to the 'eco fast lane?' Perhaps a varience...

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Written: April 8, 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand ******************* love fleeting moments ...

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A multinational corporation Will probably sell your thoughts In exchange of profits and assets, More valuable than your freedom. But can you stop them? A real question. Probably not, for you don't understand The rules of this game. I have played for a while, And have had experiences like forever. It isn't a game of your opinions. I understand now....

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