Power Girl Poems | Examples
These Power Girl poems are examples of Girl poems about Power. These are the best examples of Girl Power poems written by international poets.
the girl who learned
she tiptoed in an out
unnoticed by the elders
they had no idea
she was soaking up their knowledge
spied upon by an enthusiastic learner
a lifelong learner
the woman who would learn ancestral norms
that would elevate her to the highest power in the land
she has the good girl side; the one who likes to please
the one that was drummed into her head during her growth years
the one that has not done a lot for her
the parent-pleasing-good-girl reactions
but on the other hand, she has become a power house
a voice for women who need a voice
an advocate for the abused and downtrodden
attitude who builds her up and makes her smile
she recognizes them both when they kick in
but it’s not like she controls them
sometimes her emotions take over
good-girl, wimp, mad at myself seventeen, powerhouse one.
Giggling and playing hopscotch
Indigo dreams of being a star
Running wild before training bra
Laughter and smiles come from heart
Pigtails and bikes dolls and skates
Onyx starry nights by the lake
Whimsical dreams esteemed out loud
Emerald queens and all girls scouts
Ready to live learn camping out
Blue rivulets of vein on the inside of her wrist,
That shallow valley between her hip
And the bottom of her belly,
The inside of her knee
Where her calf met her thigh,
I remember this girl.
Like the fury of a thousand suns
I remember her.
This woman’s power
To point a finger, or wave a hand,
Disintegrate a life,
Or plot the course of futures.
A simple “yes” or “no”
To open the gates of paradise
Or expel you to the cavernous blackness
Of endless empty space
In place
Of where she stood.
Girl against being generalized
Look out here comes my generation.
The ones who are gonna reclaim a nation,
Spreading truth meant to be realized.
To the girl who lost her magic
biting on quivering lips,
your eyes are so tragic;
In the mirror Fey behind you,
light a fire with that matchstick;
Remember their majesty,
ignore every nonbeliever’s logic;
Power flies in those fingertips,
all wings and gossamer fabric.
She was a dancer
She said it was all okay
The power was hers
Lydia in Asian Games
Running wild in Southeast
Flying with burning flames
Pride from the East.
Waiting
Waiting for the power to turn it on
Untouched by the wreckage that dangles from my heart
How can someone disconnect so fast
How does a heart turn off so fast
Leaving
Blaming
Playing games
Heartless
Walls full of memories
Dangling by a hook
Ready to come crashing down around my feet
Stepping on shards of glass
Feeling nothing inside
Sabotaging my heart
Bleeding out to the end
Fading
Fading away
As nothing comes my way
Fleeing
For love doesn’t stay
Sometimes life is mean, sometimes life is good.
Sometimes life is clean, sometimes you’re in the mud.
We hold on to things unseen. We hold on to what we should.
You may have a dream of what life should be or could.
Our minds play tricks with time. Our minds play with tricks on us.
A memory can create a flood of emotion and buried feelings like no other power on earth could.
Perhaps we should live for our dreams?
The world would be so good.
Imagine souls living to be the best version of themselves that they could.
I hope that these words may resonate to something in you that is your good.
Imagine a world of minds where we could be everything that we should.
Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup—
Sugar, spice and everything nice…backup.
Chemical X created the perfect little girls
with kicka@@ powers and whirls.
Professor Utonium
created his perfect kindergartners…um,
one with sugar, one with nice, one with spice,
all with Keene-eyes, superness, no advice.
9/25/2021
Cleritoons
Joseph May
This lovely fruit that clings to tree:
it beckons shyly, just to me.
Not an apple to pick, alas;
nor a fine pear--I almost pass.
But then a perfume fills the air,
almost too sweet for one to bear.
And so I pick this lovely fruit
and give to one in my pursuit.
She thought it beautiful, at first.
I wasn't ready for the worst.
The face she made was new to me,
her screaming fraught with witchery!
She threw the beastly thing at me,
and ran away: I watched her flee.
What smells so sweet but tastes so sour?
That, I now know, is lemon's power.
What a faux pas I had just made.
But it unmasked a grand charade.
As lemon and the girl portrayed
that which lies within and not displayed.
A Ravishing Beauty Of Grace And Charm.
.
Born into luxury and decadence
A ravishing beauty of grace and charm
Who many a young lovelorn suitor
Longed to be betrothed and have on his arm
.
Her delicate beauty shone like a beacon of light
The most beautiful in the ballroom
And like a sparkling diamond
Catching everyone's sight
.
Her perfume wafted so fragrant and sweet
As bunches of roses placed by her royal feet
The presence of an angel
As cunning as a fox
A paragon of sublime beauty
With cascading flowing locks
.
A sheltered life she did have
Her heart in limbo
And incredibly sad
As her future
Incredibly sad
,
A preconscious flower
That evil devoured
By a revolutionary
Bitter peoples unleashed
Power.
.
Peter Dome©2021.
I empower all to love* with compassion, conquering hate and fear.
*1John 4:18 There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.
August 29, 2020
1st place, "If I Am A Super Heroine-Hero" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by JCB Burl; judged on 9/1/2020.
She was a magical girl.
Not a Pollyanna by any means.
But living in a glorious fantasy world.
Taking no prisoners
Dancing at the top of sail ropes
Leaning her truth out of pirate ships.
Refusing to grow up, encouraged by Tinker Bell.
Fancied by rainbow unicorns, admired by mermaids.
Believing in the world’s glitziness and glamour.
Loving her life, exuding love,
Throwing herself into arms at night,
Giving them a whiff of pure, sweet, magical girl power.
Forever memorialized as her darling three-year-old self
Refusing to grow older, taken by cancer before she was four.