Might Poems - Poems about Might

A poem for those healing in silence.? Maybe it’s the sunlight, dotting playfully through the blinds— a quiet reminder that the world still holds light. Maybe it’s the steam rising from morning Earl Grey, a scone with melted butter —a moment of normal in a day that’s anything but. Perhaps it’s the slow turn of a page, the way strangers drift past your window— Perhaps it’s in...

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I have been searching all my life for heaven in paradise but I just could not find it until my innate spirit reveals it. I searched from country to country over hills and valleys, mountain and plains; I walked until my feet were inflamed. But I could not find what my spirit reveals and what...

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she has been looking for someone, since before she knew the word for wanting, “please, have you seen this person?” someone who’s tall and strong when she scratched her knees falling down the monkey bars —he can catch her when she falls, and lift her like she's air someone who's kind and has a puppy when she first held a fluffy life...

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Easy to look back at a life that rolled along A joyful stream of melody each day a brand-new song Yet today I wonder ...

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That Might Work If You Are Punished For Doing The Smart Thing (By Whatever...) Do The Stupid Thing. Shh. That's Not Stupid Enough. I Think It Is. I've Gotta' Try Something Else. Whatever. -Gray Squirrel 05-16-2025...

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In nineteen sixty-three, May twenty-eight, three youngsters in a Woolworths five-and-dime sat down and asked for coffee. This was war. In Jackson, Mississippi, way back when, outrageous things like this riled up the pack. The photos still exist. You feel the hate. To ask for coffee, then, was such a crime, so unacceptable to local law that men (look at the...

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Obtuse abuse..rude platitudes shout.. About alternative attitudes..generations.. Scream at different altitudes & latitudes.. Venerate mandarins sins.. Generate pernicious vicissitudes Vicious avaricious machinations.. Celebrate nations chagrin… Pander to propaganda spin.. AI garlanded reputations.. Cohorts in suits cavort in cahoots.. Kiss or diss..the abyss Hiss of mis-information bliss.. Arrests..capitalist corporate conquests...detests protest.. Well got egregious prior & previous.. SO Whatever your hue or world view.. We know what's wrong..doesn't belong Deliriously daring to...

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I am as a hammer.' Weilded by God.' Upon the rockface of False piety.' O're which human blood pours; in great floods.' In power i Assail it.' With blows of great might.' I am come for this Epoch..' at this deepest midnight' I assault in this darkness every, twenty four hours.' The smoke from each Impact echoes' deafening...

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Besotted, ensnared and diverged thy pupil Dilate the ache 'pon holy gate Sewn son to sun of love'n marred and married gait Palpate the touch o'titular chance Kiss'd and carresed thy senile smile Tipped'n tallied bashful sway, to fall Away, and away, eyes to 'ssemble And resemble the semblance of valour and holy hour Mine to my own, to pitiful ponder Shone Sun...

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Oh, that I might fly like a kite in a sky with clouds a-swirling. It would be such a great joy for any young boy, especially if he had thunderbolts he could be hurling. ...

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You might be from a small midwestern town If you know what husking corn means You might be from Iowa If your town was full of relatives You might be from Nebraska If you have heard the term huskers You might be from Illinois If you know a dairy cow from other cows You might be from a small midwestern town If your town...

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Like a storm in a teacup, You turned nothing into something blown up, from a small thing. Everywhere's your ground to pick up a fight. You should know war is...

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No one could follow the labyrinth of logic in Norman’s head He is too brilliant for commoners, his overbearing gushy mother said Norman’s commonsense father had other ideas instead She makes too many excuses like she did for our runaway son, Ned....

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Actions may thunder, but my words ignite, A blade of wisdom, cutting sharper than might. Not just whispers, but a raging inferno, Lighting the world with the spark of the wise. They lift, they strain, their muscles implore, While I wield knowledge, a much sharper tool. Strength is fleeting, a flicker, a spark, While ideas burn bright, a light in the dark. Every...

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She is in silver colored clothes, Alike the flowing moonlights Slithering on the surface of ice Of the pond, feelings are frozen And melting by the dazzling flare To restore ripples lingering again Into meek crystal hares Wandering in your gaze With full of glimmering lights My shyness find no place to hide And my soul helpless seized I noticed them...

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