Power Poems | Examples of Power Poetry

Beneath the hum of unseen wires, A shadow grows, its reach aspires. No fields of earth, no rivers free, Yet lords of code claim sovereignty. Their towers rise, not stone but light, A lattice spun through endless night. Each pulse we send, each word we weave, Becomes the thread their looms receive. No plow they wield, no goods they craft, Yet wealth they hoard,...

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I kneel by the ash heap of my country, pulling out the charred bones of laws once tender with purpose. A womb, a book, a vote—each gutted clean by men in ties who grin as they light the match, who quote scripture as forests burn and children cry in cages built from policy. My daughter will not inherit a peace I once believed in. She...

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I sit on a throne of unfinished things, wearing a crown of missed chances, a robe of echoes and brittle stances, stitched with the pull of quiet strings. My mini palace is kept on my palm, built from silent, paused goodbyes. I spread my kingdom with quiet gaze, ruled it with intent none could revise. I am self-slaved by chosen remand, My soldier thumb...

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Her here isn’t now her life isn’t proud the familiar words he speaks, pay restitution to her soul, his control is her power, a responsibility of hers alone, she speaks with conviction, to the whites inside his eyes, soft and subtle gestures a calming in the room, snatching at the stars, aiming for brighter lights,...

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Evil… …does not …will not …cannot Control… Evil… ...

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A wild unpredictable stormy night Harsh wind squeals through window panes Random deafening claps of thunder Lightning illuminates the night sky again Disgruntled angry waves crash loudly Heavy rain pounds on the roofs slate tiles Mother nature is enraged tonight Unrelenting , unforgiving , hostile Inside the walls of the old stone cottage A sacred wood fire blazes bright Radiating great warmth and infinite...

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He is one of if not the most beautiful man, yet so brutal. In the presence of his variants, all resistance is futile. He's heroic in one, yet tragic in multiversal......

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What truly is power Is it control or the silence that follows it? Is it born from bullets and broken promises Or from the love we dismiss as weakness? Can power ever be shared like bread split between hungry Sudanese hands as if leadership were a meal the poor can taste in equal halves? Or is power what poisons the soil the reason Sudanese...

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War is no one’s friend It smiles with fire, and devours to the end. It begins with banners, chants, and threats, But it ends in silence, graves, and tears. We know how it starts, loud, proud, precise. But who knows the cost? Who pays the price? Not just soldiers who fell in line But children, parents, souls divine. War wears no badge...

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How’s your finger? How’s your rib? These are words I don’t ad lib How’s your backache? ...

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Words Don't Have Power Their Intended Meaning Does. Their Un-Intended Meaning Does. Two (Too.) *** Since I Am Not The Only One Reading This I Have No Clue: What Power They Have Over YOU. -Gray Squirrel 06-11-2025...

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The arrival of his departure (A numb and cruel upheaval starter) was an emotional core rupture; a visual goodbye to my father. I saw his final, last inhale that would never flow to release. I saw his life light fade to pale before leaving to forever peace. In time, I joyously came to know his essence was such a strong force, he could bend...

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I should have heard all the indications that the level of danger was low; no shots fired, no weapons, no anger or injuries, and no screaming, just a possible exchange of counterfeit currency. I should have arrived on scene happy and glad that this was not a place of terror from gun shots, citizens hurt and...

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I knew justice was a myth The first time I heard about trayvon martin Killed over skittles His killer George zimmerman Acquitted He became a celebrity And trayvon He became another statistic Another black kid Erased by the system He didn't get justice I knew justice was a myth When tamir rice A 12 Yr old boy Killed for playing with a toy He...

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Thanks to these storms to which I owe the power to wield my angst like a shining sword, For they have taught me to shake off my fears and crush them at my weary feet, I feel a whirlwind of air entering my anxious being, freeing me from the shadows of fear, I owe them their icy stillness,...

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