Short Puissant Poems
Short Puissant Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Puissant by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Puissant by length and keyword.
The lotus grows even in dirty waters, standing puissant with poise in such a manner that it's environs are obscured by the grandeur and confidence emanating from it.
K.S.Lakshmi
I'm more human than male
further person than puissant
I'm further of a man than fear
I'm more spirit than physical strength
I am a rolling stone,
but I am a flower that adorns
the thoughts of the world
I am thus poet...!
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Cyan orb gyrates
Lord's wondrous puissant hands sculpt -
" BALL OF LIFE AND DEATH "
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You've reached the pinnacle of fame
where double-speak's the daily game,
so many words, so little meaning,
popinjay, so skilled at preening.
Posing for a photo-op,
your perfect hair a puissant crop,
your perfect smile a sickly stare
which fools the foolish everywhere.
Demagoguery designed
to derogate the keener mind,
a smile will hide what lurks behind
the gross deceptions of your kind.
You've reached the pinnacle of fame
where double-speak's the daily game,
so many words, so little meaning,
popinjay, so skilled at preening.
Posing for a photo-op,
your perfect hair a puissant crop,
your perfect smile a sickly stare
which fools the foolish everywhere.
Demagoguery designed
to derogate the keener mind,
a smile will hide what lurks behind
the gross deceptions of your kind.
You've reached the pinnacle of fame
where double-speak's a daily game,
so many words, so little meaning,
popinjay, so skilled at preening.
Posing for a photo-op
your perfect hair a puissant crop,
your perfect smile, a frozen glare
which fools the foolish everywhere.
Demagoguery's designed
to derogate the keener mind,
a smile will hide what lies behind
to mark the downfall of your kind.
...inspired by 'To The President-Elect' by Joseph Brodsky
You've reached the pinnacle of fame
where double-speak's a daily game,
so many words, so little meaning,
popinjay, so skilled at preening.
Posing for a photo-op
your perfect hair a puissant crop,
your perfect smile, a frozen glare
which fools the foolish everywhere.
Demagoguery designed
to derogate the keener mind,
a smile may hide what lies behind
but mark the downfall of your kind.
...inspired by 'To The President-Elect' by Joseph Brodsky
You've reached the pinnacle of fame
where double-speak's a daily game,
so many words, so little meaning,
popinjay, so skilled at preening.
Posing for a photo-op
your perfect hair a puissant crop,
your perfect smile, a frozen glare
which fools the foolish everywhere.
Demagoguery designed
to derogate the keener mind,
a smile may hide what lies behind
but mark the downfall of your kind.
...inspired by 'To The President-Elect' by Joseph Brodsky
You've reached the pinnacle of fame
where double-speak's a daily game,
so many words, so little meaning,
popinjay, so skilled at preening.
Posing for a photo-op
your perfect hair a puissant crop,
your perfect smile, a frozen glare
which fools the foolish everywhere.
Demagoguery designed
to derogate the keener mind,
a smile may hide what lies behind
and mark the downfall of your kind.
...inspired by 'To The President-Elect' by Joseph Brodsky
You've reached the pinnacle of fame
where double-speak's the daily game,
so many words, so little meaning,
popinjay, so skilled at preening.
Posing for a photo-op
your perfect hair a puissant crop,
your perfect smile, a frozen glare
which fools the foolish everywhere.
Demagoguery designed
to derogate the keener mind,
a bush will hide what lies behind
and mark the downfall of your kind.
Darkness surrounds me, but I am not alone.
I see the stars each one brighter than the another.
A constant light I look for, it leads the way.
I turn around, it's there lighting my way which each step.
Slowly looking over my shoulders, it whispers, I'M HERE.
Don't go, for darkness comes another day, I have no doubts.
I look and YOU are there, I knew, because YOU said so.
My feet are steady and puissant.
A faint light I look for, I turn around and it is there, looking for me.