Best Power Poems

I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,- -that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.
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The happiest day- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
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January 1912, Mzansi brought forth a child 
In a harsh political climate 
Destined to free her people
Bound to cruel Fate
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Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
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The story's told
Of long ago
About a statue
With a head of gold
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In Köhln, a town of monks and bones,
And pavements fang'd with murderous stones
And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches;
I counted two and seventy stenches,
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The God separated a spirit from Himself and fashioned it into Beauty. He showered upon her all the blessings of gracefulness and kindness. He gave her the cup of happiness and said, 'Drink not from this cup unless you forget the past and the future, for happiness is naught but the moment.'
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He was selected
From among the finest
Of all men
To carry the loads
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A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.

When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.
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~ Monica Leuneske_y Monologues Zigzag Why? ~

[‘Power is the great aphrodisiac' ~ Henry Kissinger*]
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I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears;
And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts;
And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts;
And rusted every bayonet with His tears.
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Apparently with no surprise,
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play,
In accidental power.
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Who ever desired each other as we do? Let us look
for the ancient ashes of hearts that burned,
and let our kisses touch there, one by one,
till the flower, disembodied, rises again.
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A Planted Life—diversified
With Gold and Silver Pain
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'Come and hire me,' I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road.
Sword in hand, the King came in his chariot.
He held my hand and said, 'I will hire you with my power.'
But his power counted for nought, and he went away in his chariot.
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To some power is guns
To some power is knifes
To some power is the ability to read, and write.
To some power is control
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'I have no power to change you
or explain your ways
Never believe a man can change a woman
Those men are pretenders
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'Tis a strange mystery, the power of words!
Life is in them, and death. A word can send
The crimson colour hurrying to the cheek.
Hurrying with many meanings; or can turn
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Brighter shone the golden shadows;
On the cool wind softly came
The low, sweet tones of happy flowers,
Singing little Violet's name.
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Where to go for complaint?
When king becomes blind and turn saint?
When kingdom is handed over to wolves
Whole mystery surrounds and treachery involves
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The continent's a tamed ox, with all its mountains,
Powerful and servile; here is for plowland, here is
for park and playground, this helpless
Cataract for power; it lies behind us at heel
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This pleasant tale is like a little copse:
The honied lines so freshly interlace,
To keep the reader in so sweet a place,
So that he here and there full-hearted stops;
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Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing
that thy living touch is upon all my limbs.

I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing
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The dog has cleaned his bowl
and his reward is a biscuit,
which I put in his mouth
like a priest offering the host.
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My wearied heart bade me farewell and left for the House of Fortune. As he reached that holy city which the soul had blessed and worshipped, he commenced wondering, for he could not find what he had always imagined would be there. The city was empty of power, money, and authority.

And my heart spoke to the daughter of Love saying, "Oh Love, where can I find Contentment? I heard that she had come here to join you."
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I met you in a poem, dark leaves fell.
Sun rode the swift tide of November fields.
Gray power enclosed the music of the form.
White trees startled the rhythm of quatrains.
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Political morality differs from individual morality, because there is no power above the State. -- General von Bernardi.

Shadow by shadow, stripped for fight,
The lean black cruisers search the sea.
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Frog in well defined as knowledge confined,
Come out of it with knowledge refined,
May be areas used so compact and defined,
Inherent possession is must …………………
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Behold, it comes in might,
The power that is not power,
The light that is in darkness,
The shade in dazzling light.
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ONE'S-SELF I sing--a simple, separate Person;
Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-masse.

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Endowed with knowledge we
Acquire the power of a counselor.

Cultivating equanimity we
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They say her words were like balloons
with strings I could not hold,
that her love was something in a shop
cheap and far too quickly sold;
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WHO is it speaks of defeat? —
I tell you a Cause like ours
Is greater than defeat can know;
It is the power of powers!
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`Prisoner, tell me, who was it that bound you?'

`It was my master,' said the prisoner.
`I thought I could outdo everybody in the world in wealth and power,
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Listen to my prayer O, Lord,
You are powerful and mighty God,
Give me courage and word,
Power to rule and sway over world,
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Listen to my prayer O, Lord,
You are powerful and might God,
Give me courage and word,
Power to rule and sway over world,
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Walking; as if I am walking in the scenery of story
Through mountain, hilly forest, bush of greenery
Walking beneath to peak, peak to beneath as spider
Seeing riding horse outside of forest, inside the tiger
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BEGINNING my studies, the first step pleas'd me so much,
The mere fact, consciousness--these forms--the power of motion,
The least insect or animal--the senses--eyesight--love;
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Before all the wondrous shows of the widespread space around him, what living, sentient thing loves not the all-joyous light -- with its colors, its rays and undulations, its gentle omnipresence in the form of the wakening Day? The giant-world of the unresting constellations inhales it as the innermost soul of life, and floats dancing in its blue flood -- the sparkling, ever-tranquil stone, the thoughtful, imbibing plant, and the wild, burning multiform beast inhales it -- but more than all, the lordly stranger with the sense-filled eyes, the swaying walk, and the sweetly closed, melodious lips. Like a king over earthly nature, it rouses every force to countless transformations, binds and unbinds innumerable alliances, hangs its heavenly form around every earthly substance. -- Its presence alone reveals the marvelous splendor of the kingdoms of the world.

Aside I turn to the holy, unspeakable, mysterious Night. Afar lies the world -- sunk in a deep grave -- waste and lonely is its place. In the chords of the bosom blows a deep sadness. I am ready to sink away in drops of dew, and mingle with the ashes. -- The distances of memory, the wishes of youth, the dreams of childhood, the brief joys and vain hopes of a whole long life, arise in gray garments, like an evening vapor after the sunset. In other regions the light has pitched its joyous tents. What if it should never return to its children, who wait for it with the faith of innocence?
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Of the primeval Priests assum'd power,
When Eternals spurn'd back his religion;
And gave him a place in the north,
Obscure, shadowy, void, solitary.
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This pleasant tale is like a little copse:
The honied lines so freshly interlace,
To keep the reader in so sweet a place,
So that he here and there full-hearted stops;
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Why should man's high aspiring mind
Burn in him with so proud a breath,
When all his haughty views can find
In this world yields to death?
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The poet in his lone yet genial hour
Gives to his eyes a magnifying power :
Or rather he emancipates his eyes
From the black shapeless accidents of size--
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O, call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart
Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;
Use power with power, and slay me not by art.
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WITH all thy gifts, America,
(Standing secure, rapidly tending, overlooking the world,)
Power, wealth, extent, vouchsafed to thee--With these, and like of
these, vouchsafed to thee,
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What of the hunting, hunter bold?
Brother, the watch was long and cold.
What of the quarry ye went to kill?
Brother, he crops in the jungle still.
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Before the Lord we bow, the God Who reigns above,
And rules the world below, boundless in power and love.
Our thanks we bring in joy and praise, our hearts we raise
To Heaven's high King.
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In the Book of God (Ilahi-nama) 'Attar framed his mystical teachings in various stories that a caliph tells his six sons, who are kings themselves and seek worldly pleasures and power.
The first son is captivated by a virgin princess, and his father tells him the adventures of a beautiful and virtuous woman who attracts several men but miraculously survives their abuse and then forgives them. They acknowledge that carnal desire is necessary to propagate the race but also recognize that passionate love can lead to spiritual love, which can annihilate the soul in the beloved.
Other stories indicate the importance of respecting the lives of other creatures such as ants or dogs. One only thinks oneself better than a dog because of one's dog-like nature.
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Seamstress waits and sews to repair,
As the new rising will happen,
With righteous little earning
She still loves and lives happily
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The power of the world
always works in circles.
The sky is round,
and I have heard
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Devastation wrought
In agonizing ill
Of God's omnipotence
..Or..Satan's will
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The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,-
Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him who reigns?
Is not the Vision He, tho' He be not that which He seems?
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
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Educated heads
Sitting in parliament
Or heads wanting power
The power to serve
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Now Chil the Kite brings home the night
That Mang the Bat sets free--
The herds are shut in byre and hut,
For loosed till dawn are we.
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Love is a LANGUAGE, where mere WORDS have no part.
It is an ENERGY, FLOWING, from HEART, to HEART.
It is a FEELING within us, with a STRENGTH all it's OWN.
When we try to EXPRESS love, it takes FORM as a POEM.
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. A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain,
Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light
Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height:
Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain
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What gives it power makes it change its mind
At each extreme, and lean its rising rain
Down low, first one and then the other way;
In which exchange humility and pride
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I always remember your beautiful flowers
And the beautiful kimono you wore
When you sat on the couch
With that tigerish crouch
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Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name;
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth, in Heaven the same;
Give us this day our daily bread, and may our debts to heaven--
As we our earthly debts forgive--by Thee be all forgiven;
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Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep,
Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze
That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees.
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Stock piling of weapons has triggered Arms race!
Arms race is going on since the end of World War II.
In the Cold war period it went on between USA & USSR;
Now the game of balance of power goes between nations!
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The grapes are ready
The wheat stands ripe
Rear end is coming
May be here tonight
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This salt-stain spot
marks the place where men
lay down their heads,
back to the bench,
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There is nothing, I hold, in the way of work
That a human being may not achieve
If he does not falter, or shrink, or shirk,
And more than all, if he will believe.
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A boy's mind works differently
And a girl's mind also works differently
The boys mostly love to play and fight
The girls follow beauty tips and know what is wrong and right
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If I could take the world
into my world;
If I could be God-like
what would I do
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I am a soul I am conscious power,
At each time I can reach top tower.
I know I am sent by God to bloom,
I am light ray I can break the gloom.
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A drop or a splinter
A speck or a grain
A ray or a beam
Are but little
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'I am making this statement as an act of wilful defiance of military authority, because I believe the war is being
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The sun is shining gray upon this hour.
The widening sky has drained the poem's power.
My tears are glued like fireflies to the pane.
I count the tiny glitters of mood rain.
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Fed on power lust
Bloody squabble of kingly egos
Nobody wins this game.
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The air was alpine fresh and the lake surface glistening
Bird song trilled for those who were listening
What a great afternoon, thought Glenn feeling chipper
A perfect moment to start up his new whipper snipper
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Who is it lacks the knowledge? Who are the curs that dare
To whine and sneer that they do not fear the whelps in the Lion's lair?
But we of the North will answer, while life in the North remains,
Let the curs beware lest the whelps they dare are the Riders of the Plains;
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We will build a tower
With unbridled spring-water attitudes
Flowing with fires of charity
For all the suffering multitudes
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Fighting wars just like before
Hate to think how many more
Hour by hour, dying for power
Digging graves and laying flowers
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Every so often he vows to start a better life.
But when night comes with her own counsels,
with her compromises, and with her promises;
but when night comes with her own power
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My friend, I met you on an iron gray day.
Winter like smoke blew our landscape away.
Quick as a yellow finch, time seemed to be
Too fragile for its own capacity.
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On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
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The power of the mind is limitless
We have to harness
What is within to attain greatness
We shall not be mere clappers
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The power scythe roared and quivered;
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For every tear you cry,
I cry a hundred thousand more,

I'll give you ten roses,
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They've got a libdo and a desire
That can't be controled
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The wind gives power
To the calm and sleeping giant
Sea is awaken
Unleashing its great fury
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Forget not the day of the Sabbath,
Its mention is like a pleasant offering.
During it the dove found resting place,
And there the weary may relax.
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THE BRAVE old land of deed and song,
Of gentle hearts and spirits strong,
Of queenly maids and heroes grand,
Of equal laws,—our Fatherland!
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By the power of prayer we can hear the inaudible
By the power of prayer we can see the invisible
By the power of prayer we can touch the intangible
By the power of prayer we can move the unmovable
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Too heedless friend, why thus augment the flame
That glows resistless in my beating breast?
Why with thy praises grace his fatal name,
Who robs thy Emma's hapless heart of rest?
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A power comes
Soul flies,
Body mixes
With dusts,
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Unyielding in the pride of his defiance,
Afloat with none to serve or to command,
Lord of himself at last, and all by Science,
He seeks the Vanished Land.
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Strong as death, and cruel as the grave,
Clothed with cloud and tempest's blackening breath,
Known of death's dread self, whom none outbrave,
Strong as death,
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I asked Allah for strenght, that I might achieve I was so week, that i might learn humbly to obey.. I asked for health, that I might I might do better things...
I asked for riches, that I might be happy I was given poverty, that I might be wise... I ask for power, that I might have the praise of men
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need me Allah..
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life I was given life, that I might enjoy all things..
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Serene in his unconquerable might
Endued[,] the Almighty King, his steadfast throne
Encompassed unapproachably with power
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GOD created 1000 emotions,
I feel each of them every day,
GOD hid them inside me,
And I show each of them every day.
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O thou immortal deity
Whose throne is in the depth of human thought,
I do adjure thy power and thee
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OH ye kindly nymphs, who dwell 'mongst the rocks and the thickets,
Grant unto each whatsoe'er he may in silence desire!
Comfort impart to the mourner, and give to the doubter instruction,
And let the lover rejoice, finding the bliss that he craves.
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Seek the joy
in the words
we use.
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Wind directs the sea
To pound, roar, swirl, smash and surge
Great power unleashed.
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My mother is power, my mother is power,
Far above the sky so far ever I see tower.

My mother is light, my mother is light,
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