Empowerment Poems

Empowerment poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of empowerment poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on empowerment are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Woman Dexterity

Woman Dexterity short poem

She was a child in her mother’s womb, Who was born in the deadly night of new moon. People tried to poison her, Because she was a girl- But the real power of women dexterity saved her. When she grew

The Other Side

The Other Side prose poem

Your words have become harsher these days Unrealistic, cruel and unnatural Still I’m surprised at their inability to shock me Or to affect me any further Not that I have become immune to it But, I think, rationalism is the

Birth

Birth long poem

Nobody likes me, everybody does too I’m not divine, neither are you. Why do you hate to hear about a daughter? And cannot make your brain broader! You have used me as a tool; Never allowed me to attend school.

I, A Girl

I, A Girl long poem

I, girl am expected to carry this world. And, also I, a girl am advised to stay away from this world. These stubborn men never respect me, yet, they are the one who need me. I, a girl am the

Brightest Of The Sun

Brightest Of The Sun short poem

let it be yourself, the brightest of the sunshine that will become, survive, fair to friends and foes, the one and all,sharing the same world. in time of the disaster, the mind for good and the assistance, the nobility of

She

She short poem

She was killed even before she was born, She was raped and they said her clothes aren’t so long, She ached for months as long as nine, There’s a scar on her face but she says it’s all fine, At

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A Female’s Agony

A Females Agony short poem

When she entered the temple of a man, She was seduced by his dark heart.. Well, only thing she could do is stand, And see her feelings fall apart. She is the pride of our homes, But her femininity was

Breaking Wall

Breaking Wall short poem

There is a gentleness in the morning sky. you open the door, smile back at the sparse clouds it’s now much easier to forget the dark dreams. time to get to know one another over a cup of tea, a

The Girl I Need

The Girl I Need long poem

A girl, I need, not as a boy, as I know what a boy behaves like; not as a mother, to chase me with a cane in her hands, to repeat the dos and don’ts; not as a wife, claiming

Child Marriage: Plights Before Me

Child Marriage: Plights Before Me short poem

Child Marriage: Plights Before Me. Innocence in me, society betrayed, joy in me- society destroyed, wonderful future ahead of me society truncated. Child Marriage: Plights Before Me. Innocence in me, society betrayed, joy in me- society destroyed, wonderful future ahead

India Of My Dream

India Of My Dream short poem

Known by tiranga, is our developing nation, Dreams come true, people play their part with passion ; Civilised,cultured lilliputs with big hearts, All together, love together is the dream for my nation…! Salute to the soldiers, their attributes and sacrifices,

The Girl Ineed

A girl I need, just for a girl, not as a boy, As I know what a boy behaves like; Not as a mother to chase me With a cane in her hands, To repeat the dos and don’ts; Not

I Need My Identity

I Need My Identity short poem

I always wonder if the world we live in, would ever get right, the meaning of identity, For, it believes each of us is a race horse, trained just the way it wills us to be – “Girls your age,

To A Safe World!

To A Safe World! short poem

Be it at 9 in the night or 6 in the morning, she is required to quicken her pace, She lives with worry lines that crease her forehead, with fear that clouts her face, She isn’t allowed night outs, parties

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This Day

This Day short poem

It was inheritance of pain. I should have known. Incontinent, she was scared to hug me: the child, after the rape. Shepherding the lacerations: petrified, a body of lad floating in a sewage tank; a short circuit in an incubator,

My Precious Clan

My Precious Clan sonnet poems

Your family are people, you can depend, If you get in grief, they shall defend, They are the ones, that understand, Always keen to give you a hand. The clan, you shall always cherish, Without them, you would probably perish,

Forever And A Day

Forever And A Day long poem

Well and there is a lover’s moon up in a starry sky tonight and my love for you is something I cannot hide so I turn to you and kiss you tenderly on your soft lips up on the banks

Poetry And Poet

Poetry And Poet prose poem

Poetry is not an intelligent Arrangement of words or rhymes But an articulation of heart An articulation of emotion An articulation of the subtle feelings That can never be expressed by a prose Poetry is associated with more heart Than

November nights

November nights short poem

When the night train leaves the terminal, It’s body cold as a corpse, It’s lights alive as chickens in The butcher’s cage, I sit bunched up in my Flea market shawl beside the closed windows. I play that game of

Little Flicker

Little Flicker sonnet poems

Once done, my words in your mind will bury. Where my eyes were once of warm flames dancing Your paradigms replaced them with fury Lest it stops, my heart persists on beating Little I have left for spark’s ignition But

Homecoming

Homecoming short poem

The yellow beaked vultures were waiting. A cloth bag contains the bleached remains; his father. Impeccable gift unmasked. After the inferno, hydrants went dry. The guilt survives the dispossession, pondering over the black dew now covering the pink roses. The

Love Sonnet 131

Love Sonnet 131 sonnet poems

Sadness……recall of lost love often brings, With bridge to Heaven shattered down and gone, When healing wounds open to added stings, Or subjected to some, if once there’s none; An hermitage is sprung by heart distraught, Free from intrusions of

Cold Clap In The Dark

Cold Clap In The Dark long poem

skeletal bones in the hidden residue to escape with its fashionable decorum hidden inside there is a map a scroll to tell us where is the buried treasure turn right on interpass twelve quick left passed the brook under an

The Fault

The Fault short poem

This poem is On the basis of the thought written by Shakespeare in Julius Caesar , ” the fault dear brutus is not in our stars but in ourselves ” They searched and searched Their entire life For a fault

Shed this Skin

Shed this Skin short poem

If only we were bones We wouldn’t throw so many stones Separated by this skin We seem to forget we’re all human Brother killing brother All for their flesh’s color Inequality uncontrolled Because of the lies we’ve all been told

Just Sayin

Just Sayin short poem

An individual can create a movement, so large and monumentous, it swallows deprivation whole. Fulfil missions from God, for family friends, and even foes. Angel of darkness, do not misinterpret though. Not crazy or lazy , step back and listen

The Presence

The Presence short poem

The hawk was landing. Squinting at the urgent need of slaughter and hope – among the frightened hunger of truth, of running feet in the tall grass. A world apart in seeking the reality of dying for earthly love. I

You are earth

You are earth long poem

With no mother to groom you, you grew as a wild child. with no gardener to prune you, you grew as a wild shrub. as a stone, you rolled on riverbeds, rolled down mountains, rolled in the hands of strangers,

Tongue

Tongue short poem

Beautiful face emits radiance one just love to look beautiful External beauty attracts one cant see blemish in it Tongue is the one which is hidden Tongue can enhance the external beauty Tongue can also act as spoil sport Tongue

Hue Knew

Hue Knew short poem

I see the colours, say it’s time to play so bright I sit for hours, maybe a day just to watch them change their display On a summers morning things began to say you can catch the yellow and purple

Painting By My Words

Painting By My Words short poem

I have a few words to soothe you, I have them ONLY for YOU, Presenting them to you, To flatter you, to make you feel blessed! I have a few words, to curl on your face, I have them ONLY

Rifts In The Sky

Rifts In The Sky short poem

And so the clouds diverge, And so the gashes form, And so unleashed is the fury. Mother Nature shows her might. Mother Nature shows her power. The sky rips open, The sky releases the torrents, The sky hails upon all,

The Interview

The Interview prose poem

His fingers were frenetically tapping, as if passionately rehearsing the recapitulation of Schubert’s rich, nuanced B Flat Major Sonata. Eyes darting back and forth in the waiting room, accompanying the clamor of paper rustling and sonorous rhythmic accented breathing. *click*

Naked Expressions

Naked Expressions short poem

The worn out longing rests in me Blooming a thought sluggishly Of times when you unwrapped within Your touch melting my transparent skin A heavy block of pain in throat Zillion words thought and wrote Your being was my poem

Ghost Town

Ghost Town long poem

Standing among the ruins of what Used to be a thriving little gold fever town I swore I heard music and laughter coming From the half-moon saloon, I walked around But nobody could be found still I could of Sworn

Home

Home prose poem

I walk through the main door, heaving my gaze on every little thing I could see, Daggering signs of unkempt mess, spread all over the floor, Fringing little pieces with signs of dust obscured upon, Every little memory I could

Fluting

Fluting short poem

Time unleashed from ferrum becomes pain like a palm moon. A tableau vivant was gliding on the road. It was a night of rage. A frozen scene undulates the history of fire in the eyes of a flute. Who was

Strutting Offbeat

Strutting Offbeat prose poem

It was just a passover which held it for long where evil enforce their rules. The peace was been dragged from their life , all what is getting displayed is those deepest remorseful cries. He started walking with his mellow

An angel whispers

An angel whispers short poem

An angel whispers to you while you sleep; they say you’re ready to see God and he wants to see you. An angel whispers to you while you sleep; they say the moon is a daysleeper as in night it

What Is Yet To Come?

What Is Yet To Come? ode

What is yet to come ? I only think about what is yet to come Yes I’ve created a platform but will I reach my aim I shall strive until I know that within me lives a dignified form I