"ablity" poems - Hello Poetry

"To the victor goes the spoils" This everyone knows. However, not all spoils are created equally. Wealth--especially material--is wondrous. Territory--especially far-off-- is tempting. Power--especially political--is promising. Influence--especially cultural--is intoxicating. Not one, however, can compare To the greatest spoil of all. The greatest spoil of all Is neither tangible nor immediate. The greatest spoil of all Is the ablity to control history. The ability to control history Is not to be scoffed. It is but the victor's voice we hear As accepted history. The loser's voice is silenced, Heard at most as a murmur. The victor's voice is a trumpet, Sounding loud and clear. The loser's voice is a wooden flute, Unheard except by its fellows. The victor's song is one of rejoicing Echoing in the cathedrals and palace-halls. The loser's song is one of mourning Heard in the taverns and shanty-towns. We hear what the victor Sees fit that we hear. His crimes never see the light of day, While the sins of the loser are displayed at e'ery chance. Think for a moment, The next time you hear a victor's speech. And remember that he is in control Of the greatest spoil of all.

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Nov 4, 2013

Nov 4, 2013 at 6:55 PM UTC

hannah-mcmullan

The Greatest Spoil of All

"To the victor goes the spoils" This everyone knows. However, not all spoils are created equally. Wealth--especially material--is wondrous. Territory--especially far-off-- is tempting. Power--especially political--is promising. Influence--especially cultural--is intoxicating. Not one, however, can compare To the greatest spoil of all. The greatest spoil of all Is neither tangible nor immediate. The greatest spoil of all Is the ablity to control history. The ability to control history Is not to be scoffed. It is but the victor's voice we hear As accepted history. The loser's voice is silenced, Heard at most as a murmur. The victor's voice is a trumpet, Sounding loud and clear. The loser's voice is a wooden flute, Unheard except by its fellows. The victor's song is one of rejoicing Echoing in the cathedrals and palace-halls. The loser's song is one of mourning Heard in the taverns and shanty-towns. We hear what the victor Sees fit that we hear. His crimes never see the light of day, While the sins of the loser are displayed at e'ery chance. Think for a moment, The next time you hear a victor's speech. And remember that he is in control Of the greatest spoil of all.

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Looking down at the ground, where see all the leave. deep in thought, wondering why life isn't great as I imagined to be. Sixteen trying to convince myself to believe that I'm ok, that my life is the same as the little girl that laughed everyday, no worry no care wondering how everything changed, attempting to grab a branch and gasp for air, like a tree that's full of leafs though one falls no one cares. Not wanting to show I'm changing like a leaf in the fall, wanting to be a positive role model people look up to but here I am on the ground, looking up for a hand while people look down. Like a leaf falls from a tree, losing it's ablity to produce the air we need. I'm falling and forgetting how to breath, covered by snow, buried in hate, but I shouldn't lose hope because ever year the snow melts away, decomposing the leaf to feed the tree, helping it grow and regaining its green leaf.

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Oct 24, 2018

Oct 24, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC

Maiamoore0_0

Feeling The Fall

Looking down at the ground, where see all the leave. deep in thought, wondering why life isn't great as I imagined to be. Sixteen trying to convince myself to believe that I'm ok, that my life is the same as the little girl that laughed everyday, no worry no care wondering how everything changed, attempting to grab a branch and gasp for air, like a tree that's full of leafs though one falls no one cares. Not wanting to show I'm changing like a leaf in the fall, wanting to be a positive role model people look up to but here I am on the ground, looking up for a hand while people look down. Like a leaf falls from a tree, losing it's ablity to produce the air we need. I'm falling and forgetting how to breath, covered by snow, buried in hate, but I shouldn't lose hope because ever year the snow melts away, decomposing the leaf to feed the tree, helping it grow and regaining its green leaf.

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Irrational fear builds up inside of me I start to mentally scream As I begin to take shallow breaths Panic stricken I fall to the ground Letting the coolness of the tile calm me I let out a shaking sob Laying there I start to pray Pray for the power to get through The ablity to let go To give him all my power I sit up and take a deep breathe Meditating until I'm able to continue on for the day. Thankful I have a way to curb the mental breaks Glad to have such a connection again

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Apr 23, 2015

Apr 23, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC

beth-decisions

Curbing the Mental Breaks

Irrational fear builds up inside of me I start to mentally scream As I begin to take shallow breaths Panic stricken I fall to the ground Letting the coolness of the tile calm me I let out a shaking sob Laying there I start to pray Pray for the power to get through The ablity to let go To give him all my power I sit up and take a deep breathe Meditating until I'm able to continue on for the day. Thankful I have a way to curb the mental breaks Glad to have such a connection again

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What is freedom? The feeling of being free From the fear? What is freedom? The ablity to reach out And someone reaches in return? What is freedom? The thirst for the sky? And it dosent come From sucide?

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Feb 20, 2018

Feb 20, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC

Jheria-Westara

What is freedom?

What is freedom? The feeling of being free From the fear? What is freedom? The ablity to reach out And someone reaches in return? What is freedom? The thirst for the sky? And it dosent come From sucide?

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