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Elves have this superhuman strength, yet they're so graceful. Tolkien created them to be angelic spirits, but I also saw Legolas as something out of the Seven Samurai.

quote by Orlando Bloom
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The idea of eternity lives in all of us. We thirst to live in a belief which raises our small personality to a higher coherence - a coherence which is human and yet superhuman, absolute and yet steadily growing and developing, ideal and yet real.

quote by Christian Lous Lange
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I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have known from my infancy - their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with a superhuman fancy - It is because they are connected with the most thoughtless and happiest moments of our lives.

John Keats in Letter to James Rice (February 1820)
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Supremeness

Do not like me as a fine man,
Just wake me up, find my logic.
The sunlight beams on my head
In the day and in the night from lamps.
My flight is of circling and plunging
And my walking skills are numerous.
I am a superhuman of logical thinking,
The supreme philosopher so great.
Let me wake up in the morning
With the use of these thoughts to stay awake.

poem by Naveed Akram
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To be Hero

A hero is some one looked upto
Who others may love to be
A hero never loss hope
To be hero means to be courageous
And willing to put their life aside for another person
A hero is anybody or somebody that was loved
To be hero, must be successful
To be hero, may not be superhuman but must saved
If they say i'm to be hero
Hero must lead by sample because everyman is hero
Every hero is man

poem by Olaniyan Kehinde Hero Hko
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Successful Mind

You dress the mind with success,
It labours night and day, opening.
We close it due to some sort of activity,
Offering a bright future so wild.

The dress of the body is beautiful,
Inside we house our learned manner.
It is a mansion of repute, of utter pleasure,
For the people around us will their way.

The mind houses superhuman traits,
Which we use as much as we can.
The mind and body arouse a point,
That point is our home, the one mansion.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Power Of The Creator

Can’t even come close…., compare Him to none….,

He is the master…., primo, number one….,

The best is alright…., but He’s far greater….,

It’s impossible to match the Power Of The Creator….! ! !

He’s built the universe…., and is life’s stimulator….,

Superhuman in strength…, with no imitator…..,

No one can exceed the Power Of The Creator…,

The awesome…., incomparable…, unbelievable….,

Power Of The Creator…! ! !

poem by Trade Martin
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Like A Hawk

Everywhere one goes
Eyes are drilling you like a hawk,
Looking for assymetry,
Disfigurements, enlargements,
Entanglements, perfection.

Every one looks
Eyes turn to you, or away.
Neither for a millisecond do they stay.
But the effects are engorging,
Annoying, exciting or displacing.

I once gazed at the corpse of my mother,
Who, peering it seemed high into the steeple,
Saw nothing except hazel.
But then I noticed something about her
I had never seen before:
Painless peace and superhuman
Repose.

poem by Stan Petrovich
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Godlike

I am very sorry I made mistake
It won't happen again.
You stated king Juan Carlos of spain.

Great really you are great to realised
Your mistake and said these above.

People are really more important.
Save people from severe economic crisis
And do good to people that is permanent.

Doing work for people's welfare are really holy
Than elephant-hunting and making merry.

You King Juan Carlos of spain
Knowledge regain and having human
You are superhuman
You are really Godlike
And favourite to man.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The White House

Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
But I possess the courage and the grace
To bear my anger proudly and unbent.
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,
A chafing savage, down the decent street;
And passion rends my vitals as I pass,
Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass.
Oh, I must search for wisdom every hour,
Deep in my wrathful bosom sore and raw,
And find in it the superhuman power
To hold me to the letter of your law!
Oh, I must keep my heart inviolate
Against the potent poison of your hate.

poem by Claude McKay
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