Africa Poems | Examples of Africa Poetry

Red eyes might grow... What pure mind don't show. White eyes might cook, What dirty mind can't hook. Clean hands could build of fold... What plan A can barely withhold, Filthy hands might weigh of cheers, What plan B does rarely adheres. Crazy heart might run bloody metre... While calm vein don't shy as repeater. Lovely heart could walk lonely garden, While lousy vein can't...

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Looking through my window Children playing around with slops Dogs cats cows... singing in their own right Trees mingling with the wind songs of praise Some off to the bush for food, Who the LION is none of their business Africa Seems free. On the streets shouting carrying screaming Jesus Muhammad... Working for heaven eden Back home they cant spare a bean for their Neighbor! but...

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They sat holding bottles In their hands And armpits Pouring mouthful Of liquor to fill Their hollow stomachs. They gazed at each other As cat and mouse And spoke a lot of Inglish with slain syntax To devirginate Their motherland. The two drunkards! Spoke of a nation's illusions And the wilted state of A nation's elites Raping the cultural norm Who raped the temple? They said something About...

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Cyril Ramaphosa his voice box sometimes goes hoars-a swallowed a Cheshire Cat, great white smile running miles keeping da Amerikanos on the dial ...

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They can be so much more if only you let them in if you show them a world beyond screens and borrowed dreams. They are not yahoo boys. They are survivors of a broken system running from the weight of waiting where opportunity hides behind closed doors. Imagine who they could become if the field was level if rules were sacred and hope wasn’t taxed by...

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Presence of you ignites my heart with joy, If you go out of sight it makes me sad. This bond between us always brings me joy, The world will try to break our steadfast bond By phone we share some talks of daily life, And they do keep a watch on all our deeds, To save...

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I speak—not from a podium or palace, But from the soil, soaked in blood and silence. From beneath the green womb of the Congo, Where my bones lie broken—but not my spirit. You—who call yourselves the civilised, The democratic, the free— What freedom do you preach While your machines chew through the bones of my children? I see your flags in the forests...

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Education isn’t just a classroom it’s the spine of a life with meaning the map that leads us from survival to purpose. Like melody in music where notes alone can’t carry the song education adds rhythm to the mind so knowledge doesn’t just exist, it dances. Imagine a world where no one reads or writes where thoughts are trapped inside and voices barely rise above a...

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With smiles they waved goodbye barefoot on the soil that raised them carrying nothing but names and the weight of dreams too heavy for home. They spoke of Europe like it was morning on the other side of night and more prayers than food. Is this hope? To trade the peace of home for a foreign land? Or is it loss leaving love behind for...

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In Gboko, where the dust motes dance and play, A town, a city, a people, some would say. What defines its spirit, a riddle, a quest, With a gait too familiar, putting all to the test. "Gboko!" he calls, by name, with a grin, "Seems we're acquainted, where have you been?" For here, familiar strangers, a curious clan, Know each other better...

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Human being calls himself wisest man upon earth, But for solving his problem sits on uranium hearth. Human being calls himself faithful man upon earth, But dodges all natural friends to enjoy selfish mirth. Human being calls himself benevolent upon earth, Declares To fulfill his greed whole universe his wealth. Human being calls himself noble man...

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God all the way I can’t explain how I survive I can’t be so sure When words describes how it happen Cos all i do is who i am Am not the best or the greatest But am living my life The rest is up to God It been a journey worth it The ups...

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l came from a desert you've never heard of l am the source of the potters clay in the storm of the desert l wander in a desert that has no home then l rest upon the surface of the water and the sounds that leaks through your windows l can deflect back into space and then she calls your name across...

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Thou anointed, modest love, Bears in it honesty of a hornet’s sting, Wherein cherubs startle in awe and sing - Wherein tender love does spring: Be unto thee. Whose summer’s casted gaze is naught for mere splendor, In thy abundant spring, Let no gaze of delight cease. And thy heart burned incense, Where gifts of mercy came known, A sacred flame, For love alone. And in thy...

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Silent generation stay stoic, speechless, pout, watching time run out Boomers shout while Gen X'ers rant Millenials meanwhile, run fast, breathless, noisily pant Gen Zs the end now, run can't ...

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