African Beauty Poems | Examples
These African Beauty poems are examples of Beauty poems about African. These are the best examples of Beauty African poems written by international poets.
Her countenance,
Is like a poem, or a Pinot:
This form brings a bouquet,
Dressed with notes –
Her beauty is like the strength of Samson:
Uplifted,
This fox has a fiery torch –
Blond blue eyed or black with brown
Ebony shoes matching ballroom gown
A delicious laugh and vexing green frown
Uniquely pretty from a small teal town
Tender hearted not a nicer soul around
Yellow star shines like her so profound
Grandmother was a beauty in her way
Dark brown skin like a Hershey bar
Salt n pepper black hair wisped by wind
As she snaps green peas in a bowl
The sunflowers she planted so romantic
Casting seeds like red roses in the breeze
Feeding the birds in belly and our eyes
Like bowling balls knocking down such sights
Her bare feet ashy knock knees calloused
From praying the most selfless prayers
She dips snuff and spits in an old Pepsi can
Unashamed of her poverty and southern accent
Bright star like eyes that twinkle
And lovely long onyx hair of clouds
A sky of black skin with wisdom wrinkles
A proud walk like a sea breeze that shouts
Who are you black beauty of this earth
How majestic is your mahogany mood
They envy your style you know your worth
Your smile white and wild cure’s the blues
You birth generations of people so strong
Defying the odds and blessed still by God
The way you speak inspires silver song
Hidden away in a purple poetic heart
To know you is to love you and remember
Touch so soft unconditional love so tender
Lovely, happy hair,
Rowed, and growing in beauty;
God’s sweet locks I bear:-
Hued as is the night,
Moonlight beauty reflecting
Ebony delight:-
Locks admired so much,
Gardened rowed short or shouldered,
Just got to be touched.
God makes no mistakes;
Creating natured beauty,
Whatever hue takes:-
Mirror check and see,
The blooming beauty of thee,
And gracefully be:-
Look at me, I am the same as them.
Eyes like his, eyes like hers, knowing all they see.
Nose wide, skilled, same as his nose, same as her nose.
Ear perfect, hearing all which were taught, from his mouth, from her mouth.
A sharp tongue given to me from her mother, her mother and her mother...
Knowing what was said at birth, listening from the womb.
Look at my hands, same as his hands and her hands.
Same, as they touch the earth from which we come.
Mighty hands, connected to strong shoulders.
Run like the wind, knowing that it will lead you.
Jaded roads, knowing at each turn you were there.
I am significant, same as him, same as her.
BLACK BEAUTIES
beauty is of god,
thus is the night and my blackness;
his and nature's gems:-
The beauty of this African woman, is depicted by a wave of light.
It enables her voice to resonate louder as the harmony and texture unite.
Beauty is linked to moral awareness there is no beauty for beauty's sake.
Creative expressionism is popular with an emphasis on luminosity to opaque.
Complexity of composition, clarity of form and detail, subject's self composure.
Balance, symmetry, smooth finish textures, both visual and physical exposure
Aiming for compositions that focus the eye and keep the viewers' attention
Most masterful light refractions, and lack of various colors require a mention.
Cameroon, oh Cameroon,
Land of beauty and grace.
Your splendor I embrace.
Your people, proud and strong,
With hearts that beat as one.
Their voices rise in song,
Beneath the African blue skies.
Cameroon, land of the rising sun,
Where the savannah meets the sea.
A place of beauty, where life begun,
And the people are proud and free.
From the cities to the plains,
Your beauty knows no bounds.
Your pure healing lagoons astounds,
And your wildlife abounds.
The elephants roam free,
The lions roar with pride.
The gorillas in the trees,
A sight you can't hide.
Cameroon, oh Cameroon,
Your majesty is clear.
A land of wonder and beauty,
A place we hold dear.
My heart is in my eyes
When I look at you
Those the almond shapes of you eyes, view
Your small head those African braids
The sometime styled bum a top your head
-loving friend as royalty the queenship of your name
Your tenderness your baritone voice
You captured me as a host
Upon refrain, I shall delay I'm ashamed
To share the shade I've find the light
Everything's right, and then you so be witness
My love I'm sure, yet so pure
I love you for my Father is this wrong or is it right
For me to continue in charade day and night
2/12/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Black Gold
Man, you have searched,
seeking your reward,
but passed it.
Man, you are tempted
by images of a new life.
Man, what you passed
you will not find in silver.
Dig, a little deeper.
Look, a little further.
I, woman, black gold.
A flowing stream had inevitably given way.
To gently rest and recover in quiet splay.
Of the nectar stream of her fantastic brain.
Neural links coagulated on stale sustain.
Savor pulled loaves over a roaring fire.
Her leading center was a charcoal wire.
Thoughts went up in flames on the grate.
Darkened in a frigid kettle of fear innate.
Prudently, all that remained was her gold jewelry.
A contracted charm has been reduced to currency.
Expectation on a high wire; garrotte and tightrope.
The act of tearing her scrawny startup to rope.
In a frantic endeavor to cut off the unique string.
She felt frustrated over the bug that ensnaring.
Her lock of hair
so debonair
silky and shiny
curly vividly robust cotton's touch
It's curl flaming red
moisturizer condition sun
bright and fun
Kinky enough but just enough fluff
Curly wooly robust cotton's touch
This is her beautiful, beautiful
HAIR
5/4/21
WRITTEN WORDS BY JAMES EDWARD LEE SR © 2021
Color the days color them bright
Color the stage that we play life
Color them vivid as starry night sky
Color them brown, red, green eyes
Stop for a moment in the blue breeze
Each sip of it component to guide peace
For every flower you would pick me
You find the power to tower your dreams
Color your smile sunny and wide
Finger painted funny, lips teal in time
Lost in passion of red heart
Hips cover bench at Park Road Park
We sit we stand we walk we run
We bike we hike we bathe in sun
Colorful pen writes save the page
Reverie of our weeks written down safe
Windy words flow spill over so free
Like sand sucking toes at Myrtle Beach
Cool wet weeds after a rain
Ferment memories like champagne.