Black Beauty Poems

“Wake to the chirping of birds, get elated by their songs, allow the music to settle in your heart and dismiss all defeatist thoughts. Instead...

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"Paint with paint or paint with words." By Poet

As a small child I loved to paint,
finger paints brought my plain paper to life.
As a teen...

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Sitting in it.
The evening sunlight stretched across my lap
like a thin blanket just meant to keep my legs warm.
Birds chirp as they nestle in the...

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I never learned to look at shop windows
without searching for the walking shape of your footsteps.
The umbrella abandoned beside a rusted bicycle
resembles you more than...

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You’re the kind of beautiful that feels like it belongs in a poem — soft, powerful, unforgettable. You’re the kind of person that makes others...

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called Black Betty
she’s graceful
a rare beauty
still, quite a handful
she’s had her share
of adventure
and misadventure


AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Posted on April 13, 2025...

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Ah! shipmate obsession with blonde pleasures
but treachery’s buried in treasures feminine gold
a flute  a lyre  voices honey dipped in danger
temptation burns Hades flames...

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The nights were short,
A clear summer, long and hot,
A chickadee visited every dawn,
And caught a stunning view by the pane.

Maybe my nest’s walls knew,
A fluffy...

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You got me to a bower of mulberry blue,
And made me stick to it like with a glue,
You gave me the joy of expressing the...

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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...

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Cooper was a large and curious tiger, the bright star of a motley circus,
Always out of step with others; like erring moon, of dawn skies,...

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Each Star Has a Pattern of its Own

Each star is a jewel set in its place
by the Creator of the universe.
His hand carefully cut each...

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Black and grey—
half-dead, half-forgotten,
etched in silence, waiting.

Thou to draw, thou to withdraw,
tracing echoes, tracing the traces,
cursed yet, blessed.

Now, I sit, tracing
the scars of the ruby,
fingers...

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Shards of lambent moonlight drift across crumpled charcoal sky, 
gleaming snow clad laneways flaunt ancient ghostly footprint, 
dream world boisterous cabals lurk in blue ink...

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I said that i was in the heavenlies half pain half joy, God said yes this is all a healing transformation to set up the...

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