Best Blacker Poems

THE BLACKER THE BERRY..

Misconception dims the path that leads her brown Clay
To shallow waters where she can never float like a butterfly but always stings...

Read more of this work...

I replay the cold goodbye in my mind
spoken in harsh tones
from the same lips that once said
   "I love you"
over and over in...

Read more of this work...

I fall down
deeper and deeper
into oblivion
nothing
only darkness.
the sounds of evil
dripping into my ears
slithering farther
and sliding down into me
filling me with echoes.
terror courses through
my veins
into each...

Read more of this work...

A storm is brewing, strong and proud,
     a dense and heavy somber view,
like smoke-filled billows that enshroud
    ...

Read more of this work...

Black hands and blacker hearts,
Isn't that always how the trouble starts,
When the few above,
Govern the many below,
And olive branch toting doves,
Flee in droves,
Silence the mind,
The...

Read more of this work...

Black as the night

I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs....

Read more of this work...

(oh, mercy ... )

amazing eye whites,
perfect and pure as glacial ice -
they draw me in,
like diving into a clear Caribbean lagoon,
fluid and cool ...
brown iris...

Read more of this work...

Your mama said my mama
was blacker than burnt white toast
My daddy said your daddy
was a vanilla, rice cake loving Oriole
Your brother said my brother
was a...

Read more of this work...

One-liner 
of doom...

"I'm leaving you"

Mercy! 

The poor fellow 
must've died 
a thousand deaths
right then...
 
"Whack! Whack! Whack!" 
goes an ax
straight through 
his confused heart. 
Ouch!
...

Read more of this work...

Thump-thump of stiffening fish contorting
   In the bilge beneath the gunwale; 
 Lidless, bulging, reddened eyes, swivelling upwards, 
Protruding horribly from the straining...

Read more of this work...

* for maximum effect cue audio at stanza break

"For as they were in those days before the flood... so the presence of the Son of...

Read more of this work...

“Some of us are like ink and some like paper. And if it were not for the blackness of some of us, some of us...

Read more of this work...

She Such A Ravishing Sweet Georgia Peach

I at naked horror of truth laid bare
loved her, beauty with long raven hair,
that magnificent grace of her sweet...

Read more of this work...

Only little black girl at  school and her white friends admired her ‘tan’ 
–“I'm brown all over” she told them, proudly motioning to all...

Read more of this work...

It was dark, dark, so very dark
blacker than the blackest black
no full, half, quarter or sliver
as if the moon had fled in terror
as if it...

Read more of this work...