Best Blackness Poems

Like an interrupted dream
shadows of the one 
who inspired it
linger like morning dew.

No aroma and no taste,
yet I'm left breathless,
as thoughts reminisce.
I listen to this...

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If you could hear echoes from my heart now,               
Would you...

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“My tears are testimony of my devotion to Beloved;
and from those tears white lilies will grow that speak the truth.”
Rumi

I had heard the legend of...

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Oh beloved,
I'm like Rumi without Shams.
A shivering summer soul,
secretly stalked by wild white winter wolves.
A chiffon child chiselling chimerical calligraphy,
cursed with invisible ink, silent in...

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Walking upon silent parched paths,
under speechless scarlet skies.
Your name sits upon the tip of my tongue,
listening to the susurration of my heart.
Each vibration echoes tones...

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On cold evenings
Surrounded by friends
Warm and
Safe
I could stay up forever
Taking strength
From the blackness 
Talking
Dreaming
Feeling that I could float upward
And walk with the stars
On their lonely...

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I hate 
your brownness 
your whiteness, 
your blackness
your freeness
I don’t care about niceness
I’m more partial to meanness 
 
I’m all the things bad
ugly and cruel
my...

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Mirabelle orb ascends,
under clementine and pomegranate skies.

Absent,
in delight of daylight.
Eyes set adrift in dawning daydreams.

Calm heart is an oceanic concerto,
flowing along sapphire tones.
Deep breaths walk...

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Mind softened, 
watching fusions 
of saffron strips
merge with scarlet hues,
elegantly charming 
             ...

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Battling the instabilities of reality.
Behind daylight's closed doors.
Imaginary chains keep me captive.

White walls decorated with 
silhouettes of suppressed shadows -
disappear, upon the sight of twilight.

Alone,...

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Her brush strokes sorrow upon her canvas,
as oils drip with sadness. 
He captures images of silent spirits, 
drifting in blackness.

In her black and white world,...

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Yes, that is the role of the Teacher, as Shams was to
me – showing one ‘who they are’, so they can stop
bleating, crying at night,...

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Sacred Gratitude 
Rockin and Rollin inside my soul
Beckoning musical notes float within me
My heart surrenders and opens
Expanding

When the world outside dances in tension
Feeling bleak and...

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I sit alone on a dark, lonely night
As tranquil moments gently enfold me
Gazing at stars sprinkling the sky so bright
As my dreams float upwards and...

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The Story so far…
Makani (The Rising Wind), a beautiful extra-terrestrial researcher is sent to a remote island to observe earth. She finds Sam, a shipwrecked...

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