Best Ebony Poems
The setting Sun singes the edge of Earth:
dimming down any lingering light found.
And Sol's receding rays give shadows girth,
while ebony slowly engulfs the ground.
Twilight fades—and darkness begins to creep,
silently leashed to an ebon tether.
And from the undergrowth there's not a peep,
as Dusk stitches silhouettes together.
While the day shuts down, stars begin to show—
twinkling against a drab backdrop of black.
And tides in a cobalt sea, ebb and flow,
while Gaia welcomes a pitted moon back.
Awaiting Dawn's releasing rays of light—
shifting shadows are shackled to the night.
Lost amongst a trillion stars.
In lustrous shades of Ebony and Ivory.
We are like the moon craving for night fall,
so our twin embers can ignite dark skies.
Under the modesty of moonlight,
desire illuminates in our eyes.
We spark like supernovas in empyrean explosions,
waltzing around the planets in a cosmic ballet.
Penetrating pulses beat until glimpse of daylight,
as zealous sun ascends like bonfires in our hearts -
A celestial tapestry woven in timeless space.
A saffron sun sinks into
a sea of aquamarine.
And shifting shadows slip-slide
between frothy waves of white.
Night's dark, dusky fingers dip
into indigo waters.
And Sol paints shades of crimson
onto pale lavender clouds.
Tangerine moonbeams gather
like fairies in the darkness.
And silhouettes trap color,
storing each pigment in black.
A watermelon sunset
marks the start of Sol's descent.
And lilac-scented breezes
tickle the leaves till they laugh.
Like an ebony shadow,
darkness spreads over the land.
And Dusk unveils twinkling stars;
adding grandeur to the night.
Feeling smug about its certainty,
night anticipates the day's demise.
And as scattered clouds of grey gather;
blue finds sanctuary in your eyes.
As twilight colors a stained-glass sky,
a scarlet sun reluctantly sinks.
And dusk dilutes the essence of light,
scribbling silhouettes in blackened inks.
Vermilion tints the far horizon,
as flashing fireflies light up the night.
And nature inks magical moments;
choreographing their dance with light.
Darkness descends like a shroud of smoke,
snuffing out the last lingering light.
And in the fabric of time and space;
stars confetti an ebony night.
A golden moon shines down from above;
gilding ripples in a wishing well.
And silence mutes the beat of two hearts
held captive, in love's hypnotic spell.
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Softly caressing and kissing, her smooth chocolate thighs ~
As gazing up into her beautiful mesmerizing, black pearl eyes...
Her loving fingers gliding gently then gripping my, golden hair
Passions dominant lifting myself unto her luscious firm breast
Tasting these pleasures so endless within, their darkened cherries ~
Delightful rivers left moaning; such flowing; pulling me unto her lips
My neck now to bite; warm these streams...
Wet dripping lava as her nipples embrace mine; tingling sensations twined
In burning intensity her breath burying our flesh; such raptures design ~
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...“Ivory and Ebony” *
Swift nibbles, tentative licks
small diamonds of broken moonlight
on ebony waves
symphony playing with my toes
Silent yellow light
quick curious pouting lips
and bites, silvery little
fishes around my legs
A wish to push far into the black
seduction, to sleep there
evermore
To kiss a final poem, disintegrate
into filaments and atoms
join and surrender
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April 21, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
I felt the flow of Summer's balmy breeze
as it wafted in whispers like sweet melodies
We walked on golden sands at twilight,
holding hands as day drifted into dusk.
I was savoring memories of
cherished moments we share.
Tonight, resplendent roseate skies
fill my eyes with their color,
but a bit of melancholy crept in
and unconsciously my steps slowed.
He felt my hesitation and in concern,
he held me close in his arms and said,
"What is that makes you so sad?
I can see it in the mists of your eyes."
Tears flowed as I fought to explain
the pain I'd feel in my heart if we drifted apart.
I stammered the words but got them out,
"We fell in love and vowed it would be for life
but even mountains of stone can break.
How would I live with that heartache?"
He rested his chin on top of my head
and held me tighter to stop my trembling.
Then, he said the most beautiful sentiments
I'd ever heard...
"Whether in this life or another,
no matter the realm we might be,
I promise I will find you beyond the stars,
searching every corner of ebony skies.
On moonlight's path I would swiftly sail
beseeching her to guide my way to you.
You will never be beyond my reach,
for only your kisses sate my hunger...
and only your love quenches my thirst."
He turned me to face the fading sun
as it slowly sank into the skyline.
Pointed his finger in that direction
and whispered near my ear...
"Do you see far out on the horizon,
where the sky drifts into the sea?"
If ever we're torn apart, look for me there.
I'll be a ripple on the water
or a glimmer of stardust in the sky,
searching for you until we're together again.
Have no fear of love's lament, for
our love was meant to last forever."
The moon's reflection shimmered on the sea
as he brushed his lips across mine in a fashion
that made passion's heat rise in my heart.
Each beat crashing as a wave upon the shore...
Beneath flickering stars, we stood side by side
swaying with the ebb and flow of evening tide.
The sun slips over Earth's edge,
where the horizon bleeds red.
And as the darkness descends,
sullied shadows swiftly spread.
Sol creates a twilight zone,
whereas silence fuels a hush.
And slowly, everything slows—
there's no longer any rush.
Shadows merge with silhouettes,
as the last of daylight dies.
And a crescent moon rises,
while Dusk inks ebony skies.
Night unveils a twinkling light,
shining brightly from afar.
Like a diamond in the sky,
twinkle-twinkle, little star.
OF AN EBONY HUED MID-SUMMER NIGHT DREAM
(Apropos of We Kings, Queens, and The Fiery Furnace)
Indeed, this is a day the Lord has made:-
Considering last night’s revelation dreaming,
Waking up into this day the Lord has made,
I must enjoy and be glad for being still vertical.
Although “The Great Dream” may have been deferred,
Indeed, it has not been forgotten and deterred.
Oh, they may have murdered its dreamer, but
His and our liberation dream is immortal:-
Looking out over the horizon of our challenged life,
It is realized that we Exodus people have come a long way;
Survivors of the blood-stained shadows of horrific death:-
And we have come this far on the sojourn by faith.
Yes, we have come this far by an inherent faith—continuing
To maintain and sustain us in the present perils of our lives:-
And as African-Americans, surviving in this deemed “promise land”,
We’ve had and continue to have a special kind of relationship with God.
During our living experiences here during and after debilitating slavery,
We’ve seen, heard, felt, and responded to the Word of God in ways that
Are unique to us as an African people of God; for indeed, as chosen ones,
We’ve always been able to sing and praise God in truth and in holy spirits.
Reflecting on the truth of ourstory, it is realized that we are of a people
Whom many would have expected to have stopped singing and praying
A long time ago; yet, from generation to generation, we’ve just kept on
Singing and praising and trusting in the love of God and His redemption.
Indeed, sacred revelations continue to bring us from extermination
To exaltation, from degradation of dignity, from nobody to somebody;
With wide wondering eyes on the prize, we continue to sojourn onward
For our eyes have seen His glory as we have continued marching in His truth.
Indeed, we not only believe but know that in the savior’s favor
Life is and while our perils may endure here a little while longer,
We know that a liberating joyful stay here on earth is on the horizon
Promised by that very present help to those who live in good trouble;
Thus, let us not be exhausted nor deterred by the ghost tyranny
But with undying faith and spiritual strength, let us victoriously
Demonstrate that we are not of the children of Sisyphus’ fate;
But living reflections of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego:-
two feathers, each four inches long -
bought *for a song -
comprise a pair
of rings I wear
rings for my ears, not for my hands,
with silver strands
of beads entwine
my plumes divine!
the dark hue of the feathers goes
with many clothes
and flatters me
in ebony
* "for a song" is slang for "at a bargain price"t
Oh what a tangled web we weave,
ever haunting in devious wombs...
tattered voyagers embarking to the confine,
and by nightfall, swarthy leather pants
whip and crack like the white flag
blowing and tearing in a cold snap.
On ebony sails the ravens are perched,
pecking at threads that dangle
from dusky cloths which follow
a foreboding path among the charcoal seas,
with only a pale, crescent moon to light the way.
Heavy weighted winds we will travel;
with no need cast anchor to rest, for
even under the darkest of starless skies
we will navigate through any storm.
Whirlwinds of ships
encircle endlessly in a carousel of waves,
each riding their horses in a cynical unison,
Captain yell fire, seize fire, aim... and fire again.
On the ashen deck the posts are split,
the ocean floor reverberating while
fingers trace softly around her lips,
saturated in sweat and tears... hope, and fear.
In our time we've marked our authority,
through scorching suns and frigid blizzards...
on ebony sails we headway forever
to our home beyond the sea...
Ebony
As denied passion in memories stings
while yearnings churn up a still crazy heart,
Stains of hatred on purest mind it brings,
for life, subtle soul remains deeply scarred,
Vivid thoughts twinkle and then drift apart.
No stopping to tears that flow in despair,
Condemned be time, engulfing all the flair,
Trust and love obsessed into agony,
absolute darkness would defy the fair
unless unveil these clouds of ebony !
Written Sept 6th, 2016
For Dizain Poem- II contest
By Laura loo
Entered for "Contest 208 any form less than 16 lines" by Brian Strand
"To lay awake and watch the galaxy slowly move, memories stored unlocked, a touch of existence." Quote by poet
An endless ebony garden of stars,
Galaxy humming wonder earthly ours.
Ancient significant source of power,
A warm celestial kept in earthen jars.
To stand in gesture wavering flower.
Tall scattered shadowed trees gaze upon bliss.
A touch of autumn breeze, a breath, a kiss,
Untimely morning rendezvous like thieves.
A now sanctified world now quite submiss,
Transient nature sits under flirting leaves.
Within thy breast a promise earth strong might,
Quelled waft and sounds blow through the hours of night.
Reflective flow of spring beside banks end
Thrilling sublime sights and whispers descend.
Gentle ripples of clear water trace the banks
Where there are stones washed perfectly smooth
By the silent waves caressing their sleek veneer
And whispering echoes of tenderest serenity
Through the air that is so very fresh and clean
Bright, hot embers burn inside the circle
Where coals have turned the wood to heat
Warming the chilliness with breaths of hope
Brought on by the knowledge that everyone
Who visits this place will feel the grace here
Smoke drifts up toward a dark, evening sky
Stars surfacing in the distance, twinkling, dancing
Laughing at the moon who is lighting the night
With the assurance that there is true love living
Inside the hearts of those who share their feelings
Scents of grilling and insect repellant and night
Sooth the spirit with a sigh of contentment that is
Like peace freeing the soul to move toward insight
Into inspiration, elation, a haunting mystery growing
In honesty and praise, worshiping the One who saves
Enlivening and exciting, reflections of dreams invite me
To share my heart and soul, my inner faith and hope
Everything that gives and knows that real love unfolds
Among the ones who are willing to let go of their inhibitions
And fulfill their destiny with prayers for strength and wisdom
Nocturnal creatures lift their voices to sing through the dusk
Owl, opossum and raccoon make their presence known
Capturing their prey without creating any fuss or protest
With only their senses and purpose aroused, they whisper
Revelations of insights that only the wild creation experiences
God’s wisdom comes alive in the brilliant ebony of nightfall
Reminding hearts just why there is nature’s beauty to enchant
And delight, inspire the hope for tomorrow’s insight into
The future – where wisdom grows and freedom flows with
A sigh of whimsical pleasure at sharing in God’s creativity
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (10),any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
July 16, 2020
Go ahead, try to separate the races.
You politicians have egg, on your malicious faces.
Not realizing in your frozen hearts.
You toss imperfect, very hopeless darts.
Neither money nor educatiion
Can separate friends of the American nation.
Equity for Blacks only, you shout from your parapets.
ThatWill never separate us, not one bit.
So you fund hate groups to form derision,
Amongst hearts who have made, no such decision.
You paint whites as Nazis, blacks as slaves?
You think we are animals or morons, you hopeless knaves!
We have friends of all colors and religions.
But you go on fake news, as dense as pigeons.
You do all in your power to make this beautiful world dour.
You shout, “The world is ending by the hour?”
Filling us with fear, like climate change,
The ozone layer went up one percent, but not to Al Gore and his gang.
Whites mucking about, pretending they are Black?
It sickens me, Caucasians,it’s a racial attack.
Equity, as if, this were even ever possible.
We of all colors, think you are miserable.
So twenty years ago, I found a Black sister online.
Living in the hood, with loving heart that really shines!
She’s problems with sleep, as bullets fly about all night.
Seven hundred and thirty five, died in that city alone last year, what a fright!
DC bigwigs avoid the Hood like the Plague.
Yet demand Democrats vote for Blacks alone, don’t dare turn the page.
They tell them freedom is food stamps and a free phone?
It is such a lie, it makes me gasp and groan.,
Keeping the Blacks forever, on othe Plantation Nation!
You, while they are killed in the Hood, fly to Davos on vacation.
Dedicated to my Sistah of another mother!
Like you, Blessed Rita , there is no other!
With love,
Sistah Pangie
1/23/2023