Best Nile River Poems
Your love flows through my veins
like the Nile River flows through
the sands of Eygpt.
Love flows through my veins
like rivers that break off into endless streams
and water the gardens of the green stems
of torn covered rose bushes.
In my veins, you flow, as a sparrow
flies through the blue skies in beauty.
You are the blood that flows through my veins
and later settles deep in my heart
and embraces me with a hug of intimace.
Love flows through my veins
like endless notes played by the sweetest composer
along with his private orchestra playing a lovely melody.
Rivers, streams break off and flow into lakes and oceans,
Like my veins that lead to my heart,
you are always there flowing through my veins.
Your love flows through my veins.
I am Africa, the cradle of mankind,
Where ancient footprints in the sands of time entwined,
The birthplace of humanity, divinely designed,
In my esteemed valleys, where life first aligned.
I am Africa, the cradle of civilization,
Where mighty empires rose with determination,
From the ancient Egypt's pyramids to the Great Zimbabwe walls,
From glorious Mali Empire to Kingdom of Kush, history recalls.
I am Africa, adorned with wonders untold,
From Victoria Falls, a sight to behold,
To the Serengeti, the great wildlife migration known,
The winding Nile River, nature's masterpiece shown.
I am Africa, land of majestic savannas,
Where lion roars and elephant wanders,
From Kilimanjaro's peak to the Rift Valley's floor,
Nature's grandeur timelessly spectacular, evermore.
I am Africa, rich in resources so rare,
From Congo's minerals beyond compare,
To Ghana's gold gleaming bright,
And Nigeria's oil, a source of might.
I am Africa, richly endowed with resources untold,
Diamonds, platinum, copper, and tantalum behold,
I offer fertile soils and abundant rainfall,
To sustain life's rhythm, from the great to the small.
I am Africa, proudly dark-skinned and beautiful,
Melanin-rich, skin kissed by the sun, dutiful,
From the Maasai warriors to the Zulu kings,
Cultures and values that makes a heart sings.
I am Africa, scarred by the slave trade's hand,
As ships sailed away with souls from my land,
The Atlantic's cruel passage, a harrowing tale,
Yet from that dark chapter, my resilience did prevail.
I am Africa, the sleeping lion now awake,
To reclaim my glory, no more to forsake,
I stand tall against any disdain, my destiny to behold,
Socially strong, economically stable, politically bold.
I am Africa, acknowledging and ready to confront my flaws,
To root out corruption and greed, oppressive laws,
United in accountability, good governance, equity, and might,
I march forward with determination, embracing the future's light.
I saw a dazzling rose,
Whose red petals cast blinding hues upon me.
She shot her cupid arrows from the Kabaka’s backyard,
And punctured the cocoon of my innocence.
My heart burnt for a feel of her spangled petals,
My ferocious passions lost their sturdy grip on restraint as
I, like a pollen-famished bee, sniffed her whiff;
I gorged on her rosy scent, like a Don Quixote.
Then, I plucked her off the tribal bough;
And navigated the Nile River with her,
Tacked in the valves of my heart,
For a cross boarder allogamy.
What a welcome from my kinsfolk!
Furrows ridging the faces of my kinsmen,
Spittle of disgust masticating the hungry soils,
Grey beards wagging and waging a silent war;
Alien!
The ABCs of Things Green
Algae, alligator, artichoke, asparagus, aphids, Andradite,
Brussels sprouts, broccoli, Buffalo Treehopper, and beans,
Cuckoo Wasp, Cabbage, cucumber, Common Green Darner, and celery
Dog Day Cicada, Delphinium flowers diopside and dioptase, (rocks),
Emeralds, eyes, endive, evergreen trees, Emerald Ash Borer, Epidote
Ferns, Forests, Frogs, Fungus, Fork-tailed Bush Katydids, and fushite
Green Macaw, Green Jay, green onions, green bottles and boxes
Honeydew melons, Habanera chilies, and Hellebore,
Indian peas, Irish moss, Iceberg lettuce, Ivy, and Iguanas,
Jade vine, Jack-in-the-pulpit, Jade, and the Jolly Green Giant
Kale kelp, katydid, kiwi fruit, kohlrabi, and the Keel Billed Toucan’s bill,
Leeks, lemons, limes, leaf hoppers, leafy greens, and Leprechauns,
Mint jelly, Magnolia, Green Jumping Spider, Morrisonite Jasper, Malachite
New Zealand spinach, Napa cabbage, the Nile River, and Nephrite Jade,
Olives, Ostrich fern, okra, Oak leaf lettuce, olive Sparrow and onion,
Praying Mantis, peas, potato, parsnip, Peach-faced Lovebird, and Prehnite,
Question is, What green thing starts with Q? Some quarks do.
Runner-beans, Ruby-throated Hummingbird, Rose quartz, and Rue,
Saddleback Caterpillars, Southern Emerald Moths, snow peas, Serpentine
Tadpole, Turtle, Turf, Turnip greens, Turaco, and Toxic Torbenite,
Unripe bananas and Ugli fruit (both are green then orange)
Velvet Beans, Vidalia Onions, Vegetable leaves, Varovite, and Varisite
White-winged Parakeet, watercress, winter purslane, and wild leek
Xigua melon is a yummy treat
Yellow onions, Yellow-chevroned parakeet, Yellow-green vireo, and yarrow,
Zuchini is the last, but not the least of the ABC’s of Things Green.
CHASING THE DREAM
Sahara like breeze blows Nubian melodies
serenading warm ebony loins. Nile River
ecstasy birth beautiful bronze broods
in the spaces left by wandering time.
Truth etches freedom threading
between the banks of reality;
in the shadows of Moses
the glimpse from the mountain top reflects
fleeing visions of the drummer’s dream deferred.
The morning comes: a new day begins.
MOTHER AFRICA
"This is the most difficult letter I've ever written in my life. Where do I start?
What do I say? Does she know I still exist?...She probably thinks I'm dead!
I just wish I could touch her once and feel her warm embrace...That's so distant in my mind...I wonder if she remembers my name?
Will she recognize my voice or understand the words I speak?
Oh well...all I can do is speak the truth...She knows you're lost..."
Mother Africa...Only you posses the beauty unlike any other the world has ever seen
Elegantly adorned in all of nature's grace with the equator wrapped snugly around your waist
Ancient mystical pyramids jut up from your soil guarded by the wondrous Sphinx
Mother Africa...Dry your eyes the Nile River has overflown from all the tears you've cried
Diaspora broke your heart so maliciously
All your wealth and your children were taken away...Strewn across this old earth like a tattered moth-eaten blanket...Still used anyway
Mother Africa...Surely you know we not only sing...Africa! Africa! Africa!
Your endangered offspring's have created so many things of which you can be proud
Mother Africa...Don't despair one glorious day we will return and bring the bounty back home for all to share...AFRICA!
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AFRICA
Africa! A land of many nations,
Full of cultural heritage,
Endowed with untapped attribute,
Has been present since the stone age.
A continent built on a strong basement,
Gifted with natural endowment,
The Niger river of Nigeria,
The Kilimanjaro Mountain of Tanzania.
Africa! Rich in mineral deposit,
The oil wells of Nigeria,
And the copper deposite
Located in north Rhodesia.
Nile river of Egypt,
Orange River of South Africa,
Indeed Africa is blessed,
What an awesome craft of God.
Sorrow
hears the sound of a sparow
the owl
knowing
the lies of man though his eyes
the time of corruption
till the dawn of
the end of the sun
and his rain
so forth that
the invisible god
may remove the
growing corruption
around the great
sea of the north
and the west moon
that rest around the Nile
of the mountains
that flow foward ever
so in time
endlessly
He walked the streets of Bethlehem, Jerusalem, and Nazareth
one hundred percent pure African soil
he was borne and raised on pure African soil
both parents given to raise him here on earth
walked and traveled on pure African soil
he journeyed acrossed the Nile river, Rea sea, and the Jordan river
all rivers of Africa the texture of his hair was as course as wool
his eyes red like fire his skin was bronze brown representing the many
African tribes his feet the same feet that walked across African soil
his story has been myth however, the bible reveals Jesus Christ yes Jesus Christ
is African No one really understands his life's story
so society changed his skin color and hair texture so people would
feel comfortable praising him in our new generation a "white world"
they will not praise a black Jesus having a black president proves that the white world
is in outrage and doesn't want to acknowledge black leaders or prophets
they either want them dead or in jail so no one
can hear the truth about Jesus race and background
alot of black men help found this country from pure African soil
even my lord and savior Jesus Christ
Its very sad but very true today's society would rather praise a statue, plant, or figurine than
to praise Jesus name that's why we have so many religions
I guess God understands that's why he said"you can blaspheme against Jesus name, but if you blaspheme
against God or the holy ghost you will never be
forgiven". Even though he said that, that doesn't mean its ok to blaspheme against Jesus
Always be mindful of what you say because it could be your own destruction
everybody will see Jesus before they all die out
then the mystery will be revealed
Somewhere over the rainbow,
A great civilization flourished,
And we discovered a wonderful kaleidoscope
Of exuberant and vibrant humanity
Enchanted tones tell a story
About a people made from dusk
And red clay
They blend into caravans
Of strong and beautiful faces
The royal kingdom with majesty,
Sits on the throne,
And the mighty lion with pride,
Rules its dominion
Rights, rituals, and passages
Speak of our greatness
Traditions took from the ancients
Are the seeds planted
As we enter the sacred place,
Paradise is never forsaken
Behold, the true Garden of Eden,
As we drink sweet water
From the Nile River
Timbuktu astronomers study the heavens
Mandingo and Zulu Warriors display
War-painted colors like
The broad plumage of a peacock
They stand gripping tall sharp spears
And poisoned arrow tips to launch,
Thus, ready for battle
Juju medicine man mix repeated chants,
As he drifted into a spiritual dance
At daybreak,
We go down to the river flow,
And shadows rise like the moon
Hearts beat in rhythms
Like fine-tuned African drums,
And the rainy season
Stay bound to Mother Earth
At the edge of a crackling fire,
The enchanted medicine man
Delivers magic words and potions
Great powerful heavens
Lift every voice up and sing,
To the sweet harmony of Africa
I have a journey; a long, long journey.
There's no need for a taxi or a steam boat;
I'm traveling deep within my skin,
to search for the cradle of my heart, lungs,
and bones. Whispers of my ancestors call
me from deep within my soul -
they access my body and mind with such ease,
as though they have codes to my being.
I'm like a drop of the Nile River,
trying to return to it's source,
from the Atlantic Ocean.
Yes, I'm a biological map of my forefathers'
travels, adventures, and experiences in different
geographies, with different people;
those different people are part of me now -
I'm a book of it's own history,
which wants to open and read itself,
from the beginning to the end......
Date: 27/05/2017
Oh, my love, how I wish...
you were here by my side
so we could both surrender
To this beautiful solitude,
this peaceful, intoxicating silence
I'm blissfully lost; killing precious time.
Time I wish I could stretch...
the length of the Nile River.
Mute, confused ships can't seem
to decide whether they're coming or going
The sky is slowly changing before my eyes
As the cantaloupe melon Sun
fights to stay afloat over the horizon.
Silence is interrupted...
by the ebb and flow
of the faint tides, sweeping time
out of my pristine mind
crying out your name in hushed tones.
We both miss you so.
As the calm wind sighs and whispers
soft yet incomprehensible
language into my pleased ears
I wish you were here
To bask in this soothing
sounds of silence with me
NA the day away Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo (Winner: 1st Place)
Submitted on 09/03/2019
Sound of Silence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton (N/A)
Date written and submitted: 07/27/2019
IM BLACK AND BEAUTIFUL
BEAUTIFUL AND BLACK
IM BLACK AND BEAUTIFUL
BEAUTIFUL AND BLACK
BEAUTIFUL BLACK EYES NO NEED FOR BLUE CONTACTS
BEAUTIFUL FULL LIPS THAT PART THE NILE RIVER.
BODY-N-HIPS TURN ANY SAINT TO A SINNER.
YOU NEXT TO ME YOU A WINNER
STAND SECOND TO NO OTHER
IM YA MOTHER, SISTER, LOVER LOVE YA, BROTHER.
I'VE COME TO BLESS YA, TO TOUCH YA
CUZ YA HOOK BY MY LOOK,
CUZ IT'LL MAKE YA STUTTER.
MY SKIN IS OF EBONY
MY CURVES ARE A SYMPHONY.
IM A AFRICAN QUEEN
IM NOT ASHAMED OF MY ROOTS
IM PROUD OF ROOTS
IM TELLING THE TRUTH.
SEE I AM THE TRUTH.
IM SAYIN THIS FOR YOU TO SIT AND PONDER, IM SAYING THIS FOR YOU TO SIT WONDER, WONDER WHY I HOLD BLACK TO BEING SECOND BEST, WHEN REALLY BEING BLACK IS BEING BETTER THAN THE REST.
IM BLACK AND BEAUTIFUL
BEAUTIFUL AND BLACK
IM BLACK AND BEAUTIFUL
BEAUTIFUL AND BLACK
Gang wars
Gang violence
Constant carnage
Endless bloodshed
Why do they continue this
This endless bloodletting
The streets run red
Like the Nile River
But brought by steel and metal
Not by the hand of God's follower
Too many deaths,too many tears
To many peoples lives torn asunder
So man innocence has bled out
Too many put six-feet under
God please hear your son
down here in the blood soaked dirt
Why do so many of your children
seek to cost each other death and hurt
In these streets there's no mecry
In these streets there's no peace
Only one thing is here in these streets
Blood
Life Blood
Innocent blood
Bad Blood
Blood in these streets
some punk rock band on the radio
plays transparently hopeful echoes of some quick romance
while she lounges on the couch in a see-thru dress
smoking expensive french cigarettes
her dreadlocks spread round in the morning sunlight
but her sunglasses out of context in the small room
she is the definitive architecture of sexy cool
tapping a painted finger nail on the wood in time with the tune
her lips mirror the the lyrics perfectly
its a weeping time tale to hear her past out from
the start of her humble jungle of a childhood
to her trips along the nile river photographed so well
she's an open book translated from street etiquette
to manicured lawns of the greasy richy riches
and back again
the room holds many scents
roses from her bedspread
stale leaves burning from those parisian cigarettes
and her delicate and elusive perfume that my mind
wraps itself up in with such intense images of
my lips grazing the nape of her neck
i walk across the uneven floor of the small room
and land myself slowly up against her warm body
we talk softly
the hour drifts by like moats of dust falling in the still air
disappears like the punk song
fading into echoes