Black Poems - Poems about Black

I am a free spirit happy and free I travel which way wind blows Often heard singing off key But dancing to the beat on my toes Words are blurred I forget them Often making up my own ditty Yet in the rhythm I can swim And match the groove so pretty Miss Mary Mack wasn’t dressed in black For I gave her...

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How many funerals of ones self can someone have before there is nothing left Don't answer It's rhetorical anyway Funeral number 1 A piece of her hair A symbol of when they would stop and stare At her hair When they would make her life a living nightmare Until she became too aware Until It became too much to bear Until she silenced...

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Unlike the headlines in their tabloids This land was not a den of thieves Not orphans begging at their gates Nor lazy minds with rolled-up sleeves It’s home to those with skin like night But hearts that shine a like gold Its people brave and its stories bold Their wisdom deep and their spirit bright It holds a culture vast and admirable A place...

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I was drenched in black water, Yet, it looked as though I were dried out. I stood before a lighthouse, Yet, remained unseen. Gazing into the sea’s blackness, The highest tides forever circled me. My eyes could find no anchor, As my dark hands sailed towards the farthest shore. My home, too, was cloaked in shadow; Something unseen, yet present, walked with me there. The...

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He is like red fire I am like blue ice Hopeless is desire Opposites we fight We create gray steam As if love is a dream Merging as if esteem Creates king and queen What of the future then Aftermath of our blend Saintly or of sun Dainty or masculine Perhaps our seed will grow Flower like art of gold Powered by heart and soul With...

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From the ashes of passion Blackened love old fashioned Turned into broken brittle bones Where red fleshed hearts roamed once The kisses only now from white wind Remiss to fall into fairytale again Only to be brutally beaten by reality Frail fingers claw digging at loss Loss of a thorny rose in heart Shining once but now so dark Melodic still...

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The say we are free but, our is hearts is at consciousness. Thou mind is travelling the universe looking for freedom. Hope is lost through the environment. Our hearts are playing with fire, thou hateness is among us. Why the colour of our skin try to define us. Why our souls can't live with peace where freedom is available. Hope...

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Their violence Our defiance Their complaint Not our debate Their envy Fuels our energy Their violence We won't be silenced Their ignorance Can't bother us Our energy They aren't ready Our voice They have no choice Our power They are sour Our strength They try to destroy by going to these great lengths Can you finally understand The matter at hand Do you...

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What they did to tamir rice Cold as ice I'll give some advice Think twice Think thrice An innocent paid the price Which led to his demise This is a matter of black lives Our final goodbyes We look to the sky As we wipe our eyes A burning rage on the inside So then...

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Star boy They say heaven gained another angel when someone dies But when it comes to the death of black lives We say the universe gained another star Because to us It represents their light and love Shining down from above Each star a story of loss Each star a story of pain Each star a symbol of what being black costs Each star...

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They say a mothers love Is everything You could say Infinite A key ingredient needed For the upbringing of her children For a black mother Parenthood is a little different There are so many factors to consider Like racism and safety They have to love their children extra harder Just to hide the noise of all the...

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My heart kneels at the sight of her tribal marks Bogoria’s geysers gushing Love, splattering Blood Parting her lips to split the world between mortals and gods I kiss her to split her Soul, create Life with her destroy all her Fears, let my intrusive Thoughts claim Victory, fill her Void; Diamanti sono per sempre, I ignore her Flaws, put her above the soi-disant amour propre, Belgard her Sacred nature;...

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Museums A place full of stories Of art Not just in the paintings But in the people too A little black girl walking hand in hand with her mother Her eyes lit up in wonder Wandering what she would discover While she walks around Spinning around And jumping up and down She doesn't see That everytime she jumps the light reflecting on her beautiful...

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This piece was sparked by an idea in a fellow poet Tom Woody’s’ — “Last Dance Amid the Stars.” I however, followed a very different emotional path — one that avoids finality and leaves room for mystery and one’s own imagination. The story also touches on the true stories of a growing trend with...

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I have a story to tell One that doesn't end well So I advise you to take a break For this will cause your heart to ache A fourteen year old boy Used as a decoy To manipulate and destroy A message sent to employ A hatred to kill joy He was a child A boy who...

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