Black Love Poems

Mistaken Identity

We judge in others
what we secretly fear within ourselves,
the mirror of hypocrisy polished daily
until it blinds our reason.

I have walked England’s most expensive street,
and as a Black man,
I was clothed in poverty not of my making—
criminal, beggar, illegal—
an identity sewn into me by design,
to dehumanize for the comfort of others,
a madness normalized as truth.

When I

GOD WROTE THIS LOVE STORY

“God Wrote This Love Story”
A Dedication to Ashley & Julius
From keystrokes exchanged on a winter’s day,
To promises whispered, hearts swept away.
December's spark lit love's gentle flame,
Now two souls prepare to share one name.
January brought more than a start,
With Target as the stage, and hope in each heart.
From aisles to forever, their bond began,
Ordained by God's

Designed To Rise

We belong and carry
Historic love is buried 
In black genes so strong
They ring like holy song

The curl of your hair
Onyx Pearl your eyes
Heavy hips bring stare
Licorice lips defy lies

We create from scraps
Food homes poems raps
Take nothing make something
All despite devilish traps

We fall yet we ruby rose
So all could experience hope
And amethyst amazing growth
We dreamt and

Blood That Isn't Mine

A name I gave, a hand I fed,
Nights of toil, my dreams I bled.
The cradle rocked with borrowed cries,
Yet truth lay veiled in whispered lies.

I wore the crown of fatherhood,
Built a home from flesh and wood.
But silence kept its sharpened sword,
And struck me down—paternity fraud.

DNA, a ruthless guide,
Revealed the secret long denied.
The mirror cracked, the

The Woman

The fight may be a disaster, 
The words may be can fly, 

May be it can take a long time; 
To soft embrace, 
To gentle kiss, 
To a tied hug to fill the space! 

Is there something new?? 

A quiet strength begins to shine! 
          

Majestic

Like lifting up the spirit,
To His Majesty, I’ll pray,
Entertaining heaven,
For she’s lavishly arrayed;

May our time, 
Chime at hand;
Building within me:
She’s a tenor, noted,
Splendidly sustained;
So, let it be –

Nigeria: A Name Greater than Gold

Nigeria—
a land blessed with brilliance,
minds as sharp as blades,
souls burning with the fire of possibility.

But intellect, unguided,
can wander into shadows—
where drug lords reign,
scammers weave their fragile nets,
and petty thieves trade destiny for dust.

Two hundred and thirty-two million strong,
a people vast as the ocean tide.
Imagine—
if every drop of that tide turned toward light,
toward creation, invention, compassion—
what

Johannesburg, the City of Gold

Johannesburg—
city of lights, city of hunger,
city where the pavements gleam with promise
yet the shadows whisper of broken men.

I have walked your streets,
robbed three times beneath your crumbling towers,
and I asked myself—
Why does crime sing so loudly here?

South Africa, my home,
you are a fatherless land.
Eighty-five out of every hundred children
grow up without their fathers—
a generation cut

People as Friends and kettles?

"My things as you."
People as Friends and kettles?
"My things as you."
The witness deprived 
Absorbent in deny
How in interchange 
Are we spoken
Misleading waste
Papers as snakes
Only in cuisines
Last, hander of things
Gone in time
Decade of take
Sales of ink
And all town
How to announce 
Tone?
And all are tow'n

Being towed in the time
 Time of all Involved as microcosm In discussion

Sell my soul

i would sell my soul to be good so many thoughts arise when the sun sets it's just me and my reflection i tell her „it's not your fault you are just a child" and she stares back empty gaze and foreign face

Love dance floor

Long has I danced on these floors of lovers, my dancing routines lil rusted and outdated, yesterday was the  day I fell off and broke my ankle, and sworn to return no more but here I am today, obliged to follow into my human nature, it was weeks ago when my recovering ankle led

The sacrifice of freedom for love

Freedom
A dream he never allowed himself to hope
He couldn't have his heart broken
Not when it belonged to his black woman
Not when it carried his emotions 
Not when it carried the love that kept him mobile

'You're free'
A prospect of a new life
One he had hoped to share with his beautiful wife
But 
Nothing in life comes for

I'm Hurt

I wish you were there
When I needed you the most
I thought you were the only one
Who will protect me, at any cost 

When my trembling hands 
Wiped off the heat of tears 
I was going through so much
All that my heart had always feared

The pain I felt right in the chest
Strong enough, to forget the

The Haunting of the Moon

She comes when the Moon is heavy
With wishes from many a maid
Who with passionate longing,
Their dreams upon it laid

She comes when night is warmest
In the time of the southern winds
That bring the moaning cries
Of maidens who meet sad ends

Her long dark tresses flowing
Along a figure fair and sweet
In creamy lace of night dresses
She haunts there

Love is like a void

Love is like a void until it will accept you it's gonna deprived every qualities of your, but the best part of these voids is that one day it's gonna accept you or leave you and then you will get your qualities again but you will see it with her eyes. Because that's what made

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