Father Black African American Poems | Examples
These Father Black African American poems are examples of Black African American poems about Father. These are the best examples of Black African American Father poems written by international poets.
OF DRIED AND TIRED SEEDS
Having failed
To turn
Our vineyard
Into a graveyard
Of raisins in sun,
They now
Seek to pluck away,
Ripe black plums
To grave the soil
With wrinkled,
Laden prunes:-
(Guess
they
failed
the
watermeleon
lesson):
Earthly green;
Blood-red flesh;
Multiple black seeds:-
Indeed, we are
Children of
The Father
Of the sun
And the Son:
Fertilized
And energized
By the
Cosmic spirit–
Resurrecting
Generations
Of dried
And tried seeds–
Germinating
Liberated
Blooming
Freedom flowers
In the sun:
Bouqueting
Thanks
To the
Son:-
OF DRIED AND TIRED SEEDS
Having failed
To turn
Our vineyard
Into a graveyard
Of raisins in sun,
They now
Seek to pluck away,
Ripe black plums
To grave the soil
With wrinkled,
Laden prunes:-
(Guess
they
failed
the
watermeleon
lesson):
Earthly green;
Blood-red flesh;
Multiple black seeds:-
Indeed, we are
Children of
The Father
Of the sun
And the Son:
Fertilized
And energized
By the
Cosmic spirit–
Resurrecting
Generations
Of dried
And tried seeds–
Germinating
Liberated
Blooming
Freedom flowers
In the sun:
Bouqueting
Thanks
To the
Son:-
There was a silence then a group gasp
As I bent over the coffin of my dad
He was murdered in Atlanta Georgia
Shot in the head as he left a store
But such details matter no more
I noticed his curly hair and miss his eyes
His humor his smile his stare
I know his complexion should be fair
But for the mortician’s makeup
He was put back together
Like a puzzle with death’s muzzle
Not thinking of that in the moment
I planted a warm kiss on his cold cheek
It would be the last
Fishing by moonlight
Using nylons for line
Two inch mews that slip and slide
Slide out of shoes and into night
A gentle breeze whispers here
The air is clean the sky is clear
Take the bait a naked ear
Holding hands like hearts so dear
Blanket seems like a bed
Intimate touches sweetly lighten my head
Shooting stars that seem to be led
And a little fish that soon will be fed
Swimming like the guard of life
With a blessing from Father Time
To find a place to go inside
Where our baby grows with your eyes.
They gave it to me; you never own me.
My words, my dance, my songs; are from the days gone by.
My sway is my father's ; his sway is his father's.
Always with us.
On their broad shoulders, I stand;
holding their fist with every beat.
You can't take this from me;
It was given to me by my father, my mother, his father, her mother;
I will forever remain.
Africa! my beloved Africa…mother
continent of my ancestor’s ancestors…
how well I know of you; yearn for you; yet
I have not met you in person.
America! my beloved America…father
continent of my parents and theirs…
how well I know you; live with and love you;
yet you treat me as if I’m a bastard child.
African-American I am; a blooming ebony child
from the spread loins of two fertile continents.
I LOVE YOU
I love you from a far;
I love you for who you are;
You are by far;
Of God
Beautiful woman;
I prayed for you this day;
I prayed you never stray;
Yet you left me;
You went back to the Father;
Of God you are;
His bride, He's the Father
He lent Him to the others;
Mothers, Fathers, Sisters, Husbands and Brothers;
Beautiful woman;
On a vision of this reality;
Gone on back home to glory;
On wings of the mighty eagles;
I prayed for you this day;
I prayed you never stray;
Yet you left me;
You went back to the Father;
Of God
Beautiful woman;
I love you from a far;
I love you for who you are;
You are by far;
I love you from a far;
I love you
I love you;
I love you
I love you;
I love you
05/09/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Decisions, decisions, and consequences of balance,
deciphering the outcomes can leave you paused like the mannequin challenge.
One brain, one mind, and influential abilities,
mathematics can be the catalyst to spiritual connectivities.
If you completely overstand this world, then you are frustrated by malice,
deciphering the outcomes can leave you paused like the mannequin challenge.
One On One…
A peculiar similarity between
you and me;
I born a slave being;
you , seemingly free.
My father toiled in bondage;
yours to serve and protect the same;
mine lived and died in disguised rage;
yours lived and died in unfretted—denied shame.
Strange fruits of the same human tree
are you and me. We
searching the blood soaked rooted key
the door to set us free.
Reciprocity can be a raging *****.
I refuse to be a wretched witch.
the African child
I am the African child
born into poverty and slavery
so no matter what I do
nobody adores me
my own people even ignored me
may be it because of my skin
but i am moved by the spirit within
i never had shelter
I never have mother nor father
I have been through child labor
my only hope is my prayer
for I have been through intimidation
discrimination, rejection and whatever
I have passed through fire
but still hope for a better future
ELEGANT STYLE. FINGER NAIL FILE.
EVERYTHING in its rightful PLACE. Everyone knew he REIGNED SUPREME.
NO CONTENDER. this BIG SPENDER? THEY OBEYED his rules. He wore his SNAKE
SKIN. Ankle high BLACK BOOTS. ALRIGHT NOW. EVERY WORD HAD STYLE.
HIS SWAGGER MADE FROM SUEDE.
NO PRETENDER. THAT WASN'T his GAME. HE PLAYED IT real, real COOL. THAT'S
THE TYPE OF CAT HE WAS, AND EVERYBODY KNEW WHEN THIS BAD DUDE WAS
IN TOWN. THEY'D walk a CHALK LINE JUST FOR THAT SHORT TIME. NOBODY
KNEW HIS NAME EVERY BODY PLAYED HIS GAME.
THIS MYSTERY MACK DADDY STILLED THE NIGHT. NO ONE else seemed to harness
Those SKILLS, not even til present DAY. Once THERE THEN GONE. THE BADDEST
MAN ON THIS SIDE OF TIME.
The prophet Zechariah foretold
Jesus or Father Christ would be sold for 30 pieces of silver
The prophet Isaiah foretold
Jesus or Father Christ would be born of a virgin.
The prophet Micah foretold
Jesus or Father Christ would be born in Bethlehem
Psalm 22 foretells the crucifixion of Jesus or Father Christ
And lots would be cast for his clothes.