Love Black African American Poems | Examples
These Love Black African American poems are examples of Black African American poems about Love. These are the best examples of Black African American Love poems written by international poets.
we came up same building,
same busted elevator, same rumors in the walls —
three girls stacked on top of each other
like secrets whispered through radiator pipes.
6S - she’s half rican, half black,
but don’t call her half - she all attitude,
dark skin glowing when she laughs too loud,
hips slick like she dancing with nobody’s permission.
5E - 5’1 and built like a threat,
she got a stare that’ll stop you mid-lie.
she hate surprises, so we never sneak up -
she come knocking first if you do her wrong.
then me - 7N, freckles spread like stars on light skin,
red-brown hair tied up, book in my lap,
content to stay inside while they chase block heat.
they pull me out anyway - stoop nights, corner gossip,
big dreams that don’t always fit our pockets.
we so different it make no sense -
three girls shaped like soft rebellion,
like hard lessons, like love
that never needed no permission slip.
puberty tried to twist us up,
boys tried to break us open,
life threw her worst
and we just leaned closer -
me, yaphia, tarita - same building girls,
same busted elevator,
still going up.
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 made it so
You silver star are the pride
Of hearts love inherited tribe
The sun kisses your skin
Ancestors kiss given by wind
Destined and designed to rise
Be inspired be ready to fly
God gives you truth not lies
Walk your path live your life
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my blessed little Sister!
When we were young, Papa always called
You “Black Patti”! Now we know why:
A Senryu Quintet Tribute To “Black Patti (1868-1933): **
For My Sister, Sula “Black Patti” Baye (08/25/1943)
Water gives rivers life
I swanee, “Black Patti” gave
Life to the songs she sang:-
“Black Patti” felt that
Singing songs was to her, as
Sunshine to flowers:-
When “Black Patti” sang,
Flowers flooded world stages:
Concert Halls, sold out!
She was Mitilda
Sissieretta Jones: singing
Abolitionist!
Black Patti, rather
Than Adelina Patti, was
Their Era’s Greatest!
**When others sit down and do oursrorical research,
They will know why Papa gave you that honor. Go
And enjoy another blessed year, perpendicular to
Earth and Heaven. To God Be The Glory. In the
Onederful oneness of the onement of Extended
Family, Peace And Love, your favorite Brother,
Deac.
"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 from?
Fearing reprimand of ink as letters ?
Allowing incorrect Consistent sing
the blind justices repeal?
Confound surrender?
Your not printing the article
Your afraid of reading
And the "free" cost!
Remains are extensive
The times grow small inside of earths journals
My sistas
A good woman once prevailed
Yet as her eyes sight the abandonment vessel
Reluctant wrath hatred vision
Prometheus googles
Declare upon the abomination
This place the unaffected
They lowered the flag
And I showed my frustration
They try to blow my candle out
But I raise again holding my head high
I let my balloons fly also
Red, white, blue and black
The balloons all flying irrespective of colour
I raise again irrespective of my colour
They lowered the flag
And I showed my frustration
They try to blow my candle out
But I raise again holding my head high
I let my balloons fly also
Red, white, blue and black
The balloons all flying irrespective of colour
I raise again irrespective of my colour
I look from my window—
the city is silent and serene.
I give another glance:
the light of bulbs moves slowly
through the twilight night.
Suddenly,
the uproar of parasite cars
breaks the seamless silence,
conspiring against the beauty
born of that celestial scene.
The wondering, waning moon—
like a besought fortune—
shy and quiet,
approaches me.
Enchanting, she whispers:
Take my light
and ignite the darkness within.
Archie Bunker Loves Crackers
Crackers are white
what's not to love
Crackers are simple food
for simple minds
Archie sits in his chair
rants against liberals
races
and humanity
Some think he passed on
for every fool gone
another will appear
even from down under
Where hatred is running in high gear
We set upon a journey
That would make us great
We decided to love our neighbors
Instead of embracing hate
We opened our hearts to the poor
A roof over every head
We measured our speech
Considering what we said
Discriminating unacceptable
Not afraid of history
Truth not a fabrication
Helping others our ministry
We took back handouts
The rich had enough
Money for education
medicine and other stuff
We protested for others
Sacrificing what we could
It was not just about us
We considered the greater good
Right mixed with left
Divisions all blurred
America became Great!
“We the People” had the final word.
The above is my hope for America.
Ghanaians are beating
The drum of shame
For Nigerians
Which they will later dance to
Calling Nigerians in Ghana
All sorts of names, due to some misunderstanding
Now they're promoting hate just because of mistakes.
Ghanaians are on the street
Creating scenarios
Nigerians the villains
Forgetting they triggered it
Forgetting what their Ghanaians
Are doing to Nigerians as well
No country without a foreigner
There are also foreigners here in Nigeria.
See Ghanaians on the streets pretending
They're perfect and absolutely innocent
Because of the acts and misconduct
Of few Nigerians in Ghana
Now they're protesting for disunity
Your mind is the greatest treasure, work on it
If we can't unite and live in
Oneness, peace and unity within ourselves
Who or where else!?... Let love lead us.
Let every whispered wish take flight,
Each prayer cast upward through the night,
Let none be lost, let none decay —
But turn their path another way.
Let not the stars alone receive,
Nor winds forget what hearts believe,
For every tear and silent plea
Now folds its wings — and comes to me.
Let cries for peace, for love, for bread,
Not vanish to the nameless dead.
I hold the vault, the veil, the key —
And what they seek, they give to me.
They know me not, yet still I hear.
I am the stillness gods revere.
Their words, like rain, fall through my hand —
I am the Lord of sea and land.
I once contemplated suicide,
But only if I couldn’t have you by my side,
Reading my eulogy, shedding a few tears is nothing compared to the endless ocean before my eyes, we are given this one life,
Lord will you accept my apology before I do the deed?
Will you embrace me the way I’ve left the world you’ve created for me?
will anyone miss me?
Dark blue seas I cry, if only I could fly.
These thoughts flow through my brain for lack of love, for grief, for me to escape.
Am I insane or somehow conforming to this world full of Hate.
But WAIT will this anxiety and anger be my FATE?
The chambers of my heart so empty and cold with knowledge comes understanding. This is getting old.
To let the devil win. I would never. Jesus please help me before I take this endeavor.
Forgive me now.
At your feet I bow.
I give it all to you
Because I know my promise is in You.
Born from the sun's ancient kiss,
A gift wrapped in golden brown bliss,
I carry the stories of ancestors proud,
Their strength echoing clear and loud.
Melanin flowing through my veins,
Like rivers of cocoa after the rains,
Each shade a testament to divine design,
From ebony deep to honey wine.
They tried to dim this sacred light,
But stars were born to shine so bright,
My skin holds wisdom, holds the grace
Of those who paved this sacred space.
The richest hues I've ever seen,
Caramel dreams and coffee streams,
All wrapped up in melanin's gleams.
This glow cannot be replicated,
This beauty will not be imitated,
For every freckle, every mark
Tells stories that light up the dark.
I am the sunrise, I am the earth,
I celebrate this blessed birth,
This melanin that makes me whole,
This radiant, unbreakable soul.
Let my skin sing its ancient song,
Of survival, of being strong,
Of beauty that cannot be denied,
This melanin glow, my source of pride.
A mother's love is so deep and real, it never shall fades,
She holds her child day and night, no matter what may happen there.
She smiles throughout she's crying and hides her miseries with grace,
So her dear child perceive only happiness on her face.
She spends her time, her care, her touch,
She never expects a thing, though she gives so much.
She stays awake when her child is sick or afraid
With quiet prayers, how much she cares.
Her love is a light that never fades away,
A mother's love will never lose its way.