Black And White Poems - Poems about Black And White

Let them eat cake But with no hands And a mouth sewn shut Why us Why must we suffer with crumbs And be grateful To be grateful when slavery ended When in fact it was they who started it To feed us poison instead of the antidote Then feign confusion to why it didn't work The world sees you as a victim And...

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A lie that is coloured white A lie that make things seem all right. A lie that leaves you asking why Discovering those lies that made you cry. Lies exposed, were meant as a joke The lies that many hearts have broke. Lies to conceal a secret love affair The liars lie, is the truth they swear. Scheming lies to scam for money Lies...

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Smiles Real smiles Phony smiles Trick pony smiles Gray stony buck wild Ulterior motive styled Easy to drink like water Cheesy white dreams you slaughter Captured by a whimsical soul’s smile Black and gold stories told by them so loud...

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Black And White We are given all the pieces to play and indulge in life’s great feast outrageous fortunes be dammed! Given full reign to Ego’s unfettered beast and the moves we make shall establish our legacy Why are we here? We can either dazzle with brilliance or baffle with bulls*it Shameless are unleashings of doubt only makes a lesser us grow inhibits our...

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In the Sistine chapel where frescos peep, away from watchful devote eyes that weep, a conclave gathers in reflection deep, to choose a shepherd for gospels to keep. Amidst partisan whispers, day and night, behind closed doors, their sacred task in sight, as God’s intercessions arouse their might, where truth and faith commingle to shed light. Alternate hues from chimneys rise profound, an opera...

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massed magpies in a black and white city united in joy ...

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A little girl coming out of a Woolworth store. An eye in my mind begins to clothe its sight with a past image. She has pink ribbons in her hair and a blue dress, maybe she had just come from church. Little black child being tugged quickly through a disapproving, white-skinned crowd. It is not wrong to think of poets as painters. We offer pictures that can...

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To mix the two together only brings gray. Battling persona. Never on cue. For one’s never certain, which facade debuts. Dark finely feathered, filled with lustful charades Hides behind a notion of monogamous filled days Graceful creature. Godly vision in feather white Drawling towards her a suitor. Virtuous, her guise. Black swan cannot resist, as she struggles for breath. White swan...

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Soul my soul in me Black and white keys Dominate, the Rapsody Celestial Holy energy I receive huggINGly Abreast and believingly Above all things, Glorious harmonies, we sing ~ Ivory cares; Level yes; Heartbeats in chest; Soul my soul breathe; Rainbow colors black and white, Embraced colors ivory black N white; Lovers of melodies prominent ~ Lo! music love vocals of heart; Rhapsody imparted elephants march; She played the chords of...

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Nothing is simple, but we carve it clean— label it, box it, turn a question into a rule, a rule into a law, a law into a weapon, and call the wreckage order. We crave control, but sharpen our knives in chaos. We demand honesty, but crucify the truth. We worship free thought, but silence it before it speaks. We want change, but only if it looks like what we...

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Shades of Africa: In Black and White Black, the ink of sorrow, stains the page, Of slavery's chains, a bitter, endless rage. Colonial scars, a legacy of pain, Exploited riches, a cruel, enduring rain. The weight of history, a heavy, somber shroud, Where whispers of the past, speak only aloud Of suffering and loss, a tragic, haunting refrain, A shadow of despair, a...

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"To see in color is a delight for the eye but to see in black and white is a delight for the soul". - Andri Cauldwell Just an old photograph, in black and white No dye to reflect the calm of hope’s song Shadows blow across the heart’s golden light Snapshot comes alive, a soul seems so strong Image...

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tv in the fifties altering weekend rituals one set in the neighbourhood streetboys sitting around the famous indian head for their fill of saturday morning cartoons sci-fi flash gordon and i love lucy allowed to stay up on sunday nights to watch the old ed sullivan show always one appointed volunteer to get up and change the channel or adjust the volume another to...

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The dark he has no soul and doesn’t feel pain it passes through walls and locked doors he doesn’t even see them he managed to capture the world then he wanted to see the immensity he masters asked for and received the sight as a gift so he saw the first sunrise then he died for the first time nice thought come and enlighten where the signs...

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b on w or w on b . what & how do you see?...

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