Black And White Poems - Poems about Black And White

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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The grainy screen, a world of olive drab, Vic Morrow's weathered face, a soldier's weary stab At duty, honor etched in lines so deep, While young Rick Jason fought the promises to keep. Remember Hanley's squad, a band of brothers true, Littlejohn the gentle giant, Caje, the feisty Jew. Kirby's reckless courage, Saunders' grim command, Through...

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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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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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nuance and spectrums more than what an eye can see~ grey matter rainbows ***...

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There are lots of things that are black and white, Like zebras and Newcastle United, they are a good team and get their fans excited. Penguins are mostly black and white, but some have coloured plumage too, There are quite a few different types you can see them in the zoo. There are lots of crows, from rooks and...

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This perfect setting from the past An era gone though filmed to last, Strangely set a wistful thought As memories and dreams were caught. How love had lured me to sight Motion pictures black and white, To understand the story clear Whilst living in the yesteryear. Black and white you take me to Nostalgia where I feel blue, Though presently with clear foresight Merely due to...

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Children will hear children will be told Of the stories of once, in colors so bold Only black and white are left in this world The rest all have turned to mould Grey is the sky, grey is the ground The sparks up above are turning black as they fly around Tears rolling down faces in monochromatic eye's Everything is colourless...

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Angels and brides do come in white. All things beautiful, light and bright. Demons and witches prefer black, evil ways and means to attack. White, pure, inspiring, eternal love, gift of peace, freedom, and turtle dove. Black signifies ever cold darkness spreading in the heart unchaste blackness. Pretty seven colours add up to white. Black has powers that take away the light. White and...

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The naked truth of hijacked leaves when tree reveals a mockingbird the wind with knives— the season’s thieves applauds the loss of innocence soprano song his spoken word as summer turns a villainess his merriment in verse she steals to feed the winter’s sinfulness where hunger flies and cries and kneels to gods a songster’s soul appeals the...

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