Black Love Poems | Examples of Black Love Poetry

She laughs like an unfinished song— all melody, no return. Wears lipstick like armor and kindness like a borrowed coat two sizes too large. She collects cracked mirrors not to look at herself— but to see how many versions can survive the breaking. She tells me she’s fine with eyes that scream in Morse code. Once, I caught her staring at a calendar that never turned. She whispered, “I think...

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To win her whole heart was my sole goal, In summer, I tanned just for her soul. I sunbathed at Lagos Beach, A Black there to woo a peach, My face is now blacker than charcoal....

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Waiting for the whole night to see his first sight Hearts were beating It sounds like lighting He's my everything...

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Loyal, docile, obedient dog Why did you leave me all alone? Now I'm a sheep with red wool, And maybe it's your fault. Fumbling sheep calls your name in the dark, Not the one beside you. Only the sheep with red wool Wants to be there with you. ...

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You imagine them whispering in your ears Through the screen of your computer You forced me to listen to your heart Quick and irregular I'm afraid to uncover my ears To hear the beating of your heart I hope it never stops Otherwise mine starts...

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How much spit do you have to wipe off your face? How many thorns do you have to remove after every curse we attach to your name? How many times do we have to bury you, and you come back with more grace and love? Every praise we give you feels like a blade piercing...

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This motion is remembered with feelings of pain, strife and anguish, But why don’t we recall the beauty in which we now relish. The movement of ‘Black lives matter’ is as...

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I scrubbed the shame from under my fingernails, as if guilt could be washed like dirt. Cold showers never baptized the ache; just gave it discipline, a neat little collar for the beast inside. They called me godly. I stood on pulpits of silence, hiding my hard truths in folded hands and stitched lips. “Virtue,” I said once, like it was a sword I...

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Just smiling, shining & indivisible, All at the broader punch! Alone approached the dependable, Before-head a worst crunch. My heart heading innocent, Gave-up myself, my soul. Wasn’t sure of the pretend, To her, just in a joule! She went, her shadows too, Broke my heart in a bitter truth. Cracked the confidence inside a blow, I am at North, she’s at South! You certainly would have, What I...

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LET’S KEEP OUR LIBERATING CUPS OVERFLOWING (Apropos Of Ancestral Cup And Saucer Ways) It has been said that justice Is getting what you deserve: The gift of grace, given priceless, Flowing from God’s sacred reserve:- Curiously, I asked Papa one day, Why does he drink his coffee from the cup? Always pouring mine into his saucer; And here is what, to me, he...

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A Room Full of Unwritten Poems A room— Quite not real though, Not built of woods or bricks, Structured with the unfinished and unwritten verses, Smeared by weathering paint, More like an echo left without the speaker. Swaying curtains, now getting silenced. Door hinges rusted, creaking— But in my mind, It’s just similar to those small giggles and laughs Left behind by the envied person. Envy because...

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Flames that ignites bright red at its core, ravenous hunger linger overwhelmed by its hot desire and through the night it burns, its visible heat scorches the skin of its next victim, leaving a mark of sole ownership, it kisses endearingly seducing in enchantment, torturous feeling reigns in a field of thrones caused by a leakage of subtle attraction, a rose in its prime curves and twists along these...

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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...

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Liquid kisses from licorice lips Onyx lover with thick heavy hips Vivid love language lavender whiffs Ebony clouds of hair at finger tips...

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My love for him will never fade, In silent hope, my heart has stayed. He spoke of love, yet couldn’t see The aching storm that lived in me. I cried alone through endless night, While he slept soundly, lost in light. What kind of love just walks away— While one is torn, the other stays?...

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