Metaphor Black Love Poems

A hot sweltering sticky humid evening
Heat clings and hangs in the stagnant air
Almost too hot and stifling to bear
Floods of silver wet ovaline beads
Perspire and...

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I'm an African son
From my mother's womb
I brought the colour of chocolate 
To be the son of soil

All strong, all articulate 
Born skilled, born the...

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When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight...

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I'm an ashen dove, 
fading in zephyr 
of wine valleys, 
saturating in fog 
upon enchanting hills, 
draped in 
grape-green silk, 
where fantasies of forest, 
sprout...

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African minds, African souls
Yet only one controls
Her fiery hair is one of a kind
Yet no one sees inside her mask of destruction

Her name is Rae...

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There it sits…
in the dark corner a hollow thing bony arms skeletal

Is it grinning 
There sitting closer in shadow even in Light.
Black Eyes staring. 

Things...

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Memoir of a Real Nigga Time Travelor From a Proud and Silent Future.



A Monster seeding pre-grammatical,
Oscillating pivotals,
Octaves hit the matter I’ve created known perennial,
Posture spun...

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I am black magic, sprouting out of dark humus
The Shaman was Mother Earth, I was birthed strong
Black earthen pots on fire made from wet woods,...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Black Love

Black Love is a very darkest hue,
owing to
The absence of iniquitous
or 
The complete absorption of throbbing

Black Love is the core within oneself,
The marrow of...

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Tonight, in my bedroom, 
I sleep alone.

Remembering our 
romantic moments
as I wait by the phone.

We were the melody 
in the music,
a harmony in tune. ...

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If a man could drink
with his eyes,
then you are all
the refreshment
I could ever want or need.
Your skin is the color
of my coffee in the morning.
And...

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I am not a violent person
in any physical way,
but if love were a fight
I would fight you this day.
If love were a fight,
I would fight...

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(APROPOS OF THE MANY OF US: THE GREEN VILLAGE)


    PROLOGUE:

    Some don’t quite get it…
    Life...

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Will you be my poison?
Because your kisses make me quiver
Poison me with your smile
Poison me with your touch
Poison my mind
Make me sick over you
Intoxicate my...

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