Charcoal Poems - Poems about Charcoal

Charcoal face

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.

Personas Limitation

Personas have limits, boundaries veiled by the thin masquerade of pretense
They whisper promises of identity, yet crack under pressure of reality's weight—poet

She puts on her face while vaping smoke surrounds, 
Carefully paints fishtail eyes , studs, and crimson lips,  
satin scarfs around hug her hips
Bindi adorned when with the Janes
A sterling nose ring pierces

Gainsboro Charcoal

Light and Darkness,
two opposing forces.
A bold indifference
to the vast array of color
being their sole commonality.

And yet,
there is Gray.

The marriage of these
polar opposites amidst
the spectrum of Light
births a new cavalcade of shades.
These Gray colors reflect 
the best of both worlds.

This, as all things do, speaks of life.
From the light Gray joys of laughter
to the dark times

The Charcoal Man; Part Two

The Charcoal Man; Part Two

She went as silent as a night with petrified crickets. It blinked. Then before any of us could comprehend what was going on it swiftly grabbed her by the arm and pulled. She dropped the chalk from the other hand, her tense body hitting the board.

The sound was as harsh as

The Charcoal Man; Part One

Readers note; Wrote this story concept five years ago. Have an additional fifty pages if interest spikes.

The Charcoal Man; Part One

Cohen & I were sitting in class whilst Mrs. Knooman picked up a withered piece of chalk we had never seen before. It had what appeared to be a sigil of a red eye on

Song of Winter

winter sonata
small feathered friend's happy song
blue skies uplifting

Charcoal Sheep

Charcoal Sheep

Watery eyed thoughts came,
Zap! Pow!  a short circuited brain.
Inward turned burned ocular pain,
too many thoughts to restrain 
I’m a cheap sheep making my mistakes again.
Smell my seared wool going down the drain. 
Ba ba ba, sorta blackish, wishing I was right as rain.

Worlds accessed by my fingertips
help to quicken this sheepish heartbeat. 
I

Charcoal Hair

I run my hand through my coal colored hair.
I blink the tears out of my dirty eyes.
I pick the skin on my caramel arms.
I fight the thoughts in my weighed brain.
I freeze as i hear the poisoned yells.
I run, as it's too late to reason.
I'm chased by the monsters and their sharp teeth
and i ignore

Branch Britches

teribium,Curium,actinium
sheres of charcoal.
they seek such to
make generated dissisha.
samples the need
for energy.
the need to produce
the world wishes a
freedom from what
 currently exist.
Des-alpha motaium.

Life Is Scattered

2nd Elergy For Auntie Betty Akinyi Oyugi.
Life is scattered.
By Juno Byron(Junior).

Life is a balloon
Inflated full
A'n given to a baboon
Wherefore? though white as wool

Life is a pot
Resting on her head
With water it got
Cool cold as the dead

Life is a charcoal
Collected in a heap higher
Statued to make a roll
Waiting for th' great fire

Life is a nestling
Inside a

Blacken the Charcoal

Draw the embers into the wood
Stroke it like it's a three-legged stool
Blacken the charcoal of a dying fire
Fasten it to a sun swelling brighter
The object is to lick the smoking flame
Soberly thoughtful to call out His name

Should a flash shine brilliantly
With a radiant outburst of joy hotly
All about warming the frigid darkness
The ocean in which

Night Assaults In Charcoal Smudges

Night assaults in charcoal smudges,
repeatedly cloaking the horizon in darkness.
Hollow ruins coat the empty space in agony
as loneliness clings to every surface,
breathless in the brewing alchemy shift.

The barren and jagged mountains,
though cold and bitter in shadow,
are abruptly caressed by a balmy breeze
exhaling secret incantations into the dampened surroundings.

Beneath the heavy silence of night,
blankets of celestial

Charcoal Spirits

A lone black crow
sits on a limb of a tree

amongst a crowd of trees
that surround the townhouses.

The trees' silhouettes 
are drawn on the brick; 

on the shingled roofs;
by the Sun this Late January. 

The dark shape of the crow
is starker than the trees' cast

of the night color; it is spectre-like, 
within the arms of the

The Charcoal Drawing

Vertical lines drawn freehand
Even pressure is at his command
Continues top to bottom straight
As each line appears he contemplates 
Being part  of the whole drawing being made
It records his latest escapade
In charcoal each line has meaning 
Of that day of memory so full of feeling.

© Paul Warren Poetry

The Burden On the Charcoal

What has the world comes to be?
Hatred has taken the mantle of power,
Without mercy or calmness,
And 360° stratification.

What has the black done?
Yesterday, harassment,
Today, killing and hatred,
And tomorrow, slavery i guess.

Is it a sin to be black?
Blacks with enormous fortune,
That glows like diamonds.
We are also human.

They are whites, we are blacks.
Ours skin is the difference.
Is egalitarianism

• Short Charcoal Poems
• Famous Charcoal Poems
• Best Charcoal Poems
• Read Charcoal Poems
• Long Charcoal Poems
• Charcoal Quotes