Black African American Couplet Poems

These Black African American Couplet poems are examples of poetry about Black African American Couplet. These are the best examples of Couplet Black African American poems written by international poets.

You come to me in my dreams
A foggy night a distant memory 

I will never see you in life
But I’ll share your face in time

Family

© Karen Jones  

The prediction business, notoriously crooked
    but thought I'd take a quick look at it

  Neither to forecast financial ups or downs

© Gershon Wolf  

Old-time fans called him 'The Great White Hope'
    Larry Bird had to 'walk the tightrope'
  He was no dope; he knew

© Gershon Wolf  

White snow, furiously freely falling, carpeting the hued ground;
A freezing allegory of racism and xenophobia that’s still around:-

© Millard Lowe  

                  


  ~Who  Was She~


The little

© Panagiota Romios  

Behind my brows are horror scenes
Each blink am drifted in oblivion deep
In the fear archives within my genes
As cold trepidations in my heart creep
Beaming vivid

© Energy Mavaza  

From Africa to America spanning the world, quite possibly
My DNA struggled to survive to make me,
My existence is a testament to survival fitness,
My life is

© Djeli Forchion  

When darkness surrounds you and sadness stalks,
When you are lost in labyrinth and stagger in walk,
When you are broken and your memories haunt,
When folk lambaste

© M. Shahid H. Chouhdry  

I TRULY COME FROM  “ A RARE BREED “
I am a woman who can follow, but I normally choose to lead.
For I am a

© Barrett Brown  

They were hated, berated, and degraded                   

© Curtis Johnson  

Wakandan African Chieftain King
Married to X-Man Storm
A scientists, prince King hero Avenger
Civil rights activists here and in Africa
Some in New York's Hells Kitchen calls him

© James Edward Lee Sr.  

Even in the shadows need for a Hero 
Out of the Passions of the darkest night 
No one explained that he was a zero 
One

© James Edward Lee Sr.  

I am black and I say to kindred flames...
Never assert nor cry "things are the same".

It is the height of dishonor to our fathers,
Our hidden

© Akua Lore Zaan  

Many musical giants sprang from small places in the region of my birth.
I heard some of them live as they played their guitar or harmonica.

Others

© Curtis Johnson  

He rode into town in the back of a truck,
A man on a mission, who, hoping with luck,
Would find the young zealots who murdered his

© David Pekrul