Black Family Poems | Examples
These Black Family poems are examples of Family poems about Black. These are the best examples of Family Black poems written by international poets.
We were at Canandaigua Lake,
but the house was facing the other way
It was you, me, and my sisters
The house was bigger,
but unstable
You wouldn't listen to me
about the roof
When the sky was black,
I brought in beach chairs
and locked all the doors
We jumped under the covers
and tried to feel warm
Then we felt ice on our fingertips
We looked up
Hail was falling from Heaven
innocence captured
curled black and white photos
keepsakes of the past
The witch who loved purple almost went too far
Do you think you are a blasted movie star?
Her folks were brutal, they wanted things black.
She kept her mouth shut, not wanting to talk back.
In September the cover of Witch Monthly showed
a purple witch with purple cauldron, hat, and toad
Purple is the new black, the title said
Her folks threw that missive away, it was never read
Puffed with warmth for my birthday dinner treat
0n the plate of a pure veg restaurant
Tempting entree ignites the classy taste,
A delight, each bite, spread with tamarind chutney,
Together with kindred sharing stories
Of flavour, care and chefs` talents.
Savoury paneer masala
And dal makhani* served with mutter pulao
Make the main course, added with garlic nan,
Oozing with taste, a real relish,
Side-lined with pickled onions and rice kheer as desert,
A feast for the senses, a love we all share.
*Slow-cooked black lentils
Our five year old hound dog mix.
the sweet Southern name of Beau,
jet black, sleek,
white chest and throat,
is living with his brother, Arrow,
and a new family for Beau.
I’ll miss his daffy antics,
and chasing indignant squirrels
in the spacious yard,
but we just couldn’t keep him,
he is still a dog of our hearts,
he’ll always be my granddog,
with his jovial amber eyes
and friendly licks on the side
of my head.
He’d sit at attention when he
wanted a treat,
he and Gus, our terrier mix,
had comical zoomies bounding
on the grass.
But now he’s on a new adventurous
life journey,
getting into mischief with Arrow,
we won’t forget you,
big boisterous Beau,
happy doggie tales to you. ~
“He’s the black sheep of our family,”
Said Father speaking of his son
Before him to the Watkins man
Who no doubt forgot it
Before his next customer.
Father liked the line
Repeated it to his son’s favorite uncle,
His mother and a few friends.
Their laughter stung.
Still none seemed to remember.
Father got bored—dropped the line.
Twenty years later denied
He’d said it.
The son, poor fellow, never forgot—
Told me the story as he expired.
My parents said I could not keep the black, stray cat.
They explained our canary would not survive that.
Parents out, a sitter, and my four-year-old mind
let the cat in while hoping birds were numb designed.
I am ashamed to have plotted murder when four,
sad an innocent bird died cause I liked cats more.
The whole family loved that sweet cat, “Little Bit”,
plus, I swear, I never planned another death hit.
At twenty-two, I confessed to my family.
Shocked, they did say my child-self deserved a grammy.
Can we do it together?
“Hi! How are you?” an Indian lady asked me.
After work, I left the building of my workplace.
She also worked there. Just in a different department.
This company is in Greenford. Very nice. It is in London.
“Do you have children? Do you have a family?” she asked.
“No, I haven’t”, I answered. “Can we do it together?” she asked.
I laughed and then walked to the bus stop. It happened many years ago.
She was very young. Innocent. She lived in Hayes, and I lived in Wembley.
I often think of her honest, pure glaze and beautiful black eyes. Hmm.
But I don’t know where she is now. Hmm. Too late. I was very stupid. Live alone
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WILD HORSES would not tear me away from you sweet one.
ANGIE our family is complete now we have a son.
They say YOU CANT ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT, but that's not true.
You are my HONKY TONK WOMAN and I need you.
TUMBLIN DICE fall just the right way holdin them UNDER MY THUMB.
My old guitar has seen better days, its still OK to strum.
I think I'll PAINT IT BLACK and play RUBY TUESDAY just wait n see.
No longer will they call us THE ROLLING STONES, cause we are a family.
The summer heat was turned up to blasting with a huge yellow sun looking down. Our sweat had sweat. If only there was a breeze to pass over us. In the mouth of desire sits July. A young couple is about to be wed. The groom all decked out in his black suit. The bride in her long wedding dress and veil. Family and friends gather to watch this union take place. They hang on every word as the vows are being said. Then the happy couple are pronounced husband and wife. In the mouth of desire a big kiss gets planted. Pictures are take, then off to the dinner.
Now we are married
July Fourth celebration
Anniversary
black cherry dusk skies
and moon rose, it was silver
butterfly quivers
the gemmed stars were out
and Mom tending blooms, singing
clematis clinging
jade dragonfly lake
comes again in memory
with anemones
Dad had just come home
one yesterday of my life
when roses were rife
called Black Betty
she’s graceful
a rare beauty
still, quite a handful
she’s had her share
of adventure
and misadventure
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My time is precious
I was ignored
My heart bleeds for the world
My mind swirls
Hatred surrounds me
People prefer I be dead
Family and Friends stay away
Heaven is my gateway
My eyes grow dark
I am like the black sheep at the end of a painful thorn
Pain agony
My grave is ready
My tomorrow arrived from yesterday
Soul Depart
Soon Heaven’s start
My name will only be a reflection
It draws no attention
My eyes have seen
Wisdom has shown
A world that refuses to be truthful clean
My worries not
Death comes on time
The Death Angel has arrived
Transcended Heaven Bound
Lifted up and I soar.
Look at me, I am the same as them.
Eyes like his, eyes like hers, knowing all they see.
Nose wide, skilled, same as his nose, same as her nose.
Ear perfect, hearing all which were taught, from his mouth, from her mouth.
A sharp tongue given to me from her mother, her mother and her mother...
Knowing what was said at birth, listening from the womb.
Look at my hands, same as his hands and her hands.
Same, as they touch the earth from which we come.
Mighty hands, connected to strong shoulders.
Run like the wind, knowing that it will lead you.
Jaded roads, knowing at each turn you were there.
I am significant, same as him, same as her.
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 roots tender torn apart
Broken due to slavers cold heart
What was meant for evil we pray
Leads to blessings victory days
First black president of USA
And black First Lady descendant of slaves
Family history tree with roots so old
Despite being beaten separated sold
Victory is your blessed rainbow
First female president make it so