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Poem Details | by Besma Riabi Dziri |
Categories: africa, beauty, happiness, home, pride, tribute,

Your Love I'll Ever Bear


I want to word my very Love for you
though as a shy child, I start to stammer
a beloved Mother, my sole bijou
as I am of your prime Land enamoured.

A rose breathing the scent of your terra
born and bred knowing no other home soil
how can I bear the burn of your Summer
anger and worry within my chest boil.

I want to paint my very pride in you
with drops of my blood and ivory star
then draw your nature and beauty anew
how would my poetry meet who you are?

To my dear mother, shall I, You compare?
TUNISIA, Your Love, I'll ever bear.


Poem Details | by Besma Riabi Dziri |
Categories: africa, art, blessing, feelings, how i feel, humanity, patriotic,

My Allegiance I Vow

To my terra of roots
my allegiance I vow
I wallow in your fruits
and to your flag I bow.

Dream not till wake of dawn
beaming sun light I wait
burst of glee of no bourn
the feels of the soul, sate.

Awe chills into my spine
as your Hymn in pride sung
for Home in peace I pine
and love never be swung.

How could my pen, you turn
in a fine rhyming word
as my quill longs to learn
inking with grace and verve.

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: africa, arabic, art, brother, friendship, introspection, poetry,

My Brother

Livers
	bleed

lungs	
	gasp for breath


vessels of poetry
	read

pain disappears
	tears recede

love floats above the sea
	tides of sadness

recede
	planted in marshlands

seeds
	friendship bloomed

living for words
	no longer matters

I embrace my brother
	love his might

standing on cliffs ledge
	gazing this new morn

softly I whisper
	we are one

Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: africa, america, community, culture, earth, race, self,

This is not a poem--- A singled out page

-THIS IS NOT A POEM-

Hey, Poets stop by, give me a shout out.
Tell Me Where You Are From;)
I promise I won't show up on your doorstep.


If you are having a bad day, let me have it
If you have awesome news, don't be greedy 
---SHARE! SHARE!
By all means  --- SHARE THE NEWS!!!


.................  LOVE THE POET DESTROYER 



Poem Details | by Solomon Ochwo-Oburu |
Categories: africa, inspirational, patriotic,

I feel African in every Vein

I feel African in every vein
the arteries pulsate with love
this continent is so dear to me

I feel African in every breath
the challenges the world paints
I see not but beautiful Africa

All Africans here and far away
join me to hold Africa together
no piece should go to the winds

The unity of the land of Africa
the resources of the land of Africa
are gifts no humans brought here

Patriots of Africa come hold hands
this land you owe loving service
dust off yourselves to build Africa

Old Africa where is your wisdom?
come out of your boxes and unite
the world is vibrant, lets wake up

I feel African in every vein
Africa my sweet-heart duty calls


Poem Details | by Olusegun Ojo |
Categories: black-african amergrandmother,

I Sing Africa

All's not about Darfur I've seen it, eerie winds Moonlight through our thatch We kissed round, one *palmie gourd Kigali was but a miss Waist-beads - beats to love Have you heard the talk-drum, *Fela's horns of brass, Or the *Aladuras' joy of Alleluia? My grandmother still walks miles Just because her forbears did, And shame on malaria For the dearth of men Oh, on Mandela's earth Of Soyinka's nobel ideas Africa - a big breast, the good, the bad, the ugly. . . all, as sucklings! *palmie - palm wine *Fela - Celebrated afrobeat musician *Aladura - a popular african instituted christian sect noted for heavy prayers

Poem Details | by Zhane Robinson |
Categories: africa, freedom, love,

The Cost of Freedom

The cost of freedom has increased, the price went up.
It takes alot to be free, but the price is love.
And the PRIZE is love.
Not saying you have to sing; kumbaya around a fiery ring,
but voices and rainbow hands will raise high to the night sky
as we shake off shackles and chains
and they slide down
and wrap around
the original drum,
which beats and sings out song that'll never fall from the tongue.
It clicks shut, complete with lock and key.
And we are poor slaves joining hands with empty pockets 
and shackled hearts.
The cost of freedom has increased,
which is why when we form our ring,
there's a low drum beating in the dark.

Poem Details | by Aidan Sinclair |
Categories: africa, love, romantic love, trust,

You and me

The road to tomorrow
Is dark and scary
But with this lantern
Hold my hand
We can do it together

Poem Details | by Weydene Winster |
Categories: africa, america, animal, birth, color, culture, faith,

Worldly greeve

If we just let go...
If we just let go 
To not live in fear 
To just go with the flow 
I think the world may just be a better place 
The world may... just turn out allright
Where peace could live and love could embrace.

If the soul is so dark that not even a sprinkle of white 
Paint could cover it 
What has become of our species...?
We cant just go with the flow
Sometimes it can be poisonous
We cant live fearless when danger is all around us .

Everybody is doing something for selfies reasons
The world might never be a better place
The world might never turn out to be allright
We can choos... 
We can choose in which direction we want to go!

Poem Details | by Mbongeni Khoza |
Categories: africa, family,

BLOOD TIES

BLOOD TIES O Brother mine, aeons, we bathe in fiery pits; epochs, you quench your thirst, from my wells of wisdom… Broken by the mallet of Creation, away you went. Then came you. Likewise, your seed… Centuries you’ve suck me dry. Your nests glitter with my blood, atop my remains, your rivers flow. My seed dammed to the Throne… Bronze shackles, you gave! As cousin Arabia fuels your rage, Rage, rage, rage… As for in time you’ll kneel. And forgive I shall, for your sins are mine. O Brother mine. Timeless clocks, bring us together. As in fiery pits, we bathe. Our Seeds will bear fruit, Love and Peace… As to dust we wither.

Poem Details | by richard nnoli |
Categories: africa, confidence, courage, motivation,

Let hate be your enemy

let hate be your enemy

with out love 
the heart is heavy

it bleeds and create
isolation

it torture it victim
to no avail 

it never bring happiness
but darkness

it slowly kills it victim
to isolation

with out love
the heart is empty 

it bleeds no go value
to it victim

who bears no light 
to life 

but destruction without
no godly soul 

it is too bad to hate 
cos it fruits are ugly


so instead to live in darkness 
let hate be your enemy

Poem Details | by Wendy Watson |
Categories: africa, heartbreak, people,

Africa's heartache


A poet touched my heart last night, he wrote of deprivation
Of child abuse, starvation's plight, the heartaches of a nation.
This juxtaposing universe so vividly portrayed
Has made me feel discomfort by the message it conveyed.
At liberty in mind and soul and body I am found
But on this self-same spinning globe such miseries abound.
Lord help me to appreciate each blessing you provide
And may I show benevolence with your love as my guide.


11/08/18


Poem Details | by Sibusisiwe Ncede |
Categories: africa, age, character,

THAT WAS MY SIN

It was to love deeply and unconditionally
It was not to compromise my well being
It was to regard any human being with fairness and equality

Never judge a book by its cover
Never make a promise you cannot keep
Never underestimate your enemies
Never anticipate your heart desires

It was to stand up for those I cherished
It was to fight for what I believed in
It was to embrace my humanity

Poem Details | by Pheko Motaung |
Categories: africa,

Nationalism

Love your people
And hate foreign devils
For my country
I'll die and leave the world
And govern paradise

Poem Details | by richard nnoli |
Categories: africa, courage, deep, growth, relationship,

The rich also cry

The rich also cry
Be happy for all you got 
For great expectation 
Are never guaranteed 

The rich also cry 
Worry not for another mans meat
For his trouble you don't know 
So as the cries he shade in secret

The rich also cry 
What is good 
Is bad for the bad 
In this world be grateful
For you live not by your
Self power
But nature  
For love so many rich 
Don't know till now

The rich also cry
He runs the town
His rich and sleepless
So many want to have a rich 
Friend
For money now is the new 
God
Yet peace he knows not
While you admire the rich
Remember
The rich also cry 

Poem Details | by Pheko Motaung |
Categories: africa,

Color of love

You sizzle in mystic purple

Poem Details | by Mohamed Salih |
Categories: africa, cousin, creation, feelings, happiness, love, wife,

The Deep-Rooted-Tree

It never falls never drys,greens forever
Whenever it extends,it grows moreover
Our love is like that tree,greens forever
On the deep rooted tree,friends forever
Each bird sings fruitly ,And sends clever
Each leave drops water and rains lever
We runabout  as pilgrims every year



Poem Details | by Funom Makama |
Categories: africa, community, education, environment, violence,

Xenophobia II: We Are Africans

History has formed us into one braid
to stay strong and never surrender to any blade
standing side by side to be each others shade.
Why then do we classify one another into grades?
So that some cut others off just b’cos they are made?

There’s still hope, this togetherness will not fade
whatever it is, we have collectively paid
let’s stop hate from this unprecedented raid
so that unity will eventually get love laid.
We are Africans! Enough has been said.

Poem Details | by Philip Odiete |
Categories: africa, brother, cute love, dream, sorrow, trust, war,

A lonely evening

In many dreams of you, I wish
If I could get my hands on the wings
If only I could come over to you now, 
It would be the best moment in my life.
Alone in a cool evening
With the light of a candle and the breeze from afar
And then the moment would draw close
And the night would become our friend

And nature would support our breathe
And our dream would seem simple
And nightmare be far from us
For the moment would be the beginning of a new era
And the dawn would bring joy
Happiness and love 


Poem Details | by Patricia L Graham |
Categories: africa, anger, children, community, discrimination, racism, world,

RACISM


Them that never cease to claim
Everything that’s ours is theirs.
They take our lands,
They spill our blood;
Our children are consumed by lust.
The future, but a toxic mix:
Ancestors lived and died for this?
This legacy, blighting as a spell;
Contaminating, burns a living-hell.
Who is man and who is beast
When one pretends to love but hates?

Copyright 23.10.14

(Written for Black History Month Oct in UK
The killing continues in plain sight and in various guises)

Poem Details | by john chizoba vincent |
Categories: africa, age, art,

figures of my love

FIGURES OF MY LOVE

No one recognises when love begins
But we know when it ends
A flower cannot blossom without a sunshine
And men cannot live without love 
So in the nouns of my heart I love you
Through the verb of my love I cherish you

But the adverb of my love will multiply audibly
In the adjective of my wisdown I beautify you amicably
Prepositioned the thought of my heart for good
In the conjuction between love and hatred

Through the pronoun of two beings
We will fly higher so that they exclaimed
What love is to those in the dark side 
On that day of our love, beautiful virgins will faints
On seeing the colourful love English we've made. 

Poem Details | by charcoal nsibande |
Categories: love,

Dark Skinned Lady

Dark Skinned Lady. the ever poised legendary beauty, granary of compassion & culture whose stunning reign sparkles the night.

Dark Skinned Lady. comandress of matriotic forces, the earthquake that shakes the pillars of racism & sexism the stream that feeds liberating consciousness

Dark skinned lady. epicenter of the ripples of Africanism. Divinity of a soul tranced by a rhythm, a rhythm forged by the beat of a drum, the drum pumping life into the veins of my Africa!

Poem Details | by richard nnoli |
Categories: absence, africa, anxiety, assonance, care, change, freedom,

Your ignorance is your war

Your ignorance is your war
Be wise 
Feel 
Before you act

If you can think 
You can see 

For already we suffer 
Yet we don't know 

When one has a problem 
And never realise 

That is the biggest problem

Some many of us today suffer 
From this heal ness 
Like a spread of cancer 
Is every where 

So now the out come is 
The war you see today 
Everywhere 
  
Just as 
You ignore 
You war 
 
Ignorance to love
War to hate 

Your ignorance is your war

Poem Details | by DM Babbit |
Categories: color, dark, poets,

Black Butterflies

first, 
it was a single entity
 an unbrilliant black charcoal sloe female by identity
 faded shadowy shades of stygian dark
slipping in and flitting flower to flower making mark

second,
two came dancing like onyx layers
 colors changed sabled ebony players
 deep dark obsidian pitch male
pipeline swallowtails spotty blue indigo sails

The final dance
black butterflies
 in the last summer cries
 separate goodbyes.


In apartheid-torn South Africa, poet Ingrid Jonker struggled tragically in search of love and a sense of home. Portrayed in the 2011 movie Black Butterflies  





Poem Details | by JAY JOHNSON |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, africa, age, allah, allegory, allusion, analogy, animal, anniversary, anti bullying, april, arabic, assonance, autumn, baby, beach, best friend, betrayal, bird, birthday, brother, daughter, death, faith, father, hope, life, loss, lost love, mother, nostalgia, religion, satire, sister, son, sympathy,

The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay