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Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: black african american, day, happiness, health, hope, inspirational, life, love, may, nature, passion, peace, people, philosophy, religion, social, time, travel, uplifting, visionary,

Each Day Takes its Turn

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we strive to make sure 
each day enlightens us 
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray 
may we keep fighting 
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul 
experiencing trials 
and intense life lessons 
meshed with stresses 
may we persevere 
turn off  fear's song 
may we stand firm 
as we glide along 
through shifty winds of change 
that may cause things to sway
rearrange
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for 
we
fall for nothing 
we
may stumble along the trip 
we 
may swerve at the wheel yet 
we 
do not lose our grip
because no one 
can eclipse the sun 
yet
everyone heals 
before they're done

Just when situations arise 
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry 
from ongoing cries
we may think 
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we make sure 
every day enlightens us 
and brightens us 
as each day takes its turn

~JSLambert



Poem Details | by Le'Rita Clark |
Categories: black african american, death, life, loss, love, sad, teen, girl, girl,

Sweetest Love Note

One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the moviesThe
boy sensed there was
something wrong because of the painful
silence they shared between them
that nightThe girl then asked the boy to pull over
because she wanted to talkShe told him that her
feelings had changed & that it was time to move on.
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he
slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note.
At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down
that very same streetHe swerved
right into the drivers seat, killing the boy.
Miraculously, the girl survivedRemembering the note, she
pulled it out & read it.
"Without your love, I would die."


Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: angst, art, black african american, dedication, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, love, time,

TAPESTRY

.........TAPESTRY
Out of time that's long forgotten, 
in a light that's yet unknown,
you could see me in the morning, 
I would be there, but alone,
weaving tapestries from fibers 
of someone who'd never guess,
she is part of dreams and vision,
and somebody's happiness.
    But she would know someone was there.
     I'd touch her now if I would dare.
      And she would know I'm always there.

There's a story and it's Celtic, 
"We must love all things, to see
how a raindrop loves the flower, 
but the flower loves a bee."
In the tapestry I'm weaving, 
I have told this story well,
and the dream she is a part of, 
is the other tale I tell.
    She knows someone has touched her mind.
     I'm always there for her to find.
      And she is always on my mind.

It's a love beyond a question, 
but a love that's out of place,
out of time and out of reason, 
but unable to erase.
In the tapestry I'm weaving ,
there's no differences to see,
she is rising from the ocean 
to a love God's meant to be.
...And she has known a love that's good.
.....Though it is never understood.
........But she'll remember love is good.
© ron wilson


Poem Details | by Kristopher Higgs |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, africa, age, allah, allegory, america, analogy, angel, anger, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, blue, day, dedication, devotion, faith, happiness, lost love, love, me, passion, words,

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: angst, art, black african american, friendship, happiness, hope, imagination, inspirational, life, lost love, love, philosophy, prayer, prayer,

CANDLE 1st in Spanish then scroll down for english trans

VELA (CANDLE)First Spanish version, scroll down for English)
Yo ser‚ para ti.
Toda la vida que me queda la vivir‚ para ti
y cuando el tiempo haya terminado,
morir‚ por ti.
Dir‚ tu nombre
en cada vela que encienda, respirar‚ tu nombre.
Te susurrar‚,
cada oraci¢n que diga ser  siempre parte de ti.

Por toda la eternidad,
y as¡ ha sido y ser  siempre, 
y cuando deje este mundo,
aquello vendr  conmigo
en la luz de una vela.
Todo el mundo sigue girando, haciendo el d¡a y la noche,
y de la oscuridad a la luz,
ser s siempre parte de cada oraci¢n que yo diga.

Yo ser‚ para ti.
Como una fresca quebrada de la monta¤a que se desborda por ti
como una c lida brisa de verano
entre los  rboles para ti.
En el brillo de una vela,
todo lo que he sido o llegue a ser 
por toda la eternidad,
tu ser s parte de todo lo que yo haga siempre.
Yo ser‚ para ti 

					
					Traducci¢n: Emilio JSaavedra M    CANDLE	
I will be for you.
All my life that is left, I will live for you,
and when time has run out,
I will die for you.
I will speak your name
in each candle that I light, I will breath your name.
I will whisper you,
every prayer I ever say will be part of you.

For eternity,
and forever it has been, and will always be,
and when I leave this world,
it will go with me.
In a candle light
all the world keeps on turning, making day and night,
and from dark to light,
you'll be part of every prayer that ever comes from me.

I will be for you.
Like a cool mountain spring that overflows for you
like a warm summer breeze 
through the trees for you.
In a candle glow,
everything I've ever been or will ever be
for eternity,
you'll be part of everything I ever do.
I will be for you.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet


Poem Details | by Heather Hill |
Categories: adventure, art, black african american, fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend, husband, imagination, love, native american, nature, passion, romance, song-teen, visionaryme, me,

Jungle Love

Your sweet nectar
wraps around my senses
like jungle vines
steady drums beating
Your heart near mine

Your strong hands
hold me suspended
by my waist
Just enough pain and strength
against my supple skin
For my taste

The musk of your
sculpted body and the forest
has me going wild
But yet, the tender way you
protect me, reminds me of
Being a child

A safe familiarity
with a strain of animalistic
seduction
Your invisible hold over me
leaves me arrow poisoned
Unable to function

My long dark hair wraps you
with smells of coconut and ocean Sun
your locks full of mud and enemies
Blood
together, my warrior
We make One



Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: adventure, angst, art, black african american, confusion, death, dedication, depression, devotion, faith, friendship, death, death, love,

Beyond Your End

 BEYOND YOUR END
Look deep into yourself my friend,
if then, you need to look to me, 
and deep enough to see the end,
beyond your end is where I'll be.

Into the love someday you'll see,
becoming all the things you'll know,
before your very eyes, I'll be
already where you want to go.

I'll be your long and blinding light,
of which all life is awed,
the thread that reaches through the night
in search of what is God.

And in a while, if love is right,
and hope is not just more pretend,
though you have sought what e'er you might,
'tis me you'll find, beyond your end.

And I will love your death away,
removing from your mind
what'er your death might seem to be,
with love impossible to find.
Û  © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa


Poem Details | by Samuel Opara |
Categories: adventure, black african american, christmas, desire, first love, irony, kiss,

DREAM CHASER

A dull Christmas eve, still it was better than most
I’d heard of winter and snow in places far away
Of cold and frozen waters and rains that fall like powder from the sky
Of words like mist, soft as a whispered kiss
Escaping from lips: red over a pale impression
Muttering words of things of the faraway place

I know not the feeling, only the idea of a place
And whatever feeling it evokes in me the most
Of these foreign notions, I have not one but many an impression
Of wonder and adventure and ways to sail away
On wooden or metal monsters that beckon the sea its cheek to kiss
In the in-between world of salt water, wind and sky

Not so here, no snow in this dry harmattan sky
I’d rather for a change of pace, a change of place
A place of apples and wine grapes and passions that deepen the kiss
Of hopes and dreams and wishful thinking for most
Come hopes! Come dreams! Come insane thoughts and take me away!
Far away, and in my place leave no impression

Rid it! On her alone I made some impression
Of two on a low hill beneath a big grey sky
Her eyes would haunt me screaming, “Why didn’t you take me with you, away?”
“To the place we had dreamed, the faraway place?”
Truth be told, she would prove really good, better than most
Even so, rid me of it with one final kiss

A flickering flame snuffed out with a kiss
It’s dying breath trailing a wispy impression
With that I lost what it was I wanted the most
Bartered for the image of a different sky
Alas a different time in a different place
Yet to find a place to stay that doesn’t lead away

Now a seasoned drifter wandering away
With tales of wonder and adventure and many a departure kiss
With yarns of many sights, yet yearning for only one place
For the place I left, leaving no impression
A place I must go only after I find the perfect sky
It was a dull Christmas eve, still it was better than most

Now in a place far away, making many an impression
Oh how I desire that kiss, under that same grey sky
Despite the faraway place, it is what I want the most
(sigh)


Poem Details | by Diona Finley |
Categories: black african american, death, family, lost love, peace, sad, day, day, love,

I Remember

I remember all the nights we use to play, 
but now I can't play anymore because your not here today.
Your here in my heart and that will never fade away.
Sometimes I would be a hard-headed child,
but in your eyes you saw an angle smile

I love you like God love the family, unconditionally.
I remember your brown eyes, gray hair, for you were wise.
I also remember when you had to leave, so your soul could be free.
See, I'm older; more mature, and understand what's going
on, but back then I was only four.

I still remember that day like it was yesterday
Well, you were buried that day and everyone had a sad face
I remember that day very well indeed, as I looked at you 
and pleaded that you wouldn't leave me
Now you’re gone and I have to be strong for both 
of us, so our love can live through people who love us.


Poem Details | by Carolyn Dye |
Categories: black african american, devotion, loss, passion, god, me, woman, body, god, love, me,

WHAT SEX AM I

I was born a woman body full of curves an soft blush breastsOne day I awoke wanting to tell someone wanting to confessI like women the ones of my own sexI love the way they look and moveI love the feel and the smell of a woman's bodyI've met a young woman and this i believe is realShe means the world to me,yet I was put on earth to give my heart and my body to a manMen have hurt me and let me down to no endI always knew I was differnt from my freinds afraid to let them know it turned me on to look at themSo I tried to hide behind what society wanted me to be a woman in every wayUntil I found love and could no longer deny what I feltI made love to her the way no man couldshe loved the way I touched, held, and caressed hermade her feel things no other couldShe asked me when it was done, What sex am I? I told her a woman like you , I just know how you want to feel, she smiled and kissed me againGod forgive me I know it's a sinI'm in love with a woman what am I to do? God forgive my sinsI'm in love with a woman and it may mean hell.


Poem Details | by Carrie Love-atkins |
Categories: black african american, education, faith, love, passion, peace, social, day, america, day,

"What is a Sad Day In America?"

         “WHAT IS A SAD DAY IN AMERICA?”

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day worrying about being 
black, educated and female.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day and there is a new battle.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up living on the outside of the 
American Dream, but you live within America and you have nightmares about 
walking in the shoes of another race in your view.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when Civil Rights begin to regress over 40 years.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you have to worry about what religion or 
denomination you belong too.

It is a “Sad Day” in American when the words “I can” in the word American does 
not represent “I can because I am free.”

Instead it becomes an obstacle because others continue to suppress me---
because of my race, religion, sex, ability or disability? 

It is a “Sad Day” in America when we accept mediocracy.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when we cannot accept our fellow man or fellow 
woman.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when others cannot hear or see.

It is a “Sad Day” when we can no longer show empathy.

It is a “Sad Day” when all we do is “nothing”.


The “Glorious Day” will come when we learn the history of others, walk with 
others by empathizing with others and consider ourselves  brothers and sisters 
in “One America”, one fight, one battle, one love-- until that time “it is” and “will 
be”  a “Sad Day” in America.



copyright@2006 by Carrie MLove-Atkins 


Poem Details | by Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway |
Categories: black african american, confusion, devotion, forgiveness, life, lost love, sadheart, pain, heart, love, i love you,

Your pain

Your pain Why do I feel your pain still When I left of my own free will My mind is heavy with the burdens you build Yet my heart is still tender And vulnerable to your every will When you’re hurting and making bad choices Your voice still touches my every emotion How is it that I still feel your pain Even when I have nothing left to gain Yes, I love you still But be with you, I never, ever will. You had my heart from the very start And slowly our love began to part Two became one, until one was none Off in separate ways for more than 365 days So how is it that to this day Your pain still finds its way Into my life and in my heart where it stays Lay


Poem Details | by Rodney Mendoza |
Categories: beautiful, black african american, how i feel, i love you,

Rekindled Love

Although I met you long ago it seems like we just metI remember it like it was yesterdayIt's a day I'll never forgetAnd now you're here back in my life and feels just like a dreamBecause the one thing I always remembered about you were your eyesThey still have that gleamSo now it seems like time stood still so we could meet againAnd now this feels just like the beginning of a love that will not endSo I often wonder about this feeling of love that I felt for youAnd I often crave for that beautiful feeling of your love that feels so trueBut there are days when reality hits and I realize that you're not mineAnd that maybe the love you had for me has suddenly run out of timeBecause some days there's not enough time it seemsFor up to laugh and joke and share our dreamsAnd there's not enough time for us to be just a man and a womanJust you just meAnd there's not enough time for us to kissOr for me to tell you things like thisSo if I could I'd find a wayTo stop all the clocks on earth todayAnd then maybe even that won't doBecause I need an eternity for loving youBut if I could love you just for todayI think maybe even I would be okAnd then when you kiss me I'll know it's rightBecause our rekindled love will last all nightcRMendoza


Poem Details | by John Streeter |
Categories: art, black african american, devotion, hope, inspirational, love, life, love, sin,

? - Finding True Love - ?

True love - In him was the breath of life given, now the Creator Greatest creation (man)
asorb's the life of a human being Being, from the image of an Omnipotent (GOD) from above.
Real passion - Let there be light, now the Creator begin's an unfallable phase of power
and passion He-he spoke into existence the foundation of his world, he take's dark-
ness and maketh day and then he say's the firmament that shall be the water of the earth 
he loved it so, that he place fish and whale's and all the creature's for the ocean, and it
gave him "Satisfaction".
Unity - In him (Adam) was there True Love bestowe unto him (Eve) and God (The Creator)
test their commitment to him by the will of obesience They fail, mankind is seperated
from the Unity of the Creator (GOD) plan's and Sin that even challenge's the explorata-
tion of an Omnipotent Order as it enter the temptation of man Adam as intelligent as
he isThe creator who hates sin so muchHas to come full force (In his own order) with the
"lust of the flesh", of his creation But he who is the All-Mighty his thoughts is above
mankind best thought'sHe employ's Noah for a mission of Unity And if you never
have experience true love in your life"Read About It", (Bible) I quarantee you'll find
answer's to question's that has put a bitter taste of confusion in your Boarder(limitation)
(E)verlasting love - Many of us think love is found lying on our back's Many think that
little piece of meat hanging between our leg's (Men's) is the source of true love.
But by the time one figure's out the "True Meaning of Love" Year's come and go, and
the sun will have shine upon your morning's over a thousand times Everlasting Love -
that Adam & Eve overlooked because of unbridle feeling's, that told them differently and
this manifested love, when it is found will smile upon you knowingly and with possitive
meaning Ressurrected love onto Heaven(and from the grave) can be seen in the beauty    
of a Dove"Finding True Love".
  


Poem Details | by Lakesisha Johnson |
Categories: black african american, love, heart, woman, women, heart, me, men, red, relationship, women, i love you,

Let's Keep It Real

 It's funny when you just feel like you in this world alone -
Know one understand's you , not even the one's who consider themselves 
to be grown -
Black women a relationship is not about you , one woman -
It's about that woman including that man , united together we stand -
Every arguement is not just the fault of him -
Consider what you did before the arguement and remember 1 of you 
equals 2 for them -
 Know man should put his hand's on a woman as well as know woman 
should put her hand's on a man -
But , in a relationship we should both keep it respective because the outside
line will never understand -
Something that is workable to both of us is over exaggerated by them -
Even though we where both in the fault the outside line only blame's him -
I think that deep down inside every man has some good -
Im in a seat now where the one's you say , are no good once stood -
 I was more than good i was great -
Now, Im trying to keep from tearing down someone else's wall with all 
this hate -
Im a dog because i don't want to throw my heart in -
Rewind my life and sweet heart come again -
Who came up with this rule that he alway's has to lay down the red carpet
for you -
Back in the day's we women where strong and everything that was old to
us was brand new -
 Black women why does jealousy has to be part of your plan in order to get
some attention -
When you get some you don't want it ; sorry to you lady player's that one i had
to mention -
Black women if you feel like you deserve to be treated good than raise your
hand -
Now put your hand's down and look around because that's what it feel's 
like inside of every good man -
 Black men stand up and tell your woman i deserve to be treated good -
Black men tell your woman i love you but , let's make sure that what i said  , is
understood -
Some of us black women need to recognize that in a relationship it's 50% for
you and 50% for me -
If you don't have no 50% than don't expect no red carpet because everything
that you thought was about you include's me -



Poem Details | by Harrison Fairchild |
Categories: black african american, sympathy, uplifting, visionaryme, people, prayer, day, hate, love, me, people,

I Continue to Rise

MAYA ANGELOU INSPIRED ME WITH THE POEM STILL I RISE

I've been judged by the color of my skin
Treated like i'm a nothing,a nobody
Called by many a name:a fool, a nothing,not even a human
But i continue to rise

They hate me for who i am
They try their best to put me down
They try to fill my heart with despair
But yet i still continue to rise

Every chance they get,its to cause me hurt
They look at me like i'm some kind of abomination
They constantly seek my extermination
But i still continue to rise

Do they hate me for just being me
That i don't follow the crowds,or go with their flow
The fact that i'm different from them
The fact that i don't do the same things they do.

And as if that wasn't enough
My own race at times shun me, and criticize each other
Their constanly going against one another,son against father,daughter against mother
Sometimes i feel trapped in this malice
Smothered in this constant hatery of the races
We all must try to seek freedom and redemption
This is why i must continue to rise

I offer prayers to those in need of prayers
I shed a tear for the fallen and broken,watching the tears become a river  
Can you people see this black youth's tears
All i can do now is pray for peace,hope,and better days
In fact,let me say a prayer in hopes of better days
For these reasons i'm gonna continue to rise

I want to say peace and love to people in the east,west,north,and south.
To lift them all out of misery,sorrow,and doubt
R.I.Pand love to those who've come and gone.
Good luck and better days to those who've yet to be born.

R.I.Pto my people who're no longer here.
Love to those who're fighting for a better future
But until the day that i can see you all again
I will continue to live,continue to dream

Through all the pain,sadness,and rain.
The sun will shine one day again.
And we'll hold hands and watch hope rise
Which is why for that I WILL STILL CONTINUE TO RISE..


Poem Details | by Rachelle Hunt |
Categories: black african american, hope, loss, lost love, love, love,

It's been A minute

It's been a minute since I had that real love 
That real touch , That means so much
that is hard to forgetIt's been a minute
since I had a hug that means so much
that melts away a broken heartIts
been a minute since I had a smile that
last for hoursIt's been a minute since
I thought good thoughts about how love 
starts and never endsIts been a minute 
since I laid in some arms that were big and
strong and I know that were I belong
Its been a minute since love was made 
and I was not afraid if I woke up and
was still happy to see you stayIt's been
a minute to know if that its real and that my heart
has finally healed from the pain and the shame
but till then I still feel it will be a minute before
I can heal.


Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: angst, art, black african american, dedication, devotion, rain, love, rain,

OUR MIDNIGHT PLACE

 OUR MIDNIGHT PLACE
As certain as the rains do fall in spring,
will be my love, for you to have and hold,
and know you now--my rain of love will bring
to you, all joy of which all love is told.

No one could ever count the drops that fall,
and so is put together, love for you,
numbers cannot be given them at all,
though put together, one is what will do.

And every single drop adds beauty there
to something we can call a rainy day,
to fill with love, made up, from everywhere,
the drops of life that make love what we say.

Our midnight place, your front porch, dreaming of
each drop of rain that's filled with so much love.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa


Poem Details | by Melinda Anderson |
Categories: black african american, daughter, life, girl, girl, sensual, drug,

Who will Love this Girl

The girl who spent most of her life doing what others expected.
The girl whose good intentions, by others, went undetected.
The girl who saw to it she wouldn't be a statistic.
No children, no drugs, or jail memories to forget.
The girl who didn't fit into any one crowd.
But never minded having those people around.
The girl whose tried relationship, one after the other.
The girl who wants more than just another lover.
The girl who tried hard to get the "American Dream."
Then stopped! Looked around and realized it's not as it seems.
The girl who established herself in this so-called society.
A car, a place, a degree, and yet so much anxiety.
So you ask what's the harm in being alone.
Nothing really till your heart starts to moan.
Moaning for a companion who listens and understands.
Longing for the sensual touch of a real man.
Wanting to be a wife, a mother, and friend.
So who will love this girl, I ask you again?
If no one else will, I'll embrace her to the end!


Poem Details | by Akere Victor |
Categories: art, black african american, education, men, love, men,

Love in Her Nature

Love the oldest,
Love the youngest,
The smallest,
The broadest.

Imperfectly perfect,
Proudly humble.
Endlessly end,
Peacefully troubled.

Quietly lousy,
Uncountable counting.
Pleasurable painful,
Ungainly gainful.

Resurrecting in killing,
Smiling in weeping.
Coming in going,
Abiding in departing.

Truth in lies,
Open-mindedness in sly.
Elevation in humiliation,
Built in destruction.

Unity in separation,
Honesty in temptation.
Standing in tribulation,
Thanking in starvation.

                II

Love a burning fire,
But never to consume.
Even though she wonders,
But she never get confused.

Love is the source of life,
The fountain of light.
Love, so above death.
And she has no end.

The she's highly immortal,
But she in love with the mortal.
She is sane,
But love the insane.
   
She is so peaceful
But she's found in a troublesome place.
So careful,
She sojourns in this careless cave.

In an offensive place to pardon,
In sinful house to forgive.
Descending to comfort the abandoned,
Coming so low for poor to give.

Going blind to see,
Far away to come near.
Hardened heart to believe ,
Becoming deaf to hear.

Pleading in rejection,
Blessing the prosecutor.
Hunted but growing,
Hated but reigning.

Too real to the fools,
Because is so true.
Erred men don't believe its free,
Because is so cheap.

So abundantly, but only few has it.
The people she love are rejecting.
If you find one  you're lucky,
Because she's one blood thing you can't just inherit.

                      My solemnity

Oh! I need you thou love,
I wonder if I can in men find one.
I can trade my eyes for it,
Because I know in her will I clearly see.

Really, men are so many.
But how many can truly love?
Marriage can be done within ten minutes,
But are mostly grounded in lust.

If you say you're true lover,
Show it to many like that pauper.
Don't only love your rich husband,
Show love to your maiden servant.

Preaching and boasting of it on the pulpit,
Have you ever have a meal with the poor?
Show it when sad and when happy,
Accommodate your enemies' daughter and son.

Tis easy to love our family,
That's not in the dictionary of we lovers.
It is easier for us to love the whole country,
And those that has once make us suffer.


Poem Details | by Isioma Esemene |
Categories: black african american, inspirational, introspection, philosophy, snow, life, love, snow,

FOR THE SONS OF MEN

Segun my child! My son!
Soon, the cock will crow at dawn
And the east will showcase the sun
Soon, you will leave my home, 
To found your own
With words of wisdom, you won’t be alone.
Like a mini-skirt, advice is too short
But it covers the body’s vital lot.

Hear me.
Your brother is not your friend,
He is another you, but independent
So your love for one another, allow no dent
For the sons of men…
Every journey far destination brings
Nature presents a transport means
The snow has the snow dogs
The desert has the camels
The long distant road has the horse

Even technology came to aid us
For the road, we have the cars
For the seas and ocean, the ship
For the rail, the train
The sky has the airplane
All, to lead us through our destiny lane

That is it with man’s life and the battle in it
For whatever fate comes to us, so be it
As the future hungers like a wild beast
Likewise on it, your eyes be firmly fixed
Take a deep breath my child, and learn this
Every master was once an apprentice
Be it the prophets or the dentists

Fate is most times very unfair
Be not defeated by the things you saw
For life is more like war
And all is fair in love and war.
But whatever life’s battle you face
Nature will surely with remedy surface.

When you fall or fail
Don’t ceaselessly wail
Inhale…count to ten, and then exhale
Turn stumbling block to stepping stone,
So the builders reject, will be chief cornerstone

Two Demi-gods are on man’s destiny entrance
Their names, Consistency and Perseverance
Segun, to them, you must bow
No matter what, no matter how
On their feet, bring your head down

I know my son, I know,
That adventure is the blood of the youths
But by rushing the moment, the petals are bruised
So, calmly assimilate my child, calm study
For so, Apostle Paul admonished Timothy
Never be the first to hate
But to forgive, be the first and be in haste

My son, all humans can’t love you
If they all do, then they want to kill you
Likewise, all humans can’t hate you
If they all do, then they want the best for you
What people suffer to get, yet you so easily get
That you must never despise
For it is your miracle in disguise

For the sons of men,
Me, myself and I comes first
Don’t follow that context
If you find the opportunity to rule
My son, take the alternative to lead
For where rulers doom, leaders bloom

When fortune knocks on your door,
Be quick to offer him a sit
Use your wisdom and condor
To keep him and give him no exit


Poem Details | by Norey Bailey |
Categories: black african american, friendship, lost love, love, urban, me, love, may, me,

Are we in love?

There are things that I'm going through that no one knows of 

But it’s written on the walls of Egypt
 

I gotta read your phrases like 10 times and I'm not checkin for grammatical 
rhymes

I'm adding up the I love you’s and I wish you were mine’s

I'm trying to keep my eyes from watering because you make me want to erase 
love and start over again

You make me want to re-evaluate the one that I'm with and flip the script

And see if I love me as much as you do

Boy let me tell you.

I love you

There have been days I wanted to call and say just that

But I know there would be more to the story

I couldn’t just tell how much I adore thee

I couldn’t just say it and think that would be it

I know that would be the moment that could make your heart say o’shiit

I need to make this move 

Even though I'm with another dude, 

I love you

Aint the type to break up happy homes

Especially since both of us are trying to prove them wrong

 I don’t want to make a mistake

I don’t want to be the one to walk away from all I know

To fall into the abyss of mystery 

Cause I only know you as a friend you see

Yes it flatters me that your thoughts are tattoos beneath my left breast

Yet I can’t get to that yet

I'm still stuck with your reflection as my shadow in the vanity

I'm still forced to deal with the fact that you may truly love me

Why did I wake up this morning and come to work

Sitting in my office with a hell of a smirk

I can’t even front…

I been goin’ through some shiit and I wanted tell you

But I can’t because there is only so much you can do

You may be my guardian angel 

But it’s gonna take a helluva Monarch to get me through

And trust me I'm not saying you’re not capable 

Let me stop there

We parallel on a plane headed for eternity

I'm the money you are the security

What more do we need to add to this recipe?

O yeah…I guess that would be…u and me.

 


Poem Details | by Lamar Johnson |
Categories: black african american, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, inspirational, love, teen, visionary, prayer,

Untitled

We talk all the time...I trust her
I know she in control, cause that's what she is used to....
If it makes her happy I'll do....
I wish she'll let go and open up....
I know its hard to do after what she's been through...
Man  the way i feel we could make stars fall from the sky....
I think things would change when we meet eye to eye....
Just a week ago I was thugged out.....
But what ever she did brought the soft side out of me....
I hate that.....
But I love her.......
I can always count on her to tell the truth.....
They say the truth hurts.....
Her personality is my band-aid......
I see, hear, and feel her pain even where I cant explain it.....
Friends now, but God holds the future......
My prayer is that she is in God's hands........   


For K.M.W.


Poem Details | by DeVonta Reese |
Categories: black african american, happiness, imagination, life, love, passion, me, me,

LOVE

LOVE being felt caressively,so sexually, 
intimately,intentively makes me feel so 
radical,speaking hypothetical-ly of how it 
makes me feel,

So real,the thrill I always feel,the ideal of me wanting to kiss,

I can't resist what this is, which is you only you.

No one else has made me feel what I felt, 
get me so hot until the point I melt,

I sweat began to pelt upon each other,

There is no other that makes me feel what I 
feel when we together for now until forever.

The LOVE we feel physically, mentally and emotionally.
But just to think I'm only speaking hypthetically.


Poem Details | by James Nichols |
Categories: black african american, inspirational, introspection, love, mystery, passion, song-urban,

The Coal-Est.hot Item

(Inspired by the genius of MsNorey BaileyPlease check her out )

Soulful sista
Strolling in her full spirited stride
Just couldn't hide
From my heart's searching eye's
that I swore I
wouldn't allow to be blinded by this mindless modern day luv no more
Until that particular half second
I wanted to run-------grab her by the hands!!!!!! 
AND......
take her down to see the Reverend

I didn't have any spare time that was to be wasted
Wanted to recycle my trashy reputatation
Strip
      Down         My image                                                                      Un-til- it was raw

So that.....
It could be steamed and not fried
BLESSED
Not viciously devoured
  Hope that I'm a genourous helping
That'll nurture your body and soul
and in no way be unhealthy
One who'd always fill you up, never leave you empty
Be your top and bottom money maker and not once will you ever have to pimp me

Easy to open
Hard to tear apart
I play a game thats not a game & i trump any Player's card
I'm what the mighty-dollar can't buy
And I'm the same thing that stores just don't sale


Poem Details | by Sona Wilae |
Categories: black african american, blue, depression, discrimination, heartbroken, , black love,

My Black

My black bleeds the same color red
My black breaths the same air
My black causes death instead
Of life.
My black should live loud and free
My black is me
My black loves you
My black loves are true.
My black served the same country
Pride.
My black is set aside
Like last nights trash
Yet I ask, does your color
Mean right, and my black
Mean wrong?
What a sad black song.


Poem Details | by Karen Bryson-Lewis |
Categories: black african american, lost love, passion, me, night, me, night,

Contempt Has A Name

I stand naked wrapped only in the truth
you vile, loathsome reptile.
My contempt of you is limitless
as I have been force-fed your hypocrisy.
Your postulations are lost on me
as my insight into your repulsive nature
is exceeded only by the palpable stench of your aura.
Eyes opened to their widest apex,
ridiculously lends support to your “jokerish” 
smile overly exaggerated in a…
Carol Channing kind of muse.
It seems your purse a revolving door
to his wants, has an ideally broken clasp…
Your shoulder, a never ending
tissue to his every sorrow should be waterlogged.
Which stands to reason why your legs
stretched open as wide as the earth’s axis, 
“she-doggedly-in-heat” sniffs attention from him
and remains open like an all night 7-11 just to 
provide “respite” in the name of “friendship”.
You find joy in slinking and scurrying through
the misfortunes and/or gains in our life,
all the while professing your love to him 
and masticating on a stolen covenant
you have orchestrated in destroying.
There is no sector of my day
allowing me peace and escape from your 
treachery and continued debauchery
Your hair once a mousy shade of brown
now waxes blond in your further attempt 
to assure he remains suckled at your breast 
knowing his lust for blond haired, blue eyed
women that are six shades lighter than my ebony hues.
There is though, an appellative to my anguish,
which recoils from my tongue at 
any attempt to voice this rage.
Escalating anger marinates and broils within 
my breast as your ubiquitous presence
in my life has finally left me little strength
and no shelter from the uncloaked
vicious pain searing me to the core
in this deep abyss I have found myself in…
Unleashed fury beckons me, reaching back beyond now 
when day was night and night was only imagined
barely controlling this hate and 
the exigency to extract myself
from this nefarious, cheap, vaudevillian 
show, which no longer can be ratiocinated
through your insipid lies before I...
Can’t imagine your expending this much 
energy with your own household or husband because
you’re always living and breathing in mine!
Contempt has a name…and its malodor is…Linda.


Poem Details | by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: appreciation, black african american, for her, i love you,

CANDICE

                                                    CANDICE

                               Candice your worship is genuine
                               Attentiveness you do reside in
                               Never missing a day of devotion
                               Dedicating loving admiration
                               Inspiring inspiration prayers
                               Coveting scriptures and hymns
                               Enchanting beauty God's daughter

                                         ..>alas my love allow me to take thee to the altar<

                                                 7/4/18
                     written  words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018


Poem Details | by Melanie Fields |
Categories: black african american, loss, lost love, love, sad, song-heart, pain, heart,

The Gift

I never had the chance to look into your eyes,
I guess you felt so much pain that you tried to hide,
All this love I was to give, it hurt my heart you lived,
For just a little while, The Gift, my only child,
Wish I could take back every thought that was against you,
Felt like it was my fault, I was stressin, I had issues,
The tissue, keep it comin, My tears they steady runnin,
This aint no normal something, through loss Im steady hummin.
mmmh, mmmh, mmmh,
mmmh, mmmh, mmmh,
I only see you when I look at photographs,
You came with much pain so we never had some laughs,
I was trying to get ready for you, so I could be a better woman,
But instead my heart grew heavy because, my gift, took his lil' lovin,
I know you are not alone, so many have gone on,
But mommas strong, and daddies gone...
To you this is my song....


Poem Details | by India Howell |
Categories: black african american, lost love, love, teen, me, love, me,

Not Knowing

I know I made a mistake
a mistake that I cannot change
but I did it unknowing
not knowing the consequences
and there are many of them
not knowing I will lose you forever
and never be in your arms again
not knowing you wouldn't want me back
after all the times I've tried
not knowing I would feel so much pain
my heart aches and yearns for your love
not knowing I would lay crying so many nights
my eyes and head hurting from so many tears
not knowing you would move on
you no longer want me you like someone else
not knowing you wouldn't love me anymore
I still love you and always will

I hate what I did
not knowing the consequences