Love Poems About Black African American or Black African American Love Poems
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 movies. The
boy sensed there was
something wrong because of the painful
silence they shared between them
that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over
because she wanted to talk. She 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 street. He swerved
right into the drivers seat, killing the boy.
Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she
pulled it out & read it.
"Without your love, I would die."

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
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
together, my warrior
We make One

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
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.

by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: black african american, caregiving, celebration, character, dedication, inspirational love, technology,

Garrett a Morgan


GARRETT A. MORGAN birth outside Paris, Kentucky
Inventor of Smoke hood model day respirator
Hair straitening combs, stop lights
Things for sewing machines
Yes! Mr. Morgan invented that

by James Edward Lee Sr.

by Devonta Reese |
Categories: black african american, happiness, imagination, life, love, passion, me, me,


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.

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

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

by Norey Bailey |
Categories: art, black african american,


my favorite color
love it like a motha fuq-a

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

by Djeli Forchion |
Categories: black african american,


At this moment I sit and reflect,
so much water has flowed under the bridge,
so much life has been lived,
triumphs, successes, vitories, wins,
pain, frustrations, upsets and defeats,
I am here and more than the sum of my parts
I have lived, i have loved, I have broken hearts,
so much like the onion there is more of me with every peel,
once the peeling is done I will need time to heal.
send prayer, send healing, send chocolate, send love,
most importantly send the love,
while I sit here and reflect.

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



                               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<

                     written  words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018

by Djeli Forchion |
Categories: black african american,


Sit in silence,
Listen to the universe sing your praise,
Be still,
The entirety of life has choreographed a dance for you,
Inhale the elixir of life,
Envelope yourself in love,
Just be emerged in the love that eternity has bequeathed you.

by Kewayne Wadley |
Categories: black african american, books, longing, love, together,


And there began our oral history.
Removed from text, living and breathing.
Passed back and forth between lips. 
I myself a promise, her oath.
The anxious lump that hesitates in the back of the throat.
The inner most of courage exchanged in deep sigh.
Finding it impossible to hold on to my own words.
I hold on to hers, and it is within this freedom am I truly free.
Without confines to anything, other than ourself.
That we find influence from events current and past. 
Well dressed in each others lips.
We both fold the page.
In exception to our next breath

by Larrinita Starks |
Categories: black african american, faith, fantasy, children, hope, love, passion, sympathy, child, child, me,

I Am a Black Child

i am a black child
who always stand strong
who's been through thick and thin 
sometimes right,sometimes wrong
but no matter what  i continue strong
i've fought the rain and ready 4 the storm

i am a black child 
on my shoulder u can lean
i know what i know,butw do u know what  i mean
it's me who will always be a friend
u may hurt me on the outside,but not deep withine 

i am a black child
and yeah i love it,black beautiful,and strong
and not ashamed of it
now heres the time 4 everyone to see
i am a black child a black child that's me

by larrinita starks .......

by Victor Bun |
Categories: angel, anniversary, beautiful, beauty, birthday, black african american, boyfriend, brother, business, caregiving, childhood, christian, christmas, dedication, easter, family, father, flower, friendship, girl, girlfriend, graduation, grandmother, happiness, happy, home, hope, husband, inspirational, life, love, memory, mother, passion, people, pets, relationship, romance, romantic, rose, seasons, social, success, thank you, wedding,

Once Again Thank You

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

by Oshanel Eppes |
Categories: black african american, love,


Girl, your melanin is POPPIN’
You woke up like that
You’re flawless
Yo’ skin is mixed with caramel and chocolate
As dark as night
Or as light as honey
Yo’ hair is so big and curly
You turn heads when you come into a room
Everyone becomes blinded by your glory
You’re feeling yourself…
Feeling your melanin
You are magical
You walk with an air of confidence
One that no one can deny
Erykah, Lauryn, Sade
Nicki, Rihanna, Beyoncé
Taught us self-respect
Taught us never to settle for less
Taught us to love ourselves
To love our melanin

by Djeli Forchion |
Categories: black african american, love,


Our experiences are similar,
My words sound like yours, 
Your scars look like my wounds,
A smile we share in passing, 
My pain knows your pain,
And yet we still love.

by Thomas Swist Jr |
Categories: black african american, inspirationaleaster, easter,

What Easter Means To Me

What Easter means to me
Is down in my heart
The story all about Jesus
It's told from the start

How He rose that great morning
And rolled away the stone
He did it for us all
And did it all alone

Showing all His love
When He got up that great day
As He promised that He would
He'd have it no other way

So there we have it my friends
Because we all are set free
And everyone surely knows
What Easter means to me.

by Iger Rolyat |
Categories: bereavement, black african american, death, funeral, inspiration, life, loss,


Saw us come, watched us grow
Will witness the day we must go...on
Saw us through the wounds we beared
Shared the tears we shed
For all we cared...
Lent us smiles that warmed our hearts
Never asked to be repaid
Like Mother's love 
Gives and gives...
Nurtures all we are
Like Father's foresight
Knows that day must come
When days must end.

Copyright 2016   Iger Rolyat   All Rights Reserved

by Carolyn Dye |
Categories: black african american, inspirational, love, me,

My Love Runs Deep

My love for you is deeper than the longest river. Higher than the lowest valley. my love runs so far and wide I'm scared of our love sometimes. For only God's hand on us can make me feel both blessed and in disbelief. My love runs deep wanting and waiting for your return to me from along hard day's work. My lovenever changes nor will I ever judge. My love runs deep from here to eternity, my freind, lover, and destiny. my love runs deep.

by Emmanuel Bassey |
Categories: adventure, black african american, character, community, environment, hero, symbolism,

The Heart of a Volunteer

I realize that I had the 
most steady heart
the heart of him who thinks of you
to continue to help with a
 sense of loyalty
even if it is just a dream

I realize that I had the 
Most creative heart
the heart of him who write to volunteers
to continue to show care with a
sense of loyalty
Even if "a caring heart" is just a dream.

I realize that I had the
Most sweetest heart 
the heart of him who shares
to continue to love with a 
sense of loyalty
Even if he is in love with a dream.

by Miguel Edwards |
Categories: black african american, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion, wife

African Violet

I see you in the wind
Subtle, beautiful
The sun captures you, 
from bloom to stem
Your dark attraction is intoxicating
Various shades you are,
Blue-violet, fuschia and pink
My favorite
The wind teases your petals,
Your color is rich,
Your petals are your crown
Where did you come from?
Usam Basa mountains of Kenya or Tanzania?
What do they call you?
They call you “Blue Boy”, but I like
“Pink Beauty”
I pluck you, and touch your petals…softly
Teasing the rim ever so gently
Let me plant you in my garden
Let my water flow around you, 
In you, to nurture you

by Jacqueline R. Mendoza |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, black african american, bridal shower, caregiving, celebrity, childhood, christian, cousin, daughter, death of a friend, devotion, education, environment, father daughter, first love, flower, children, for her, kids, how i feel, little sister, me, mom, mother, native american, nostalgia, people, poets, school, spiritual, student, woman, women, work,

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself

by Thomas Swist Jr |
Categories: black african american, wifeme, me,

Her Dimples Made Me Smile

Her dimples made me smile
When I looked at her face
Because of the way she was
Having style and so much grace

The way she made me feel
Made my heart skip a beat
And just to look at her
Really knocked me off my feet

Oh yes I fell in love
With those dimples the other day
And they are so special
There's just no other way

First I'm thankful to God
Cause I know I'm His child
For blessing me with Joyce
Her dimples made me smile.

by Isaac Addison |
Categories: art, black african american, passion, me,

Inside the African Pot

In her eyes i saw me,
the very inner man that vanished from this earth,
here i am laughing from the depth of my very soul,
unearthing the spirit that was covered with a pot.
tell me my love, to whom do i owe this gratitude
when the hunter now hunts with his catapult
the gun then becomes bored to shame.

the days of the hamattan ceased to flourish
the moment of endless rain is dew
when we will cover our lonely bodies with garments
that are made of sacks of gold dusts,
and lie solemnly in our huts
waiting to see tomorrows face.

tell me my pot of gold
to whom do i owe this gratitude,
that has shielded my feet with sandals,
quenched my belly with food
tell me! so i may praise aloud.

by Christina Holmes |
Categories: angel, baby, beautiful, beauty, birth, birthday, black african american, children, christian, daughter, dedication, faith, for her, hope, innocence, joy, little sister, love, miracle, mom, mother, mother daughter, my child, my children, poetry, religious, sweet,


Priceless pearl
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel

Heaven sent
Angelic countenance
Beauty so pure

Lovely daughter
your character delights
my devotion forever

Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
the moment
first squeezed my finger