black african american, caregiving, celebration, character, dedication, inspirational love, technology,
by James Edward Lee Sr. |
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 Andrea Dietrich |
Across the rink that winter evening stood,
against a wall, a rose, in freezing cold.
So striking in her pose, beneath her hood
two cheeks had stolen glow from sunshine’s gold.
Upon this diamond bloom he cast his eyes;
released his hockey stick and ran to greet
his shining rose, by far his sweetest prize
and comfort in the times of his defeat.
And as he came to her, she did not stir
until the crunch of feet on snow she heard.
She limped on damaged legs toward him, a blur
she viewed through lenses thick. . . “Hello,” she slurred.
No limits hold true love. He took his gem,
and held in warm embrace that flower’s stem.
For PD's "A True Love Poem" Poetry contest
by A.E. Rivenbark |
Gasoline lips fueled our adenosine kisses
filling up on whiskey and cigarette wishes
your rubber met my asphalt, land mines
dodging, heaving blame on both fault lines
worn the tread off our poor tired hearts
trading each other for cheap spare parts
Revving my engines under a new hood
Stick shift ready,I'll grind his gears good
by Paul Callus |
An archer from Sherwood made shooting an art
Persuaded the wealthy from surplus to part.
He fell for a maid at first sight
But fearing to tell her outright
Enlisted friend Eros to capture her heart.
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Limerick 3 Contest
Hosted by Joseph May
© 31st January 2019
by Caren Krutsinger |
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,
If I had to choose Robin Hood, Robinson Crusoe or Peter Pan?
What a quandary.
What a plight.
I truly do not think I can.
I will never grow up, so I have the Peter Pan part down, furiously.
I have always yearned for my own island, and a giant tree house, curiously.
Wouldn’t I love to steal from the rich who have already stolen from the poor?
This choice cannot be done. I need a part of all of them, forever more.
by carmen perry |
black-african amergirl, girl,
Hey little black girl keep your head up and walk proud the ghetto cant break you
and the hood cant make you who you are stay storng little black girl keep faith walk
the walk of proud sisters talk the talk of black queens a man cant define you and a
man cant break you hey little black girl only the strong survive like the color of your
skin that runs like the blood in your body deep like the waves in your hair look up
little black girl you only have to be you not them they or he can change that no
tears little black girl your beautiful you'll see love yourself first and others will follow
by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
fantasy, romance, time,
If I could travel back in time I would
Return to the great age of chivalry
To meet Sir Lancelot and Robin Hood
In Merry Old England is where I'd be
I would raise my sword for all that is good
And kiss the hand of my fair lady
To scale the castle wall with the moon above
Just to spend a night in the arms of my love
by DILLON OLLIVIERRE |
love, women, women,
WHY DO WOMEN LIE
THEN TRY TO HIDE IT MOST OF THE TIME
GOD WHY CAN'T WOMEN SPEAK THEY MIND
STOP IDLE AND EVEN STOP THE LIE
THEY SAY ONE THING
THEN THEY LIE AND CHANGE IT
MEN CAN'T LIVE WITH WOMAN
WHO CAN'T FIT INTO THE HONESTY HOOD
WE WANT OUR WOMAN TO BE STRAIGHT
DON'T LIE TO US WHEN IT'S LATE
MEN COULD FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE
BUT WE AINT WANT ANYBODY CALL US LIAR
GOD PLEASE LIFT THIS CURSE FROM WOMAN
HELP THEM TO PATTERN THY LIFE AFTER AN HONEST SOMEONE
by Afua Yeboah-Antwi |
food, children, happiness, love,
Candy its yummy
It tastes so good
When it enters my tummy
I will love to give some to robin hood
You can get cavities
But its worth eating
Cavities hurt so much you cant do activities
Then you start mistreating
Candy just melts slowly in mouth
Everytime you think about why it melts you get the chills
Then you think about heading to south
To go to Beverly hills
I've said this before
And now i'm going to explore
by njeri hunjeri |
appreciation, dedication, mother, mother daughter, mothers day,
In my heart, rests the nest
the taste of my pride
the need of my love
And the beauty of my thought.
In all ways I try to discover
to reveal the mystery cone
Which strings us together?
Which like mud moulds us as one?
What can I say for mama,
for her role in my growth
for her life-hood instructions
Which today has made me I?
No eye can catch that sight
No arm can hold that nature
No ear can get that tune
for mama is everything………..
the only gift of life
Which everything is blessed with.
Written between 2000-2003
Just the young thoughts of the young mind
by TAMMY REAMS |
baby, birth, daughter, dedication, innocence, love, mother daughter,
Enchanting she will be everyone will want to embrace
Miracle from God above a touch of his grace
Memorizing eyes as she focuses upon her mothers face
Angelic halo she will wear to keep her safe and of a strong faith
Rock her gently and sing a sweet lullaby of praise
Years of love you both will give her can never be erased
Love has brought her here to this very special place
Embrace her and hold her dear like a soft interlace
Experience the joy of mother hood never forgetting her birthplace.
Dedicated to a very dear friend: Crystina
T Reams copyright 2015
by ALUPOGUN-IRAN ADEOLU |
At the dusk of the day,
When all souls sojourn the dream land
The 'hood deserted
And the path grimy
While the arctic nurtures my skin
I care not for myself
Deferring all thought
I walk the soggy valley to pluck a rose
Just for u!
Returning; the leaves
Clap in victory
The moon glows in sheer pride
So the trees dance gallantly
All to hail a hero;
More so; all for you
I thirst for this tick
Patiently relishing it
Living the beacon’s light
Just at its crescendo
It comes a stillbirth
Why haven’t I known?
It isn’t for you
• ODODO means Rose in Yoruba Language
by arthur vaso |
angel, appreciation, butterfly, destiny, hope, love, philosophy,
by Ovidiu Bocsa |
allegory, childhood, death, dream, happiness, heaven, history, hope, life, love, miracle, on writing and words, peace, people, philosophy, hope,
They ride the good dragon-cloud towards warm light
While wistful wind was a wrongdoer on the hollow hill
Wrapped woven from the wounds and wrath`s night,
The wood will wear white woolly witness of the windmill.
Hoarfrost hitch-hikes and hoists with hoarse hood,
Drumming beat of hobble of the army`s fatal feet,
Far away from the glow-worms of their childhood;
Friends fumble the glassware where they might meet.
Falteringly frogs of fancy jump towards the lake’s glass;
Orphan souls sit on the steps of hope in winter`s time
They scrutinize the frozen sky of hope to find the rhyme
Of the verse from the other side they want to happily pass.
by Ngoc Nguyen |
friendship, god, heaven, love, philosophy, relationship, woman,
To love or not to love a woman? Which
is better? To love and love well is good
so long they who love love without falsehood
as their twain hearts so compel and make rich
love's treasures. As friend, she's best: never pitch
a lady-friend into a lover, should
her all precious friendship and lady-hood
be injured and make her a hateful witch.
But, alas, to love God is best! Not I,
but the aims of this life and Destiny
make it so that men like me must decry
love's ambit for a life of poverty.
Although, if God wills it, love will find me
in heaven's field,--in heaven's golden lea!
by Katherine Stella |
adventure, art, childhood, education, children, funny, history, imagination, inspirational, places, seasons, uplifting, visionary,
In forest you'll hear squak squak squak
May capture bears play
Or foxes ****-eyed walk walk walk
Down by waters bay
High in trees you'll hear owls owls owls
Just more feathered friends
But I love water fowls fowls fowls
So let's not this end
Miss Hood cried big bad wolf wolf wolf
I just stared and laughed
Seeing deer prints from hoofs hoofs hoofs
Think she's needs skunks bath
As many stanzas as you like.The last 3 words of each 8 syllable line are the same, to create the echo. These can be 1 or 2 syllable words, so long as the line is 8 syllables long. Syllable Count......188.8.131.52. etc.
Rhyming Sequence.......a.b.a.b. c.d.c.d. e.f.e.f. etc.
by Katie Christian |
death, feelings, grandfather, hero, loss, love,
He was there
When no one else was,
And he held me when I cried.
He acted as the Robin Hood
That watched over my life.
He laughed with me when I was happy,
And made me laugh when I was sad.
He was the best thing that I ever had.
My grandfather, Mr.Robin Hood shall I say,
Was something very rare,
And now he's way up there,
Acting as the Robin Hood
Of my life.
by gail smith |
what happened to the days of old
Where life was more presious than gold
What happened to playing in the streets
Where the kids from the neighbour hood would meet
what happened to the long bike hikes
where picking berries for our nanna that she so likes
What happened to the hottie's she put in our beds
where she kept them hot every hour till we rested our heads
What happened to the days of unlocked doors
Where fear didn't seep into your pause
what happened to the days of babies being born
where laughter and love and family are not torn
what happened to the positive life
where once apon a time things were nice
by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr |
some like it big
and love wigs
well am from the hood
like the to watch these tools
by Teddy Kimathi |
deep, imagery, joy, life, love, soulmate, true love,
We were strangers at first,
wandering into the misty limbo of single-hood.
We had before vowed never to love again,
for it hurt much worse than waxing.
Our loveless vows ended the moment we met!
Now, we are glued to each other like tattoos!
We think the same, feel each other's thoughts,
text the same time, sense each other's emotions...
I breath in what's yours, and breath out what's mine;
I keep you in my lungs.
We kiss for hours; you keep my taste on your tongue.
Your laughter, smile and eyes keep playing in my mind
like a projector left running overnight.
We are stuck in Love....
by Oliver Liore |
With pale skin and eyes of green,
From two perspectives, he can be seen.
Hood of black and cape that is fine,
through hearts and souls of evil, he dives.
With arrows of justice and truth he fling,
Cutting through air, the arrows will sing.
From one side he fears and love those who save,
from another he loathes and despises them the same.
Living two lives, one truth and one lie,
which one will stay and which one will die?
Only one life can commit and thrive,
the other must vanish and one must survive.
To look back at darkness and forward at light,
A raven, an owl and a hawk, he'd fight.
But which shall he pick, which fate will he choose?
Hero or zero, what life will he lose?
by Pandora Box |
angst, emotions, loss, lost love, love, lust, sad love, sensual, sexy,
We spoke of a special connection;
of trust, friendship and sharing;
of spending time together;
of exploration and daring;
of tongues dancing entwined;
of sharing a unique bond;
of hands finding each other;
of skinny-dipping in a pond;
of kissing and caressing my breasts;
of coating them in cum;
of licking and stroking your ****;
of finding new kinds of fun;
of opening my **** to you;
of together making ****;
of ****ing on the hood of the car,
at sunset or at dawn;
I wanted to face all this
You did, too -
With some-one else.
***8 September 2013
by Richard Gumede |
fantasy, funny, heartbreak, heartbroken, nonsense, sad love,
His appearance seemed just so tough
Yet he was just all cool not rough
The great man was well in good mood
Parading that his life was good
From him everyone received enough
Like Santa Claus pleasing the hood
Then some whores saw him as a mug
Because to all he gave a hug
Started they to inflict him pain
Their love he was not going to gain
They consoled him with just a rug
As the evening started the rain
Then he became just reticent
Like he was all that innocent
He started to think about Rome
Thinking, there he would feel at home
He knew the old city is decent
To hide for a time in any dome
by tara jennings |
daughter, death, faith, life, love, me, mother, son,
My child hood is slipping away from me
my memories fading in light of new.
Parts of me still lost in loam
searching for your face in fading grey.
All I have left of you is me.
All I have left of your words
are imprinted in my soul
so that when despair at our seperation
becomes to great
I can hold, caress, and run them through my mind
like the silk of the blanket you wrapped me in
and put around my shoulders
to look in the water
and find your eyes
and see you
by nastoshia siedlecki |
depression, i love you,
Hey buddy your such the best
Oh my God he or she is such a pest
ah ha wow u are so funny I love you
err ****ing annoying twerp, I hate you
Don't worry I am here for you whenever you need to vent
What a total loser he or she needs to go get bent
You look really good
That is the ugliest hood
I would never lie to you or do anything to hurt you behind your back
Shh..don't tell her or him I did this I don't want them to get up and pack
I'm cool, I'm an idol, I'm everything you'll ever need
just Give me your heart you'll never be lost and why, because I'm FAKE