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Poem Details | by Daniel Human |
Categories: africa, death, irony, technology,

The plague in Spain is carried mostly by a plane

Isn’t it ironic?
That the plague called the bubonic
Killed the man but not the rat
And did not even kill the cat
That caught and killed the guilty rat

Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of the electronic
Ebola is running unabated
It’s deathly thirst left quite unslated
Just like the plague as earlier stated

Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of progress so terrific
A plague is not spread by a rat
Nor by bat and not by cat
But by technology - imagine that!


Poem Details | by Keith Trestrail |
Categories: africa, death,

An African Tale

broke is the spirit
and turgid the belly's bloat
with no tears to cry -
she is at her point of death
and a part of us will die



     March 2015

Poem Details | by Harambe In Heaven |
Categories: africa, america, angel, betrayal, black african american, death, murder,

A Dirge For Harambe

Something Wrong,
I Hold My Head,
Harambe Gone,
Gorilla Dead.

Poem Details | by William Keane |
Categories: africa, animal, bereavement, death, deep, emotions,

An Elephant's tears

An Elephant weeps,
Takes small steps with heavy feet,
Slowly moving on.


Poem Details | by Chris T Isaacs |
Categories: absence, africa, bereavement, death, death of a friend, heartbroken,

Tribute to Child of Africa

With the setting of your young soul the sun rose
Forever gone home a place of rest.

But in our hearts your memories will live
And your short stay will forever be cherished.

We will miss you today, tomorrow will never change
For our hearts your soul has touched.

Like a lonely bird a sad song we shall sing
In dawn and in dusk your presence will live.

Until we meet again, rest in peace child of Africa
For dust we are and to dust we shall return.

Poem Details | by millard lowe |
Categories: africa, black african american, children, death, faith, simile, war,

CRY THE BELOVED CONTENENT


     CRY THE BELOVED CONTINENT…
     (Apropos The Ripping Veil of Pan-Africanism)

In all her blackness
her soils run red
with the blood of her children

Whose bloated bellies
mock the pregnancy
of liberty

And her breasts
sag in union
with faces 
of hopeless hopefulness;

While hollowed eyes 
of mourners
gaze into the wholeness
of nothing---

Smiling death stalks
the narrowing corridors of
life---echoing souring laughs
to virgin wombs
screaming from the shadows
of the valley of death:

But believe brethren---
mock not the gods---
keep plodding;
for in the theism 
of this imposed dystopia, 
a wretched mother
tenaciously clings to time
and history.

Poem Details | by Rodgers Roger |
Categories: africa, death,

Madiba Is Dead: Nelson Mandela

Giant of justice has visited Baba Umkulukulu
The lion that gave in to wolves like sheep
To be sheered for our own freedom has died 
Father of the black and white
Mentor and hero of freedom
Our own Madiba has died  
Anti apartheid hero sleeps with grey hair
As we dress in sackcloth to mourn the great Lion
Rolihlahla Son of Thembu has rested 
Though We mourn millions with pain
But for the son of Xhosa
We pray for 
Instead of mourning 
We praise
Praise our own
Rest in peace Mandela

Poem Details | by KAYOD5 Kayode |
Categories: africa, betrayal, corruption, death, depression, poverty, power,

ROTS IN HIGH PLACES

Their eyes oases,
How  shock they bury in tons-
Rots in high places

Poem Details | by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: abuse, africa, conflict, dark, death, sun, tree,

Ethiopian Sun

            Ethiopian Sun

My first born son, Bon, died today in my arms
Thin arms, swollen stomach, flies touching
The cold glazed eyes of his tiny body
My tears can’t save him
Quench what was thirst
Or wash away the sins of living
He will never know to read or write
He did not know the name of his own land
And killer Ethiopian sun
Which he just died under
Or his sister, sweet Biny
Who lost her life at the hands
Of the bandit war lords Marxist Berg
I laid her ravaged body down under sun and dying
Endangered Hagenia Abyssinica tree  
With no hope in Ethiopia  
Soon, all would be gone

9/23/14 Free Verse Poem- Poetry Contest

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

Poem Details | by Nurudeen Olaniran |
Categories: africa, business, corruption, discrimination, eulogy, violence, voice,

Haiku 16: Bokoharam

'Boko Haram' is not an enemy.
It's a subject in an economy
of a corrupt country.

Poem Details | by Kolawole Owoigbe |
Categories: adventure, africa, black african american, class, color, community, education, emotions, evil, fairy, good night, goodbye, hope, identity, image, imagery, imagination, inspirational, irony, memory, mystery, poetry, political, poverty, remember, repetition, sad, satire, sympathy,

Boat Of Poverty

Why this boat?
Could it be boat of destitution?
Conveying Epidemics, Hunger, Rags,
Malnutrition and Illiteracy.

Descend from me!
Banish from my world!
You cursed word!
You that called education a"Privilege"!
Patrimony of ghetto!

W.H.O called you "Lion of Africa",
U N called you "Agenda ".
Predicament to black,
Livelihood to white.

Harking to conviction,
Capsize and rise no more.
For "Black Rose" to smile again
On the land of plenty.

Poem Details | by Mark Taylor |
Categories: africa, courage, dark, death, depression, forgiveness, growth, hate, hope, murder, strength, tree, truth,

hanging around

as the wind blows south
the poplar tree saps black blood
soaked are roots with pride

Poem Details | by Rodgers Roger |
Categories: africa, death, racism, violence, war,

Samba Samba

The roaring gun that knew no owners
The ghost incarnated in a metal 
groaning in the Pearl of Africa
Terminating the blood f cattle keepers
Hurtling the flesh of land tillers 
Tormenting landless hunters
Scaring away lions of Mburo
And leaving Mbarara homeless 

Samba Samba
The gun of a dictator
The gun that killed Ugandans
The gun that liberated Ugandans
The gun that we know better
As close friend and closest enemy 
The gun we still carry


Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: abuse, africa, bereavement, humanity,

Africa Dream

      AFRICA DREAM
In hunger's bloat and nagging pain,
the tropic heat and burning rain,
in sight of all the world that cries,
where hope is dead or soon it dies,
their fight is for an ounce of grain.

Death takes the innocents it finds,
and leaves a blanking of the minds,
they dare not love for love is dead,
deep in their hearts they cry instead,
but these are tears of other kinds.

All empty tears, and shackled by
what hope there is; it's but to die;
before another bloody dawn,
and forced to know that life goes on,
beyond the reasoning of why.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Poem Details | by Dennis Broe-Ward |
Categories: abuse, africa, animal, beautiful, crazy, death of a friend, family,

WHY

The Asian Tiger walks deaths bed, a tenuous thread, 
Shaming us standing ones with maggots in our heads.
The African Rhino and Elephant walk their likewise fate, 
Valued by us as horny dust, adornments for human plates.
It will always forever amaze me, when too late we always say, 
What we regret most in this life... is the treasure we abused on the way.

Poem Details | by richard nnoli |
Categories: africa, bereavement, courage, desire, growing up, metaphor,

When is the time

   
         When is the time 
When is the time for unity
I feel may be not too sooner 
Not Until we place love above all
Known as God

When is the time for peace 
I feel may be not yet now 
As it is 
our ignorance is like 
A wall in between the space 
Of our joy from love 

When is the time for joy 
Not until all human are 
Equal as one in love.

When is the time for love
I wish as I write
The time is now
For until then 
The world will finally 
Find here on earth the long
Awaited heaven.

Poem Details | by IRON BENDER |
Categories: africa, anger, anxiety, crazy, death,

BOKO HARAM


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Bandits Boko Haram, notorious religious discriminators
Organized by the so called defenders of Allah,
Killing and maltreating of human beings and
Opposing to modern civilization and human rights

Hell and the burning fire shall be your dwelling, for 
All shall be judged by the Almighty God;
Rapists and kidnappers without faith and honor
Aboubakar Shekau and his infidel notorious gang,
May Allah pardon them for their unpardonable sins.
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Poem Details | by IRON BENDER |
Categories: adventure, africa, betrayal, death, education, grave, hate,

THE BLIND MAN OF TOUGAN

 
A blind man fell into a pit
In a public garden in Tougan
Can I pull you out? 
Shouted a passer-by
No! He shouted and screamed and lamented;
I prefer starving to death in this pit.
Why not jump out and save your life?
No! B’cos I have loved without obtaining love.
Don’t you know Mr. Blind man! 
That Love is blind?
Yes! Love is blind,
But the blind is not loved.
So I have chosen intentionally 
To end my life in this pit,
When he was rescued by the police
He cursed and promised to kill the constable
Who pulled and forced him out.
This blind man,
Is a crazy blind man of Tougan.



Poem Details | by KAYOD5 Kayode |
Categories: africa, art, bereavement, celebrity, child, daughter, death,

I MOURN WITH YOU PROFESSOR

I MOURN WITH YOU PROFESSOR
Shadow and mirage are thesame;
The former is never a substance
And the latter never an oasis.
But the death of a child is both:
Hope is dashed and respite betrayed
Leaving only behind the pain of rising utility
That often comes from the nostalgia of reality...
I mourn with you Professor.

Poem Details | by KAYOD5 Kayode |
Categories: africa, bereavement, nonsense,

Luck in Chibuk

#BringBackOurGirls



They danced upon their blood
as they crushed their tender bones
like a nut eater breaking the seeds 
and when they sucked their marrow
which moved them like laughing-gas
like ashen jackas they laughed
and exposed their bloody fangs.
They gyrated upon their blood,
sang sonorously on bestial podium;
happy at the sight of their daggers
with which they murdered the falconets;
and when asked why they gored the young,
the eagles must feed on the brood they replied; 
and to the Chiboks they said: what a goodluck!

Poem Details | by Ajala Samuel Akindele |
Categories: adventure, africa, black african american, creation, culture, eulogy, freedom,

Culture

The belief of the soul;
Culture is dynamic
It is the spouse of tradition(coinage)
Culture is life and
High influence of the nation.

Culture those not entice
Superiority among negro
Nor inferiority.
Culture created us equally
But the head determines.
Culture is virginity
Keep yourself safe!

Culture;
Nor racial discrimination,
Nor violence and
Nor religion common
To cultureis the globe
And the outerpart.

Culture is unique!
Culture is different!
Culture is pride!
Culture is not wealth
Nor abject poverty.
God is culture?
We are all one”says” culture




Poem Details | by IRON BENDER |
Categories: africa, creation, death,

EBOLA


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Ending the life of the innocents   
Both sexes and ages you destroy, to
Offer widows and inconsolable orphans;
Lamentation and mourning to my motherland
Africa
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Poem Details | by millard lowe |
Categories: africa, allegory, analogy, bereavement, betrayal, daughter, simile,

Of Daughters And Aborted Liberties

      Of Daughters and Aborted Liberties…
My ravished womb drips
precious blood of incestuous rape;
the ghosts of my daughters scream
from shared graves
marked with vaginal blood
shed by sons drunk
on the wine of intoxicating power.

Mislead adolescent warriors
fan holocaust embers
scorching time tested hopes
gone to ashes
as death winds strike chimes
of ebony genocide;
and the cradle and the grave
stand juxtaposed to each other.

My desperate screams
reverberate off once listening ears
and ricochet into the void silence
of a newsworthy footnote:
caught in the cobwebs of history
my aborted blood of liberty flows
like the meandering Nile.

Poem Details | by Wol Bol |
Categories: addiction, africa, black african american, body, care, fantasy, grief,

Keel

I understand and respect the way you feel.
I know a desire to be sexy is your freewheel.
you eat once a day ....since May you never betray.
keep holding on just for more few days and you will be a keel.
 by: 2clean #Limerick