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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 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."


Poem Details | by Rene' Brady |
Categories: black african american, brother, confusion, death, depression, devotion, family, forgiveness, music, people, sad, sympathylife,

Moon Walk on Your Grave

Moon Walk on Your Grave

A life begun in stardom,
now, ending up in shame.
Relentless media, cruel world,
who then is there to blame.

A sadness inside,
no tears on your face.
The pain all but over,
mass confusion erase.

In wonder we watch,
can a life be explained?
Can't surface your agony,
under facade you remained.

Let's focus on the talent,
musical joy that you gave.
In peace now I pray,
moon walk on your grave.

© Rene' Brady 2009

Poem Details | by millard lowe |
Categories: allegory, analogy, black african american, eulogy, imagery, inspirational, remembrance day,

Standing At The Mountain

Standing at The Mountain

There stood the great mountain—
A Sisyphean challenge;
A Job’s journey;
A deferred dream’s destiny;
Indeed, a Draconian feat.

But there also stood the dreaming King;
Tutored prodigy of the King of Kings;
With eyes stayed on the prize,
He smiled at death with God sent eyes.

Yes, the King is dead 
But we’re looking ahead!

We are the dream’s vision;
Our children—its reality;
Jacob’s ladder rises before us;
Let’s get to climbing!

“Only the dreamer dies…”

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, angst, anxiety, black african american, death, imagery,

To Sever And Protect



When a black man has a knee pressed against his throat police brutality has no known antidote. He can't breathe, cut no slack. Though obviously choking, they ignored his plea and the cop kept pressing his full weight on that knee. His hands cuffed in the back. People watched in horror as his life was snuffed out all they could do for George Floyd was stand there and shout. He died ‘cause he was black. (Tail-Rhyme Stanza) 05/30/2020 Triple Stanza Couplet Tail-Rhyme Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Charles Messina


Poem Details | 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 ....... 

Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: angst, black african american, confusion, death, depression, devotion, fear, history, life, loss, political, sorry, war,

THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN

      THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN     
        February 13, 1945
Pathfinders lit the night to show the way
for bombardiers too hungry for the word;
as Dresden's dark was made as light as day,
all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard;

and as the din was heard by all their ears
the sound it made was not reality
but far removed from all the hopes and fears
and what they thought would never come to be.

They loved the Fuhrer--sin enough for all
to die the fiery death of sweet revenge
brought on by those who had enough of gall
to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge!

       And when the fire consumed all that it could
        the winter of their lives was understood.

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: black african american, business, death, life, loss, people, places, war

Blood Diamonds

A stone so beautiful
The gem of gems
This carbon icon
A girls best friend
 
In many a place mined
All legal and right
To be marketable
To be pretty in sight
 
On our Jewellery do we wonder
Where ours come from
Is this splendid stone
From a war torn wrong
 
Most are credited
From a reliable source
But when it comes to money
Many mined by force
 
The Kimberley Process was put in place
To audit diamonds, and to trace
As for the many souls, who lose their lives
What a price to pay, for Blood Diamonds
 
 

Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allegory, america, angel, 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, body, books, boyfriend, car, celebration, childhood, children, city, class, computer, conflict, dad, emotions,

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Poem Details | 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


Poem Details | by Jasmine K |
Categories: abuse, black african american, boat, death, pain, sea, slavery,

Silent Cries

Taunting phantoms butcher his coloured back,
Rivers of blood flow down the cruel chains;
Cries resound through the ruthless ship,
Waking Death from his peaceful slumber.


 

Poem Details | by Smail Poems |
Categories: baseball, beach, bereavement, birthday, black african american, boat, business, butterfly, car, change,

Love

Romantic, close
A subject of sweetest softness
Cats can be loved too

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 agendri naidoo |
Categories: black african american, children, sorry, sympathy,

street children

On this cold winter’s night
Only poor  street children are in sight
No blankets, no shoes
How on earth will they make it through
Besides their cold faces,
Wet legs and muddy traces.
They stand here all alone
With no umbrella   nor   a phone.
It’s   such a sad sight
To be out, on this cold night,
You should be in bed all nice and tight
Not wet and cold, with no one to hold.
You are preciuos, were u ever told?
Someone should know
Just where do they go?
For , it is a sin!
For these poor  street  children.
To be in plain sight
On this cold, wet winters night.

Poem Details | by Smail Poems |
Categories: art, august, beach, beautiful, bereavement, birthday, black african american, child,

Hamster

Fluffy floppy furball
Chewie chompie carnivorous
Nom nom nom

Poem Details | by Terry O'Leary |
Categories: black african american, death, evil,

Michael Brown

His name was Brown, his face was black
he walked alone outside a shack.

A siren sang across the track
and signaled clear the next attack.

A man in blue (a maniac?)
took aim and made the morning crack .

Like stones around a cul-de-sac,
six bullet holes frame Michael's plaque.


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 Chukwuemeka Mbah |
Categories: black african american, caregiving, courage, funny, grief, humorous, inspirational, introspection,

POINTING FINGERS

You are one of the reasons
Why they inflate their quote
If you had seized the seasons
Good men could have had your vote


You are one of the reasons
Why our sweet land has gone sour in waste
Here is one of your multiple treasons
You aid corruption just to suit your taste


You are one of the reasons we wedge weighty wrath
Bombs daily detonate like fickle fireworks far north
You decided to do nothing but shut your mouth
So they took our weary sail south

You are one of the reasons the land is inflicted with rape
Overflowing in abundance yet you mong like a greedy ape
Alas our land is grey and old but not due
And it hurts me to know that I am also you.

Poem Details | by Jacqueline R. Mendoza |
Categories: black african american, christian, devotion, faith, religion, religious, spiritual,

Death of a Child

King David was completely forgiven for his sin by God
     But still had to endure the death 
     of his child as punishment.

Poem Details | by Malcolm Brooks |
Categories: adventure, black african american, death, future, judgement, poetry, success,

Sleep Is The Cousin Of Death

I stay up through the nights
Will I get to eat tonight
Will I see the day I turn 21
One-Day will I feel the pain of a gun
Will I die young

Am I asking to many questions
Does everything happen for a reason
Is everything I go through one of Gods lessons
Will I go to Heaven

I stay up through the nights
Will I reach new heights
Lord tell me everything will be alright
Now I think I want to be in love with the lights
I just don’t want to fall to a Price
Lord tell me everything will be alright

I stay up through the night
My eyes are getting heavy
Am I ready to sleep
Because Sleep Could be Deadly

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

TIME


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

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 Torian Lockett |
Categories: allegory, art, black african american, devotion, education, faith, funeral, life, love, mystery, nostalgia, religion, science, visionary

Pyramid-Maker

From a three-sided angle
Astrological purpose is unmangled
Triangle on top
Square on the bottom
Bright halo around God
Our tears fill His bottle
A Pyramid is a monument to death
A Tabernacle of wealth
Which comes into effect
When there's no longer breath
Is it mourning or celebration in stealth
Beyond Technology
Architectural prophecy
Geometrical philosophy
The place where Kings and Queens lay
Buried on a sun-disk
Dedicated to Day
The final form to decay
Hands form this shape
When they're positioned to pray.

Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: angst, black african american, cowboy-western, death, imagination, life, natural disasters, nature, on work and working, philosophy, political, visionary, war, wedding, life, world, life, time,

Only The Strong Will Survive

       ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE
God gives not peace, it's only dreamt by man,
in all the world ,brought from catastrophe,
all things are made, since time was first began
by things upheaved so new life comes to be.

The weak must fail, be eaten by the strong,
and losers die the death along the way,
so new life grows, even if it is wrong,
there is no time the poor will have to play.

The lion who will lay down with the lamb,
will have a feast before the day is done,
and all the world will never give a damn,
nor care about the giants and their fun.

        The hunter takes his aim and fells the dove
          the weak in life are only dreaming of.

Poem Details | by Nikhil Singh |
Categories: animal, bangla, black african american, cancer, chocolate, death,

Ode to India

I like to eat curry
It's funny in my tummy
But then I turn really smelly!

Poem Details | by millard lowe |
Categories: analogy, bereavement, black african american, death, discrimination, grief, simile,

of unjust harvest

    of unjust harvest

when will
the grim reaper
tire 
being cast murderer

how long will
stopped stalked beings
be blown away
like crows in forbidden fields

does not war yield
enough to be reaped

	or

will strange fruits
forever to be plucked
by the harvesters of hate