Miraquill
I KNOW OF DAYS....
©madinah_writes
#blackpoetry
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madinah_writes
7w
Read MoreI know of days when I lived with my grandparents.
Eating in moulded plates,
Drinking directly from the rain.
I know of Days.
Days when writing was difficult.
Speaking of as easier,
As it has always been.
Those days when I slept with books in my laps and tears in my eyes.
Trying to memorize the letters.
I know of days.
Those days when I wake to the cry of the earliest cock.
Jumping out if the bamboo bed or straw mat I laid on.
Walking to the stream which is about a mile or two,
With friends and neighbors, gossiping.
I know of those days,
When grandpa brings food and fruits from his farm.
Drying bags of cocoa seeds at the back of our house.
I remember those days...
Until death crawled in like an innocent child.
Snatched their souls away from our holy bond.
Cruel as it is,
It made them wear white clothes.
Leaving me with nothing but memories.
To laugh and cry from.
Memories of yesterday.
Thoughts of the day, when it's actually night.
© Madinah_Writes
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madinah_writes
9w
Read MoreI noticed a mistake in the previous poem so here's the correction.
#Colour #writersnetwork #writerscommunity #blackpoetry #white #2005 #pod #mirakee #miraquill #writersbayThis poem, was written by an African Child, was Nominated for the best poem of 2005.
COLOUR
When I born, I black;
When I grow up, I black;
When I scared, I black;
When I sick, I black;
When I die, I black;
And you, white fellows:
When you born, you pink;
When you grow up, you white;
When you go in sun, you red;
When you cold, you blue;
When you scared, you yellow;
When you sick, you green;
When you die, you grey;
And you call me coloured.9 0 1
madinah_writes
14w
Read MoreWords infiltrated
Songs impregnated
Diets percolated
Dressings permeated
Centuries after centuries,
I watch my culture penetrated
Redefined by currency notes that were once pearly cowries.
Year after year
Defined is our nation as it accepts civilization.
Or is it we that leads ourselves to such destruction?
Worshipping negated
Tradition deserted
Folklore vitiated
Costume abated
Superstition rejected
Yet, I watch nature reprobated
Reneged for artificial and science and technology.
Generation after generation
We bleach the beauty of our rich past and history.
Forgetting what it feels and owns and looks like.
Day after Day
Our mother African, like dirt is being washed away
Or is our blind eyes that don't see her this way?
Or it's our dried mouths have nothing worthy to say?
©Madinah_Writes
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madinah_writes
14w
Read MoreWords infiltrated
Songs impregnated
Diets percolated
Dressings permeated
Centuries after centuries,
I watch my culture penetrated
Redefined by currency notes that were once pearly cowries.
Year after year
Defined is our nation as it accepts civilization.
Or is it we that leads ourselves to such destruction?
Worshipping negated
Tradition deserted
Folklore vitiated
Costume abated
Superstition rejected
Yet, I watch nature reprobated
Reneged for artificial and science and technology.
Generation after generation
We bleach the beauty of our rich past and history.
Forgetting what it feels and owns and looks like.
Day after Day
Our mother African, like dirt is being washed away
Or is our blind eyes that don't see her this way?
Or it's our dried mouths have nothing worthy to say?
© Madinah_Writes
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madinah_writes
14w
Read MoreWords infiltrated
Songs impregnated
Diets percolated
Dressings permeated
Centuries after centuries,
I watch my culture penetrated
Redefined by currency notes that were once pearly cowries.
Year after year
Defined is our nation as it accepts civilization.
Or is it we that leads ourselves to such destruction?
Worshipping negated
Tradition deserted
Folklore vitiated
Costume abated
Superstition rejected
Yet, I watch nature reprobated
Reneged for artificial and science and technology.
Generation after generation
We bleach the beauty of our rich past and history.
Forgetting what it feels and owns and looks like.
Day after Day
Our mother African, like dirt is being washed away
Or is our blind eyes that don't see her this way?
Or it's our dried mouths have nothing worthy to say?
© Madinah_Writes
#rejected #blackpoetry #african #mirakee #writes #writerscommunity #pod #wod #blackculture #fashion #poetry #thoughtsNothing Worthy To Say
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madinah_writes
15w
Read MoreWords infiltrated
Songs impregnated
Diets percolated
Dressings permeated
Centuries after centuries,
I watch my culture penetrated
Redefined by currency notes that were once pearly cowries.
Year after year
Defined is our nation as it accepts civilization.
Or is it we that leads ourselves to such destruction?
Worshipping negated
Tradition deserted
Folklore vitiated
Costume abated
Superstition rejected
Yet, I watch nature reprobated
Reneged for artificial and science and technology.
Generation after generation
We bleach the beauty of our rich past and history.
Forgetting what it feels and owns and looks like.
Day after Day
Our mother African, like dirt is being washed away
Or is our blind eyes that don't see her this way?
Or it's our dried mouths have nothing worthy to say?
© Madinah_Writes
#rejected #blackpoetry #african #mirakee #writes #writerscommunity #pod #wod #blackculture #fashion #poetry #thoughtsNothing Worthy To Say
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shivasai_
15w
Read More#erotica #love #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #globalagepoetry #poetryporn #packpoetry #poems #communityofpoetry #wordporn #poetryisnotdead #romanticpoetry #poetryaccount #writer #poem #prosepoetry #instapoetrygram #originalpoetry #poetrydaily #blackpoetry #poetryoninstagram #sensualpoetry #poetrynight #poetryart #poetrylovers #worldpoetryday #bhfyp
Wetting your body with my body fluids,
Love and lust rising,
Sounds heard till next door,
Do you want it all over again?
©Shivasai_8 0 1
shivasai_
16w
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She said my weight on her body feels heavenly to her.
©Thelostmomos12 0
shivasai_
16w
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Love is love when it's you,
hate is love when it's you,
happiness is love when it's you,
Love is life when it's you.
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shivasai_
16w
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My love
Cigarette in one hand and red wine in another,
She is smoking my love like never.
Kisses on her cheek and massages for her feet,
I want her as my bae forever.
©Thelostmomos9 0
madinah_writes
16w
Read More*A Struggle For Independence*
If independence is achieved on a platter of gold,
The institution of colonialism will remain forever it strong and old.
Yet, we dream and follow promises complain their fake-interests.
Everybody was creating the blames,
Nobody was fixing the problems.
Long Ago,
In the African World.
The old father's the young immediately after sunsets.
It was time for storytelling.
Time for entertainment and moral lesson.
Grandma tell me this!
Grandma tell me that!
Grandma tell me why the tortoise have a rough, shelly back?
Why is the dog a hunter's pet?
And why is lion the king of the jungle?
That was so much fun,
The children would gather under the faint mango tree.
Singing historical and cultural songs.
Alo o! Aloooo!!
Follows another set of mind blowing riddles.
The children would rack their minds to answer grandma's questions.
Brain cracking, riddle follows.
Then, as I heard.
Children would laugh to Grandma's stories and ask brainstorming questions.
With words of wisdom where everyone could think by themselves.
So I was told...
And now, I'm growing.
To what our life and living has become;
Like a bird's empty nest, that was once filled with life.
Now, I stare at the African life of nothingness.
What I see is failed promises and bloodshed.
End SARS now! A dark, starless world in silence.
As the youth of today cry and seek for the best.
Hoping for a future that like a fairytale, might never come.
When the best is traded for selflessness.
What are we doing?
Where are we going?
Who is our tomorrow?
When today is full of sorrow.
Are we getting wiser?
When all we depend on is Google and the internet?
Are we even blessed?
When we await betterment from our so called leaders.
Would there ever be a change or all these sufferings are permanent?
Or have we forsaken the gods of the land?
Which is which? I need to know.
What is next, we need to think.
Why is our tomorrow,
Laying at the end of the brink?
War of independence,
Seen through it's eyes.
That sees no transformation,
All in the name of change.
They change for the post of power that never satisfies them.
The war of independence is war of death!
Lasted with several years with thousand souls, dead.
Dusted and forgotten.
Women and children,
Expecting genuine freedom from colonial rule!
The independence they promised was not real, ungranted.
Everyone was hungry to sit by the side of the power pot!
The rich were getting richer and the poor, poorer.
We were made as a stepping stones for the colonial masters.
Those days and still now.
Independence turned out to be opposite,
Corruption and injustice.
©Madinah_Writes
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If independence is achieved on a platter of gold,
The institution of colonialism will remain forever it strong and old.
Yet, we dream and follow promises complain their fake-interests.
Everybody was creating the blames,
Nobody was fixing the problems.
Long Ago,
In the African World.
The old father's the young immediately after sunsets.
It was time for storytelling.
Time for entertainment and moral lesson.
Grandma tell me this!
Grandma tell me that!
Grandma tell me why the tortoise have a rough, shelly back?
Why is the dog a hunter's pet?
And why is lion the king of the jungle?
That was so much fun,
The children would gather under the faint mango tree.
Singing historical and cultural songs.
Alo o! Aloooo!!
Follows another set of mind blowing riddles.
The children would rack their minds to answer grandma's questions.
Brain cracking, riddle follows.
Then, as I heard.
Children would laugh to Grandma's stories and ask brainstorming questions.
With words of wisdom where everyone could think by themselves.
So I was told...
And now, I'm growing.
To what our life and living has become;
Like a bird's empty nest, that was once filled with life.
Now, I stare at the African life of nothingness.
What I see is failed promises and bloodshed.
End SARS now! A dark, starless world in silence.
As the youth of today cry and seek for the best.
Hoping for a future that like a fairytale, might never come.
When the best is traded for selflessness.
What are we doing?
Where are we going?
Who is our tomorrow?
When today is full of sorrow.
Are we getting wiser?
When all we depend on is Google and the internet?
Are we even blessed?
When we await betterment from our so called leaders.
Would there ever be a change or all these sufferings are permanent?
Or have we forsaken the gods of the land?
Which is which? I need to know.
What is next, we need to think.
Why is our tomorrow,
Laying at the end of the brink?
War of independence,
Seen through it's eyes.
That sees no transformation,
All in the name of change.
They change for the post of power that never satisfies them.
The war of independence is war of death!
Lasted with several years with thousand souls, dead.
Dusted and forgotten.
Women and children,
Expecting genuine freedom from colonial rule!
The independence they promised was not real, ungranted.
Everyone was hungry to sit by the side of the power pot!
The rich were getting richer and the poor, poorer.
We were made as a stepping stones for the colonial masters.
Those days and still now.
Independence turned out to be opposite,
Corruption and injustice.
©madinah_writes8 0
shivasai_
16w
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We were covered in a fabric, hiding our naked bodies from each other until love happened.
©Thelostmomos6 0
shivasai_
17w
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Love is naked and shameless just like lust.
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shivasai_
17w
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Flesh Game Play
Flesh rubbing flesh and bones intact,
Friction igniting fire in the soul,
To and fro movements on the bed kept on going all night,
A sigh of relief as it gets released in her body.
The exchange of energy took place with love, lust and confusion,
She rhythmically moans and keeps asking for some more,
She experienced the deepest penetration that night in many years.
The love that she experienced on that day was not less than being in heaven.
Sheets and bodies were wet as there was no AC on,
Desires driven and words exchanged while cuddling,
Nothing more she could have asked at that particular point in time,
A sigh of relief experienced once again.
©shivasai_11 0 1
ink_slinger123
21w
Read MoreYou may have this moment
Of split-second clarity
Of a future you , running away
With no intent of ever
Turning your face back
To the very face
You can already see
The end of it...
.
.
I am telling you now,
For the sake of everything greater,
Do not hesitate to run��
.
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It isn't what POTTER was..
But the Alohomora for all locks..
To be a great seeker..
One must be a free thinker..
Instead of catching golden snitch..
Quality of finding must be enriched..
Finding the solution of every problem..
Like what a child expects from his mum..
Problems through which Alice suffered..
None of them was such expect being illusions discoverd..
Antonio was never to play a melancholy role on stage..
He just needs to know how to stay happy from a young age...
For me Gratiano would be the perfect among all..
Cause spitting grudge is a feelin' to be installed..
Everything has a positive sight...
All you need is a open mind...
So seek for the chosen interests and the wider world..
Play with concepts, explore and gather all from your dreamworld...
You need to ignore what is undeserved...
And know what is reserved..
For you to deserve...!!
©ink_slinger12313 0
udta_musafir
24w
Read MoreHere's a little slice of truth
There will be mornings
when you wake up
as bright as the sun
You,
Bounce out of the bed,
draw the curtains,
with a determination
to face the world.
Dance on 'l am feeling good
as the tea boils in the kettle.
Smile at strangers,
thinking of your life
as a fairytale
You will
eat right excercise healthy
But,
there will be days
when you will wake up heavy
As if,
your own body cannot carry the weight of your head.
As if you've had a
fight with yourself
in a dream
You will not draw the curtains
You will not dance,
or barely be able
to stand by the kitchen counter to bring the tea to boil.
Your fairytale
will invert itself
upside down
just as your world.
You will feel
That life is unfair.
That magic is folklore.
That breathing is
an unbearable task of courage.
In those days,
remember
to be kind to yourself.
to not scold yourself
for holding on to whatever
that is choking you.
Remember,
that
you won't die
if you don't eat today,
smile today,
or feel good today.
Remember
to embrace
the pain
just as you embrace
happiness.
Allow yourself,
a bad day
just as you allow yourself
a good day.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
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Here's a little slice of truth.
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udta_musafir
25w
Read More#seasonspoetry #poetrydaily #poetryaccount #globalagepoetry #eroticpoetry #packpoetry #urdupoetryworld #worldpoetryday #poetryoninstagram #originalpoetry #prosepoetry #poetryofinsta #poetrynight #romanticpoetry #bymepoetryfeaturedpoet #instapoetrygram #penguinpoetrynyc #communityofpoetry #urdusadpoetry #makeblackoutpoetry #blackpoetry #poetryart #urbanpoetry #ilovepoetry #poetryreading #buttonpoetry #poetrycommunityofig #poetrynation #poetryisntdead #newschoolpoetry
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What does it take to create an art?
Patience, Ideas, Time, And some infinite loops of trying hard.
What does it take to love someone?????14 0 1
kaosthekre8tor
34w
Outcry
Reflections reveal deep parallel rivers, shallow in perceived depth.
And though in darkness no slumber has been slept.
Pain stings and persist, and though Death sings, Life insists.
Each night consist of eyes open and rivers never desist.
Gardens of serpents with one apple on the tree.
It ends as it began… At least it does to me.
Day one or 100, nothing changes; normalcy, sameness, monotony.
Pain and I are friends now. The best of; if truth be told.
I need to feel something, so, with a tight grip, her hand I hold.
Reflections reveal deep parallel rivers, their depths, to well explored.
I’ll hold tight to the hand of my friend. She and I are of one accord.
©kaosthekre8tor7 0
solacethapoet
38w
Grand Assumption
I woke up from my nap feeling powerful, you know cause we so use to feeling powerless, that's part of their cowardice, say we living on borrowed time but that's linear thinking plus who hold the hourglass?
I thought you knew what our powers were.
When you see the beauty of Nia Long or words from Nina Simone , even the device from where you reading this poem was invented by someone who realized his , super power.
Do I really have to give examples of what we created? Back when our ancestors were degraded, after hard times were paraded ,you can feel in the texture of our hair when you braid it, during the "Civil" Rights or before the Ark and the Slave ship, the slavers dont get how we've made it , but you cant see your "super power?"
I guess the singing and dancing ain't enough,
The topic nor the logic barely discussed
We make gold out of rust, metaphorically, historically we've been treated horribly
Painting this picture cause there's more to see but you dont see your, super power
You took this term too literal cause we're focused on the death of a general or maybe these liberals to me their all cynical,
Winter time we had seasonal rituals,
But let me chill, that was primitive right ?
What we seem to think is right, is wrong
Their lying habitual,
I think you feel what I trying to give to you.
What my mom and my aunt went through, reflect our society in its entirety, its cyclical
But they too realized that they had it too
super powers.
©solacethapoet9 0
whole_words
39w
Darius and Nina
Did y’all ever exhaust the possibilities?
Or is Romance dead?
We watched you like stars across the night sky
Somehow wanting to see ourselves in you
It was a beautiful, ordinary love
Is she still Oshun?
Or has she now become something less?
I’ve looked for Sanctuary and the beautiful souls in that place
The sequel starring the Lovehalls never came
However, I still like to think that
Darius and Nina made a place in this world
With at least one child
Maybe more
In Chicago or Atlanta — shit even New York
But its been awhile and life can fade us all
Who could judge you if you fell into
the Routine
Because that is real
But if poetry is the possibility of language
And love impregnates life
We might still see you in the rain
Reclaiming one another
One more time