#blackpoets

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  • ririrandle 5w

    Untitled #37

    I am a hollow one;
    eyes clouded,
    blind from the truth.
    Inside my cracking shell
    all that He made
    seeps through;
    leaking from crevices
    –tissue and bone.
    My body lies sagged,
    I’m decomposing.
    Soaking into Earth’s foundation,
    I hear screams.

    ©Riri R.

  • madinah_writes 7w

    Your beauty is irresistible poem.
    Your glorious flow is joy, overwhelm.
    Oh, rivers of our land!

    Your clean view I get from every stand.
    Florishing mankind with foods and fruits.
    Only those that withness this would tell the truths.
    Oh, rivers of our land!

    On your palms, you've nurtured our crops and culture,
    Only few could understand the wishes you've kept for the future.
    How much you've contributed to nature and history.
    I would tell my people this story.
    ©madinah_writes

  • whole_words 7w

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  • whole_words 7w

    Sparrow in the Machine

  • madinah_writes 11w

    This 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 I die, you grey;

    And you call me coloured.

  • jaleel_the_gr8 20w

    Teenage wasteland

    Popping acid with sunshine faces, 
    wrapped up in the glow of the moon, 
    down the rabbit hole we fell smiling; 
    on the way out of our minds, our personal hells.
      
    Fucked up,
    eyes hazy, 
    smiles big, 
    red beemers lost in a fog; 
    summer of 2017 was an escapist’s dream, 
    a teenage wasteland,
    littered with beer cans,
    and burned out blunts; 
    crushed hearts like ketchup stained napkins,
     discarded, 
    feelings departed.
      
    Parties and wild shit, 
    snow in the bathroom, 
    morning regrets over cigarettes,
     a screwdriver to keep my headache at bay, 
    reminiscing about those bonfire nights, 
    hurricane winds, 
    cold October.
      
    Walking along the railroad tracks, 
    breaking and entering, 
    concerts in dingy little clubs,
     cheap tattoos, 
    it all leaves me thinking of, 
    the wasteland I left behind.
    ©jaleel_the_gr8

  • jaleel_the_gr8 21w

    Growing pains

    I think they call them growing pains 
    because growing up fucking hurts,
    That sense of loss that comes with age; 
    loss of innocence, 
    loss of hope, 
    loss of ignorant bliss.

    Of snowmen coming to life,
     of flying to Never, never land,
     lost boys and Wendy hand in hand 
    with the wander lustful Peter Pan;
    Sometimes I want to run back to those long-lost years 
    and embrace my younger self
     with eyes full of tears. 
     
    I want to hold him close, the way I wish I could have held onto childish hope but alas Pandora’s box is empty, my back hurts from all the knives, 
    piercing it like sunbeams. 

    My legs hurt from chasing the love of others, 
    an endless feat,
    that ends in empty arms
     and bloody feet,
    My arms are weak 
    from all the hugs I needed 
    but never received, 
    my heart hurts 
    from being constantly deceived 

     growing pains. 

    ©jaleel_the_gr8

  • uniqueeunice 23w

    Hurrying like rays of light
    That travelled far and wide
    Time wait for nobody
    Embarking on his journey
    Around the clock
    Time wait for nobody
    Ticking tirelessly all day
    Time wait for no changes
    Seconds turning into minutes
    Minutes turning into hours
    Hours into days
    Season rolling over season
    Time flies like a UFO

    Growing up steadily
    Time wait not for me
    Being a suckling in my mother's lap
    Enjoying the innocence of a child
    Time hurries past me
    Turning me into an adolescent
    Time been an impatient being
    Who wait for nobody
    Instantly makes me an adult
    With time by my side
    Changes happens in a blink of eye.

    But I want to dwell in my wins
    I wanna celebrate my success
    Savour every bit of my growth
    So Time please wait for me
    Let's work hand in hand
    ©Uniqueeunice
    18th May 2021
    Photocredit@ Pinterest

    #Time #procrastination #season #blackpoets #poet

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    Time wait for me

    Hurrying like rays of light
    That travelled far and wide
    Time wait for nobody
    Ticking tirelessly all day
    Time wait for no changes

    Growing up steadily
    Time wait not for me
    Enjoying the innocence of a child
    Time hurries past me
    Turning me into an adolescent
    With time by my side
    Changes happens in a blink of eye.

    But I want to dwell in my wins
    I wanna celebrate my success
    Savour every bit of my growth
    So Time please wait for me
    Let's work hand in hand
    ©uniqueeunice

  • uniqueeunice 31w

    Born of the same mother
    Yet our fate so differ
    Treasured and likable
    Fearful and immane
    Alluring and desirable
    With contempt and disdain
    Many treat me
    Yet my sibling is the star
    Some said am a monster
    I was labelled the shrewd
    Beautiful building erected on land
    Blooming flowers characterize my sibling
    Debris and junks
    Is all i see
    Waste and garbage
    Adorn my surface
    Calmly and effortlessly i flow
    Unbothered by the ill treatment
    Yet am a monstrous element
    Whenever i step out
    Torrents of me washed ashore
    The debris and junks
    i can't longer take
    Lovelorn i trample on the beautiful trees
    Unloved i flex my capability
    Flowing in torrent to your homes
    Destroying lives and properties.

    ©Uniqueeunice

    #Wod #disaster #blackpoets

    Tried my hands on today's prompt
    don't know if it actually passes message.

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    Calmly and effortlessly i flow
    Unbothered by the ill treatment
    Yet am a monstrous element
    Whenever i step out
    Torrents of me washed ashore
    The debris and junks
    i can't longer take
    Lovelorn i trample on the beautiful trees
    Unloved i flex my capability
    Flowing in torrent to your homes
    Destroying lives and properties.
    ©uniqueeunice

  • uniqueeunice 31w

    I wrote this poem originally with rainfall in mind,but i think it can still serve as a poem for water,since rainfall is a source of water.i hope it drive home the importance of water.

    Splattering splattering
    Running across the lourves
    Dropping from above
    Falling from the sky
    Like an hail
    Here comes the liquid ice
    From the deity

    A drizzle of it
    keeps the earth moist
    Rumbling,flashing
    The thunderstorm prepares way
    for the downpour

    A handful of it
    Germinate a seed
    A cupful of it
    Appease the mind
    Its arrival on earth
    A blessing to mankind

    It turns to lake gushing
    Streams flowing
    Rivers flowing
    Oceans effusing
    In it we move
    In it we feed

    Dangerous to the earth
    Its torrent can be
    Injurious to soil
    Its flood can be
    Yet it is indispensable
    To the earth.

    ©Unique Eunice
    Photocredit@Pinterest

    @Writersbay #aquac #blackpoets

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    Liquid Ice

    Splattering splattering
    Running across the lourves
    Dropping from above
    Falling from the sky
    Like an hail
    Here comes the liquid ice
    From the deity
    ©uniqueeunice

  • uniqueeunice 34w

    ILU OLORA
    The land of abundance
    Where people live in redundance

    ILU OLORA
    Blessed with people of creativity
    Living off their dreams in captivity

    ILU OLORA
    Beautiful town gemstones clothed
    yet you walk around exposed

    ILU OLORA
    Diamond jubilee of weaning
    makes you more leaning

    OLOYE AGBABIAKA
    Ilu ora's devil in Messiah form
    exploiting in the guise of reform

    REVEREND EMEKA
    canvassing for holy life
    with a bloody knife

    SHEIK FAROUQ
    The man of uncensored truth
    the evil men he soothe

    SISI ROMOKE
    Flag-bearer of the city
    dragging it in mire of pity

    BROTHER CHINEDU
    Enterprising vessel of the nation
    Reproach to our generation

    ILU OLORA
    Contributors to your doom
    your dwellers are
    in pursuit of bloom.

    ©Unique Eunice
    ©uniqueeunice

    #Irony #nigeria #naijapoets #blackpoets

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    SEASON OF IRONY

    ILU OLORA
    The land of abundance
    Where people live in redundance
    Blessed with people of creativity
    Living off their dreams in captivity
    Beautiful town gemstones clothed
    yet you walk around exposed
    Diamond jubilee of weaning
    makes you more leaning
    Contributors to your doom
    your dwellers are
    in pursuit of bloom.
    ©uniqueeunice

  • uniqueeunice 34w

    Am a black girl
    rich in melanin
    laced in 'fro
    fine like wine
    blessed with natural glow
    ©uniqueeunice

  • kaosthekre8tor 36w

    Void

    I let slip my desires, as I am no longer able to endure the sting of not embracing them.
    No longer shall I tire from chasing them. No longer will I thirst for tasting them.
    The scars of rejections whip have hardened me. No longer do I need to hold emotion at bay.
    I am bereft of emotion. Feelings are phantoms. To their will I no longer bend. I am void, of me, they hold no sway.
    ©kaosthekre8tor

  • kaosthekre8tor 36w

    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.
    ©kaosthekre8tor

  • jaleel_the_gr8 53w

    In my feelings

    I fought like a soldier in the war that was your friendship,
    Every day dodging landmines and grenades;
    Watching you fall in lust with girls, who wouldn't normally give you the time of day.

    The gasoline that cause the flames,
    that burned the bridge built by my pain.
    I walked miles and miles with you to deliver, your heart to girls, that didn't want the sliver.
    You're a narcisstic sociopath, and
    a manipulative liar with a gut full of whiskey and a heart full of fire,
    the beginning of a disaster that is so dire.
    The flames that burnt the bridge built by my pain
    ©jaleel_the_poet

  • jaleel_the_gr8 56w

    Golden Hour

    Queen Bey said shine already it's time already,
    well the brightness of this star is on the rise,
    like the sun kissing the western skies, golden hour,
    drenched in a creative shower of black power.

    Child of fiercesome and beautiful ancestors,
    Queer kid of NYC,
    lover of all the glitz and glamour,
    like MC Hammer in the 90s,
    you can't touch this.

    The oversaturated hues,
    silly Anthropomorphic cartoons,
    and the grunge rock tunes that dance in my head as I lay in this living room.

    It is my time to flex,
    time to be the best,
    the best version of me yet,
    glowing like Mali gold,
    my story not yet told,
    glistening in the golden hour,
    like a 6'3 tower of black power.
    ©jaleel_the_poet

  • magnet2urmind 57w

    2 am

    Some say 2 am was made for Lovers, Writers, Poets, and Visionaries...
    Photographers, Painters, Singers, and Songwriters...
    Party people, Musicians, Dancers, and D.J's...
    Fly ass Models, Rich Cats buying out the bar and poppin bottles...
    Cougars and Sugar Daddy's
    Hustlers, Paper chasers, and Players...
    Pushers and the addicts that have to have it.
    Tricks, Prostitutes, Pimps and the Policeman...
    The Creepers, Sneakers, and Cheaters...
    Erotic book readers, Dick slingers and Pussy eaters...
    Head doctors and Porn watchers...
    The Smooth operators, Mind stimulators, and Lustful thought manipulators...
    The Masturbators, Deep penetrators, and Pussy percolators...
    She got Hella toys and multiple vibrators...
    The Nymphomaniacs and the Sex-addicted Cats...
    The Shy, Square, Closet Freaks that gotta have it, having an Orgy by herself with all her gadgets...
    The Chic's home alone soaking in the tub, with a blunt and a bottle of wine trying to unwind...
    Bluetooth speaker on, Alexa playing their favorite song and whispering freaky ish on the phone...
    FaceTime, Hangout, Swipe left or swipe right.
    Got someone, but you don't wanna cheat, yet you still want it done right...
    Deeper the voice and Darker the Dirty mind will always keep you cuming multiple times...
    Babymakers and Wet dream chasers...
    Ballers, Strippers, and big money tippers...
    Gangstas, Killers, Jackers, and Gun packers... 
    Grifters, Slicksters, and Schemers...
    Overthinkers and Silent seekers...
    Dreamers, Thrill seekers, and Overachievers...
    Maybe we're all just your favorite Night Owls, looking, listening, and living in three hundred and sixty degrees...
    All you have to do is turn the key, let your imagination run wild, and free vicariously living through me...
    Close your eyes, tilt your head back, and take a real deep breath.
    Slowly count backward from sixty and breathe."
    ~ J Lamonte Thibodeaux
    ©magnet2urmind

  • jaleel_the_gr8 57w

    Doomed Generation

    Will we,
    the millennial generation,
    live to see ourselves into old age?

    Or will our bodies be incinerated
    by hateful missiles,
    sent from overseas?

    Will,
    we,
    be,
    the eternally young,
    totally fucked up
    doomed generation,
    trapped in a sticky situation,
    just as Dark In "Nowhere" said.

    Will all we love and all we are end?
    because of toxic,
    selfish,
    rich white men,
    continously playing with our lives like dominoes,
    what a fucking effect.
    ©jaleel_the_poet

  • jaleel_the_gr8 59w

    The American Nightmare

    The American dream was always a nightmare,
    A lie force fed to the young and naive,
    to have them believe,
    they are treated equally.

    America is what she is,
    and she doesn't pretend to not be;
    the land of the rich white male,
    home of those dying to be free,

    Generational poverty,
    like a foot on our neck,
    generational wealth not what you expect,
    generational trauma keeping us in check, the poor lack the resources for a better life,
    because those in charge don't treat us with respect.

    We've been lied to about the great and powerful America all of our lives;
    the wizard behind the curtain is all smoke and mirrors and where there's smoke there are wildfires.

    The ghetto is the modern day reservation, somewhere to put the descendants of the builders and sufferers,
    laborers and slaves,
    the stolen and in pain,
    the berated and enslaved,
    the victims and witnesses of your fucking American Nightmare.
    ©jaleel_the_poet

  • jaleel_the_gr8 83w

    Natural disasters

    I sailed the seas of your tearful outbursts, survived the aggressive episodes of volcanic ash and stone.

    I gave my ear to your words,
    tried to never let you feel alone.

    I wrestled with the snowstorms of your darkness,
    cold and frigid as the 9th circle of Hell.

    But when I needed your understanding, just needed you to be kind,
    with my earthquake of a mind,
    You didn't do well.

    You pushed me away,
    you barred me from both your heart and brain because suddenly,
    the flood of me,
    was too much for you.
    ©jaleelthepoet