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Poem Details | by
Khalil Franklin |
Categories:
black african american, child, childhood, children, food, children, funny, metaphor, middle school, social,
"Oodles of Joy"
In the morning of everyday i
start
I make a food that's really
smart
Crunch'em, rip'em, and pour'em out
As saliva pools form in my
mouth
Put it in the mic for just about
three
Impatiently watching those
beautiful noodles waiting for
me
When the time Is up
I Pop it open and take them out
And start shoving "Oodle's of
Noodles" into my mouth.
Khalil Wali
Poem Details | by
Nya Johnson |
Categories:
black african american, childhood, dedication, funeral, girl, goodbye, growing up, humorous, satire, teen, thank you, tribute, happy, happy,
Thank you for being in my life,
to think you were only broken twice,
you taught me how not to be late,
and how to get my timing straight,
my mother made you and loved you too,
she stayed up at night to make sure you show true,
I'm not going to say I'm happy you're gone
but i do rue the day you were spawn
now that I'm 18, you've done your job,
I'm happy you will no longer make my heart throb,
with every minute that i am late,
made my life full of hate,
so thank you curfew, and thanks a lot,
now my own schedule will take your spot.
Poem Details | by
Malcolm Dyer |
Categories:
art, black african american, fantasy, funny, life
oh no here it comes
that big barrel that big gun
i will not go yet
Poem Details | by
Jslambert Mister Roboto |
Categories:
black african american, funny, people, social, uplifting, urban,
her derriere
in the air high
eyes wearing out
Than-Bauk written for Rick Parise's contest
Poem Details | by
Chukwuemeka Mbah |
Categories:
black african american, caregiving, courage, funny, grief, humorous, inspirational, introspection,
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
Katherine Stella |
Categories:
adventure, black african american, childhood, dedication, family, fantasy, children, funny, history, imagination, inspirational, life, passion, people, seasons, thank you, uplifting, visionaryhalloween, red,
< halloween haunting's
black shoe polish foundation
ruby red lipstick
pillow stuffed under big dress
red white bandana for hair
spatula in hand
eggbeater in dress pocket
pillowcase for loot
daddy's boots causing blisters
aunt jemima memories
Entry For
Paula Sweanson's
Halloween Of Tears Past
GL AL
Tribute To Childhood Memories
Poem Details | by
Ceasia White |
Categories:
black african american, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, introspection, song-urban,
Black Mistress
That's what I'm suppose to be
Oh, no not me
I'm not coming second to another woman
No woman is coming before me
Black Mistress
That's what I'm suppose to be
Come get your clothes if you can't spend the holidays with me
You live with her not me
Black Mistress
You want to buy my love when you want please
Oh, no not me
I have my own and I'm not selling my goods to no one but I'm still not cheap
Poem Details | by
Mel Brake |
Categories:
autumn, black african american, black love, cute love, funny love, i miss you, romance,
Love is like a rose
Like the fibonacci frequency
Perfect geometry in all its curved lines
Love is like a rose
Like the shape of the heart
Filled with satisfaction and passion and love
Love is like the sweet smell of the rose
Like a romance that said what is the good smell
When your car needs to be cleaned
Poem Details | by
Kewayne Wadley |
Categories:
black african american, fun, funny, silly,
If a turtle could.
He would walk faster- maybe.
Find some dynamite.
Poem Details | by
Diona Finley |
Categories:
black african american, childhood, funny, life, mother, teen,
Child if you don't get yo nappy head;
Imma give you something to cry about.
Get yo butt over here.
Say one mo thang.
Ima beat the black off of ya.
Wait til i'm finish.
I bet not hear another word.
It'll hurt me more than It'll hurt you.
You act up here, I'ma act with you.
Im aint chasing after you.
I put you in this world I sho nuff can take you out.
That's a black mama.
Poem Details | by
Sam Ruby |
Categories:
adventure, angel, angst, art, beautiful, black african american, business, butterfly, caregiving, christian, confusion, courage, dedication, devotion, dream, faith, family, fear, freedom, funny, grief, growing up, happiness, happy, history, hope, inspirational, life, lonely, love, philosophy, spiritual, visionary, world, love, money,
If its money I got its money ill keep.
If its money I have its money ill weep.
If its love that I give its love ill receive.
For I am but no one who just see's beneath.
Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.
Poem Details | by
Annie Lander |
Categories:
black african american, fear, funny, happiness, parody, people, visionary,
Please kiss and run
Her body is on fire
The water is rising
Whisky on the table,
Golden in the glass
Burn to the taste,
A little happiness at last
No Money to burnt, yet time to pass
So turn away or duck and run
My only son
Take your misty mistletoe kiss
Disconnect the extinguisher: this girl is on fire!
..... A battle beyond despairs for the ghetto woman
A part of labor, and a part pain;
The ghetto woman lost all sense of pride
A breed of women with no shame!
A part of labor and a part of pain
Ghettooooo woman...
1 Peter 5:8
Be sober-minded; be watchful.
Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion,
seeking someone to devour.
Poem Details | by
Ayesha Karim |
Categories:
black african american, care, caregiving, child, childhood, giggle, girl, mother daughter,
Mama
I was only five years old,
getting my hair pressed for the first time.
I heard my mother’s voice.
She was reading to me as she was pressing my hair.
Mama always called me “my-Esha”.
She was so kind a woman.
She still is.
All the people I knew as friends called me Esha.
My family did too.
Mama would wash my hair and then press it.
The pressing comb would get very hot.
The sides would singe with steam and heat from the pressing comb.
The back of my hair was my least favorite part to get pressed.
She knew it and we joked about it when she was threw fixing my hair.
Poem Details | by
Ayesha Karim |
Categories:
black african american, funny, happiness, imagination, visionary,
Esha's Haiku
by Ayesha Karim
fork knife spoon
fruit salad bread bowl
soup entrée dessert
(Assume I am at a dinner or at IHOP)
Asking the server for the check.
Poem Details | by
Katherine Stella |
Categories:
black african american, dedication, fantasy, funny, imagination, life, people, political, slam, uplifting, visionary
< Barack
What Crock
No Pun Just Humor LOL
Entry For Brian Strand's
Two Lines Of Two Syllables
Footle Contest G.L. All
Poem Details | by
Kewayne Wadley |
Categories:
black african american, food, for her, fun, funny love, self,
In all honesty.
I think what I truly desired was to be put on a plate.
And be devoured piece by piece.
My attention, all my free time.
Everything that no one else could see.
With knife and fork.
T be taken apart and devoured tastefully.
With nothing left except the juice of where I laid.
The tough parts that take time to cut,
Revealed in an instant.
To be desired in mutual attraction, a certain craving.
Covered in salt, pepper, a slice of butter.
All of my interests, my habits.
The anticipation of being sizzled and flipped on a cast iron skillet.
Served fresh on a plate.
A baked potato on the side to bring out the taste.
In all honesty.
I think I'll have a steak
Poem Details | by
John Waller |
Categories:
black african american, funny love, humorous, love,
JUST MAD!
I AWOKE THIS MORNING, JUST MAD!
WENT TO MY APPOINTMENT, JUST MAD!
I HAD TO GET UP AT 6:30 AM TO CATCH THE BUS AT 7:30 AM TO GET 4 MILES AWAY BY 9:00 AM, JUST MAD!
SAT THERE FOR 2 HOURS THINKING WHY AM I HERE? JUST MAD!
FINALLY FINISHED, THAT 2 HOURS WENT SLOW, STILL MAD!
WENT TO THE BANK WITHDREW MY LAST $6.00, MAD AS HELL!
CAN’T TAKE A BREAK, STRAIGHT TO WORK, JUST MAD!
PEOPLE SEE, TRY AND CHEER ME UP, THEY SAY SMILE, CAN’T STAY MAD!
I CATCH A GLIMSE OF HER FROM THE CORNER OF MY EYE,
NO LONGER MAD!
JT Waller
Poem Details | by
Angelo Pierre Louis |
Categories:
allegory, black african american, brother, education, faith, fantasy, food, funny, history, introspection, life,
our skills..talents..gifts,that we have..
these are our tools..weapons..instruments
and we just want to live..
put into a situation in wich we did not choose our roles..
some of us are the fans and the royalty
they watch people like me do what needs to be done...
people like me..we just want to live
so we use our weapons and do what we have to..
we didnt choose for it to be like this..
we watch the fortunate crowd the seats of this coliseum called life..
and they watch us jump back and forth through shades of color..
they judge us...
but we just want to live
Poem Details | by
Verlecia Fields |
Categories:
black african american, celebration, christmas, holiday, humor,
Happy Holidays and Happy New Year
May your Christmas pie
miss, your eye
and your mouth
receive great cheer!
Happy New Year
aka: lyricvixen
Poem Details | by
Malcolm Dyer |
Categories:
adventure, art, black african american, devotion, fantasy, happiness, imagination, love, giggle,
When you smile at me
when I hear your laugh
when flip your hair
electric blue
you drive me wild with passion
with hips that don't lie
with leggs as long as a mile
electric blue
the stories that you tell
the way you skip in the rain
the way you giggle so softly
electric blue
th last words that I will utter will be your name
the last thing I will see is your face
my last thought will be
electric blue
Poem Details | by
Tyshawn Knight |
Categories:
beautiful, black african american, cute love, dance, funny, song, urban,
God do I need a man?
I know I need a pair of pants
Levi Jeans
Like the one advertised
on Alicia Keys.
Pants that fit me right
Close to my skin
But not too tight.
Let me move about
Day and night
Blue black
and out of sight.
But do I need a man?
Do I need a man?
No!
Not if I have a pair of pants
Levi Jeans
Like the one advertised
on Alicia Keys...
Poem Details | by
Shane Solomon |
Categories:
black african american, funny, people,
I live in self denial
Can't bring myself to realize
Or even admit the truth
That I'm really black
Poem Details | by
Babafemi Yinka Olubodun |
Categories:
age, appreciation, black african american, character, depression, funny love, holocaust,
If this dance be the last
For I see them throwing spears -
Not for its sport
This dance, a shrilling one.
When we come home for showers
Diapers of our babies, drenched,
Such aroma; a sweet-sour tale to tell
For being ready was the dance for...
Only the dead wishes not for this dance
But the living accustomed to its essence
Such a dance we struggle to get
Yet, a dance we fear to leave
Nor a dance to tango for!
Poem Details | by
Ayesha Karim |
Categories:
betrayal, black african american, care, crazy, emotions,
An Angry Funny Poem
I don’t just see what I want to see anymore.
I hope you catch something for cheating on me.
She isn’t even worth fighting with you over.
I wouldn’t fight over you anyway.
You are obnoxious and in a way I just want you gone.
Die see if I care!
Tell me this, was it good for you?
I don’t know who is nastier you or that ho.
Our relationship is over now.
I won’t cry and won’t shed tears over you.
I can’t trust you and so I don’t want you.
See you in divorce court.
Poem Details | by
Carl Mckever |
Categories:
black african american, devotion, faith, family, food, children, friendship, funny,
At times, the world demands too much
And more than I can give
So then I close my eyes and dream
A special place I'd like to live
There's calmness, peace and warmth in the air.