Learn more about other poetry terms
I stepped through the vale of unconsciousness. The vale smelled of bubble gum candy. I dived through the clouds on the other side and descended upon a cherry blossom forest. My toes felt the cool grass in between them.
My Black is Missing.... Did you know My Black is Missing? Did you know that my young, black sistahs are missing? I don't think you understand me when I say you don't know. You've ignored it for so long...
Is it because my skin is not the color of milk or the lightest of creme that my world I was born in since birth is stilted. It's tilted.
Her imagination was wild ! Unrealistic dreams floated through her mind The life style she lived This girl had to be dreaming , Fancy house , foreign cars , and designer clothes ?
I understand that you are adhered between a virtual you as well as a abstract you who would of knew that your thoughts attracted light towards you?
Mortal the word which strikes fear in our bravest and shakes even the most reasonable minds... giving birth to ardency in apostasy but also dogma, hate, and intolerance.
I am… not someone to be understood, an anomaly amid this universal locus. Escape through a dark window, a reflection of the world I’m within is in and out of focus
as I woke my thoughts were loud my mind was tight so I went for a walk the same path i always take I looked to the sky as I never take the time to do when going from place to place
Equality, the slumbering ravine, it peels away creativity
i dont understand how people can say there flawless when: no ones perfect god doesnt say how to be flawless in the bible But.... i do wake up flawless without makeup and i also feel flawless when i dance
imagine. A world we live in being in cased in total darkness. Cold, still.. Blinded from the notion of light that seeps within automatically. Until fear over shadows a feeling of success.
Serving as an alarm clock, Innocent blood is shed angering a multitude of people. Groups of people come together for a cause that is bigger than themselves.
So I say goodbye to the daylight, To the sun I bid adieu,
I remember the first time we had sex. How you asked me if we’d ever get the chance. You said you’d tell me your “number” As if that’d be enough to convince me,
Kids get wet in the summer time leaving parks and street corners outlined with the residue of the ashy. I sometimes wonder what could have been of their future and my concsious says,
He said I was fine But I told his ass no He grabbed my behind But I told his ass no He said come on look at that dress But i told his ass no He said I know you a freak just give it up
In today’s world, one of the hardest things to be in life is a woman.
Skin does not define who I am, it is not my choice.I did not pick this skin so I gave my skin a voice.
Wake up, everyone! Don’t you know? Till the ground for harvest Disrupting the unfruitful flow It’s just how it is That’s not an excuse To let people settle
Lets play pretend and everything that happens we will pretend it never ever... happened Then we will wake up perferably next to each other we will wake up
A short Poem by Stephen Strausbaugh Lie, Steal, Blame, Kill You look down at us atop of your hill Writing bills, but seeking thrills Only you have a license to kill Only you have a license to kill
Sequel to Maya Angelou: Still I Rise
Concrete Jungle City terrain converges with the murky sky above in the dusty shade they share. A symphony of sound permeates the humid air as machines and people hum through their daily cycles;
It's time to wake up so that we can shake up
A bunch of hypocrite christian the land of no religion spreading rumor talking shit what happen to the worship
I watched from afar, the world pass by, I stay in my santuary, my safe haven, my books as my reality, it makes this looklike a dream, I view it as a story, one to yet be finished, thisdream is my favorite, one with lots of twists, it has days and
Barefeet running through green grass Hair wiping to and fro gently in the breeze Sunshine reflecting off eyes colored brass Loving the wispers of the seas She sounds goregous, free and alive
This room keeps spinning all around me, Is this darkness or is this light? There is no where to turn to no where to hide, Going through the same motions everyday can this be right?