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thewrightings · 1 year
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“Gingerbread” This ginger will leave an aftertaste that could sweeten the clouds Sugar and honey elements keep the diabetic in me longing for yet another piece Molasses like movements because you never rush a masterpiece Delectable you with a touch of butter Just enough to brown the inside out Infatuation via Caramelization Superbly baked cake Moist with a covering of Icing-enticing Heavenly taste Leave nothing to waste • • • • • • • • • #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetrylovers #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #poetry #poet #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetsociety #poetsofig #igpoets #instapoem #blackpoetry #blackpoetrycommunity #blackpoetsunited #writer #writersofig #writersofinstagram TheWrightings.com Twitter:@_Wrightings Tumblr: @TheWrightings Instagram: @_Wrightings https://www.instagram.com/p/ClYveZCuCkb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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vinzjamesonrf · 1 year
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Time will tell
I miss your smell
I miss your kisses keeping me warm
when In slumber
Loving me good when I fumble
Feeding my soul when it rumbles
My mind reminisces your mumbles
Calling my name to come and hold you
You were my drug I was your drug too
The tree in my leaf is a substitute for
what your love do
I still love you
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serlinarose · 2 years
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Presented with an opportunity seeked, I made use of it to accomplish a goal for my books & newly started #authortube (link in bio). 🌹 Imma say: "Here's poetry in Nature on the Nature Isle" 😊 🇩🇲 Is blessed with beauty & I write to express my views & feelings on what I experience. So, if you haven't yet, go grab the books & have an enjoyable read...yes be sure to send me a feedback or LEAVE A REVIEW of the books. ☺️ Keep a look out for the videos via my Author-tube. Go subscribe to get updates on my #nanowrimo project, -monthly reading goals -monthly goals -authors life -my nature escapades -update on my novel process -poem read -Get to know about my home Island -GIVEAWAYS -Challenges & Quizes to win a price or free signed book & Lots more. 😊 Blessed weekend to you.🥂 -Serlina Rose Authores ❤️ 💛 💚 Please support by: Like, Follow Share!👇🏽 👉🏽@ Serlina Rose Authoress 🇩🇲✍🏽 ❤️ 💛 💚 #serlinarose #authorlife #poetryauthor #poetryonnature #poetryonlife #inspiringpoetry #inspiringpoems #empoweringpoetry #empoweringothers #motivationalpoems #selflovepoems #amazonbooks #poetrybooks #bookstoread #booksshouldread #readcaribbean #readdominican #waitukubulilit #caribbeanwriters #caribbeanauthors #caribbeanpoetry #westindianbooks #westindianandproud #blackpoetrycommunity #blackwriters #blackauthorsandwriters (at Serlina Rose Authoress) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkDnnPXrlQM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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poetrywithwinnie · 2 years
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#authorwinnieross #poetrynight #urbanpoetry #traveling #poetryoninstagram #buttonpoetry #dreams #blackpoetrymatters #packpoetry #poetryofinsta #instapoetrygram #instapoetry #ilovepoetry #poetryislife #seasonspoetry #poetrynation #bymepoetryfeaturedpoet #makeblackoutpoetry #urdupoetryworld #writersofig #poetrycommunityofig #poetryisntdead #blackwriter #blackart #blackpoetrycommunity #poetrysociety #blackpoetsofinstagram #blackops #blackout https://www.instagram.com/p/CfnRnLoOiI4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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rascosmicwisdom · 2 years
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I’d like to share this poem from my 17 year old mind
It’s dated 06.09.2015
Untitled
“I ran into the old me
She looks different from the old me
She’s happy and free
She says she’s proud of herself
So peaceful and serene now
It was like netting the younger her
She
Loves every bit of herself
From her head to her toes
Even though she is not done
Growing to be better is what she does”
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brain-scribblr · 3 years
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At the end of the day
It was never about the words I wrote
It was never about the songs I sang
It was never about recognition or fame
It was and will always be about a pricked heart and a changed mind
Even if it’s just my own.
~ T.C.
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poetdreamerfool · 3 years
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no punting
i. they came with hard boots-- the kind perfect for necks; and a chest with embossed crest-- ii. I’m so up for next; broke-- but there ain’t no crutches left; def; enveloped by enemies without depth and a wasteland on their waistband;
iii. talk growth and they look at you like you a spaceman; they’ll look you in your face-- blam!
iii. head spinning like the world; had to quit clamming to get to the pearls; I’m up; I’m next-- I’m fresh;
iv. I love life-- each breath feels like a lie confessed; it’s truth I seek; protect the meek; v. no injustice shall go unpunished; last day out, first day in: rock em in the face and ask who run it I’ll always go for it on 4th down I ain’t gonna let my gravestone read: he punted.
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trevorwentt · 3 years
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Today I Stood Where My Hero Died
Today I stood where my hero died–
Onlookers scrambling on each and every side as I stood
Glaring at that balcony stilled in time,
Picturing the closing moments of this humble King’s life
Here–alive.
And as the Memphis heat weighed down on every side, I questioned
Have I ever felt something alike
Nah, nothing that I’ve ever felt in this life
Compared to standing in the very place my hero died.
And as I stood–upon pebbled concrete,
Shaken from my crown to the soles of my feet
I could almost hear the crying eyes covering the streets
Smell the panic and the chattering teeth
I could almost taste the devastation lingering in the air
Touch the hopelessness, the rage, the despair
The first question we wonder is how is this fair?
But the legacy of evil is it simply does not care
And I stood there–wondering what if he was still alive?
Or rather, what if he had lived a longer life?
I know he said longevity has its place
But his concern was God’s face and not human’s embrace
But what if?
And what if for all of our leaders who were slain
By a white supremacist nation using God’s name in vain?
What if?
And as the Sun descended from that Tennessee sky
I silenced my wandering and closed my eyes,
Opened my hands and exhaled winds of The Spirit,
And from that position, this request became clearest:
“Anoint the work of my hands”
King said he may not arrive with us, but we’ll see The Promised Land
And I’ll be damned if I deny the hope of that man
And let purpose slip through the grip of my hands
May the legacy of a King live on in me.
May I do everything in my power to help us all to see
The mountaintop where we’ll all be free
May I be forever faithful to build this city
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yeezussaves32 · 3 years
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To Jada: Hashtag I wish I never met her at all😔
It's 11:51 Saturday morning and my will is weak. The woman that I truly love is laying in bed sleep. And if that wasn't enough to make your curiosity peak. She's laying with her man and my thoughts are running deep. See I'm not her man nor is she mine to keep. But in my mind the ocean of my thoughts begin to seep. Through cracks and exits akin to a widows peak. It's safe to say me and her man may have unspoken beef. But my beef is with her and you wonder why I weep. Because when I text her my heart begins to leap. The magic of love is like a mattress with some sheets. See it covers you up so you can protect yourself from the cold wrath of nature. See you wonder why I hate her and I wake up angry and curse at my creator. See why did I meet you and why are you so greater than any other woman I met shit I even crowned you Jada. Funny that name was the name of the friend of PAC. The one who brought him to climax without penetration. See our love is weird because I question if the shits real and why you won't leave your man without any hesistation. But see I'm a black man who's down on his luck and at the moment my pockets speak lint. And your man see he's a worker a real self starter and you never have to question the rent. But see I have dreams and my vision screams so eloquently bitch I'm in love with you. But I can't be broke and have you looking like a joke that is something that I just can't do. So you being with your man and us having our thing might be the only thing that is tried. An attempt despite the evident the evidence that when I came to this realization I felt like I could just die😔
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blackhamlet · 3 years
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The pair of each angered word wants to pluck at my brain
The replay of the scenes of hurt threaten to cast clouds on my day
But when the reality of how far I’ve come and pleas to stay
I welcome it with open arms and the past worries of life fly away
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janiashaw · 3 years
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Since I'm only ten poems away from finishing my third poetry book, I decided to release the title and book coverthat's a work in progress right now! Something very different from the other two previous book covers. I think this one captures the theme of the third book which has poems that talk about my relationship with God. A release date is not set yet, but once I'm finished, I'm sure I will have a date ready to release! #poetry #bookcover #bookcoverdesign #poetrybook #poet #poets #poetrybooks #poetryloverscommunity #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #blackpoetrycommunity #blackpoet #author #authorscommunity #authors #writer #writers #writing #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #bookcoverreveal https://www.instagram.com/p/CPyuD5OHFmo/?utm_medium=tumblr
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thewrightings · 1 year
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“Nada” I once cared about nothing The time I gave away The change I avoided To keep what’s wrong the same Barren we’re my thoughts Frigid was my talk The notion of correction Was rarely ever sought Deep, infinite, formless Cold, desolate, pointless I once cared about nothing And got nada in return Squandered opportunities Misspent time to burn The ultimate user error Dividends with no return I once cared • • • • • • • • • • #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetrylovers #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #poetry #poet #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetsociety #poetsofig #igpoets #instapoem #blackpoetry #blackpoetrycommunity #blackpoetsunited #writer #writersofig #writersofinstagram TheWrightings.com Twitter:@_Wrightings Tumblr: @TheWrightings Instagram: @_Wrightings https://www.instagram.com/p/ClTWLOEOHJI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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vinzjamesonrf · 1 year
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Im lonely
Not hopeless
I’ve broken but only eye notice
I’ve spoken just to be silenced
So when graced with my presence
What is so surprising
Weed smoke in my eyelids
Don’t try to define him
Don’t try to define me
Hate me love me try me
My body is alluring
My existence out of this world
Picking my lock is much more complex
than a simple twist and curve
I attract the city girl and the pretty girls
The lonely boys and the hold me boys
The I might be able to finesse him
Until the Gemini grants you’re forgotten
blessing
Don’t test him
Stress me with your s’s and your
messes
Your attention is a weapon
That you hold well
Cock it pull it
Show me your bullets
Pull it cock it
Blast off the pockets
Fuel me up and erupt me like a rocket
I’ve killed the forest
I’ve lit my fire on your reign
Your field is empty
Still the leaves dancing on the plane
whisper my name
What are you saying
You cried out and I came
I cried out and was blamed
Shame
I became
But I was first afraid
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poetrywithwinnie · 2 years
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#authorwinnieross #poetrynight #urbanpoetry #poetryoninstagram #buttonpoetry #worldpoetryday #blackpoetrymatters #poetryofinsta #instapoetrygram #instapoetry #ilovepoetry #poetryislife #seasonspoetry #poetrynation #bymepoetryfeaturedpoet #makeblackoutpoetry #urdupoetryworld #writersofig #poetrycommunityofig #poetryisntdead #blackwriter #blackart #blackpoetrycommunity #poetrysociety #blackpoetsofinstagram #blackops #blackout https://www.instagram.com/p/CfnQYEtuagC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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elliedej · 3 years
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I'm just going to leave this here...
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brain-scribblr · 3 years
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Life has taught me that certain parts of me are undesirable
My hip dips, my oddly shaped breasts, my knock knees...
But others are hyper-sexualized
My my butt, my thick thighs, even my locs...
Subconsciously I dress to highlight my desirable parts
But not too much as to gain the wrong kind of attention
I’m ashamed, yet confident
Sexy, yet destroyed
Insecure, confused, and every time someone says I’m beautiful I question it
Because how can you be so sure when I’m not even sure myself?
~T.C.
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