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[nabraskapoet]

Still trying to figure out tumblr…definitely feeling twitter dying…but I don’t know where my tribe of authors are??? #writers #writerlife #authors #socialmedia #books #readers #blackwriters #blackpoetsontumblr #blackauthors

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[brewritesworld]

if we never get to share anything else

except one fleeting moment,

it’d be fine by me

but I hope the stars do as they should

align

and bring you back to me

or me back to you

BAL

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[dearenomis]

How dare you radiate so vibrantly? The audacity of your smile, luminous; rivaling Nova. How dare daybreak kiss you first, so sweetly? The nerve to quake with laughter, radial beams making Luna blush from your glow. Don’t you see others seething with envy? Dancing your way through the darkness they cast. Jubilantly singing civilization’s origin, savage you are not. Original griots, shaping history with the stories you tell. The archetype, ejected from cultures you curated Tirelessly creating your utopia in this world, how abundant? See how they glare as your crown resiliently seeks the sky? Viciously wishing you would cower and bow. How dare you have the brass assurance to prevail? With majesty.

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[unicornss-and-mermaidss]

Don't say anything, I've given up on you,

I finally realized that you're not the one for me,

And you'll never be the man I need you to be.

I would have followed you anywhere,

I would have done anything for you,

Don't say anything, I've given up on you.

No amount of time will ever change my mind,

You were the one I wanted to share my life with, but that's faded away now,

And I,

I should have known better,

History always has a way of showing you signs,

I just didn't want to see them.

So please, don't say anything, I've given up on you,

I finally realized that you're not the one for me.

I'm still learning how to love,

But you're not the one I want to figure out love with.

-@unicornss-and-mermaidss

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[xxwickedsin]

You

Three locs left in my hand,

As we fell onto the floor,

Added to my box of momentos,

Remember,

You keep things too,

On some You,

Were suppose to be the perfect soulmate,

Some days it was true,

Wake up to laughter,

Instead of that awkward silence,

Thoughts of you not addressing,

Why you've been undressing,

Other women with your

eyes,

Could be in person,

While you are gone,

I never stopped you from going,

anywhere,

I'd tip toe as if walking on glass around You,

Afraid to ask you anything,

Involving those memories You held,

You kept,

With other women,

You hate explaining what you think I should know,

Like,

Me, being the love of your life,

Like your wife,

So I play the role,

and you play with my mind,

As we pretend you're right,

I shouldn't question,

anything,

I should just know,

You'd see so much,

You'd do what you do,

Come home on time,

But I knew,

We can't pretend I never,

yanked your hair in passion,

On the floor,

Where we fell,

As you held me,

I cant think,

I can't take care of you,

me and them,

Without asking you,

Why hurt me, then do me,

But not see me cry.

You said I took good care of all of your hearts,

But what about mine,

I held onto my hurt,

And tip toed on the glass that fell onto the floor,

You walked away, and I asked nothing more.

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[agapetheartist]

Roses~ An Animation Story Written and Spoken Word: Deborah Joyce Art:  Agape.

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[leetrois]

Here is a snippet from my book #ifpoetrywereshortstories called "Confessions of the other guy"

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[mydopesoul]

Not sober

Here I go again,

Drinking that sin..

Thinking about my current situation

And how I know I can’t win.

Oops sorry for the late text

Opps sorry we couldn’t meet up

Or opps sorry it’s my turn to interrupt.

Again I’m just here test my trust.

Man fuck them and fuck him too.

Feels like all the words come out

When that drink hit my mouth.

I could lay out the blueprint

Of me

Instead you choose not to see.

I’m a grown as women!

Not interested in having a whole

Whole phone book of men.

Well fuck you.

Because I’ve told you what I wanted

And wanted was your time.

I didn’t even ask for a single dime.

Just some late night thoughts

From my not so sober tongue

And I’m not done.

May 4, 2019

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[melvsmankind-blog]

I noticed myself singing while I was on my way while I was on my way up Madison Avenue, and the things is, I’ve actually been singing quite a bit.

I’ve been humming like the night does around twilight and before dawn, like those deep visceral vibrations that stretch over the roofs of mouths and buildings and their exhaust fans, that echo

echo

echo

the buzz of swallows that rise with the sun.

But it’s their persistent song that gets me, the way they fly and perch so gallantly, to pause and breathe, and hum their unfettered tune, threading it softly through the mangled nest of wires that hang loosely above our street.

Our street.

Where not a soul knows the hum of your soul like I. Maybe that’s why I’m singing,

or because your entire being in its majestic entirety is the essence of flying and standing still

simultaneously,

(if you can fashion the analogous concept of how crisp the air must feel to nightingales, or how moist the soil down and about the roots of a tree must feel to the kiss of rain)

what I means is

what I means is

what I means is that this love— this juicy, tender, tear down the wall thing, this unlearn, rewire, reset it all, thing this I know that caged birds sing better free thing, this come as you are but know who I be thing, this firewater and bare skin gingering thing,

this I am Eden and divine premonition—my thing, thing

this no longer afraid to love cause me and I have a thing - thing,

the realization that I can hold you for ages beyond forever still and grow wings thing,   that man should be measured by the size of his heart and the weight of his character thing,

this seismic, effervescent, sedimentary love akin to mountains thing

and yet, there are universes still to be unearthed, this fact is quite marvelous to entertain in fact, the very microcosm of miracle that has been placed between your heart and mine is simply a beauty to behold,  beholden to the fact that eyes are accustomed to their own light refracted through the soul of another, interpreted as physics, as the aforementioned are almost never regarded, and the alchemy of your love tells me of the beyond

that beyond this, I will always be everywhere time lies,

for even gods are in search of better clocks to measure its minutia

against so they’ve selected us

being the sole parties to this paradise of sorts the blending and birthing of new terrain to traverse makes this particular journey ripe with amazement  

and I for one, keep humming and humming and humming

because the tune is too good, too good to not bathe in the intricacies of your love and the fact that you have been blessed with such lovely bones

—on my way up Madison Avenue, to catch the M96 bus

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[butteronmypen]

we think pain is love.

we think pain is love.

we love pain like earth love rain.

we love us like come close and go away.

we don’t know what to be or who to say.

but we stay.

we wrapped tight round this unrequited space. 

we steal touch from arms brush we dream kiss from locked gaze. 

we not human we maze we ping pong our emotions, make ball and paddle of words we say. 

angry at the other for always choosing to play.

but we stay.

we too good for this gray. 

we too smart for this fray. 

we don’t know how to love so instead we give pain.

and we think pain is love. 

love pain like earth love rain. 

we say come close and really mean go away.

we know it’s not enough, we know it’s not okay.

but we stay.

C. 2020 Rashawna Wilson

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[brewritesworld]

After Lucille Clifton

Okra seeds resting

between cornrowed scalps

we braved seas and still never dropped the roots

planted ourselves upon new shores

and watched white men call our crops they own

that’s what happens when you the blueprint and the harvest

bees buzzing across new worlds

cus you the honey

freedom gon’ ring

cus it’s all we’ve ever known

to dance and don’t care who watching

to tell our stories loudly

with full mouths

cus what had happened wuz

to cut up

to laugh ourselves into new realities

to bake the mac and cheeze

to fry the wings hard

to soak the greens

yes, to the old bay, always

no vacancy on earth for the wretched

for the nappy

for the dark

for the Black

freedom gon’ ring

cus it’s was born

right here

between starshine and clay

in these Black bones

BAL

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[dearenomis]

This temple of discarded organs, flesh and bones remains erect. Knowing their owner will come around one day, with the ability to love them. The day she returned: She thanked her heart for continuing to keep its beat, though she once prayed for it to halt. She gracefully elongated her spine, amazed by her vertebrae’s will to still align and support her. Her skin flushed with plum undertones at her touch. For the first time, not from honed metal dragging across it. Cuts healed, no longer a physical manifestation of emotional torment she was unable to process. She tightly embraced her bosom, once kept hidden, fearful of the lascivious gazes of men. Scolding her frame for its maturity, she was too young to discern their perversion. She nourished her lips with balm, pardoning them for uttering words of consent her body did not desire. Disrespecting the physical and spiritual boundaries she now enforces with vigor. She continued to collect her scorned parts, kissing her scars, and honoring her flesh. And with new hope and light, she walks away from the temple that housed her shattered pieces. The temple that protected them, until she was ready to forgive.

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[unicornss-and-mermaidss]

Close the door and take off your notions where you stand,

Don't move, I want to make love to your mind,

Together we can travel and unravel the intricate riddles of life,

The deeper I penetrate your mind, the better,

Let me gaze into your mind,

I need to taste your thought process,

I want to make out with your inner thoughts,

While I slowly penetrate what fuels you,

Teasing you,

Stimulating you,

Stroking your brain,

You've hit the climax,

I can see it in your eyes,

Your reasoning unfolding right in front of me,

You're panting,

You gather your breath,

You lay there in a bliss,

Sealed with a kiss.

@unicornss-and-mermaidss

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[xxwickedsin]

prayer books

We wrote to God our two years together, Prayers that we knew could be answered, Humble pleading,

Before we lived to get through the pain, Like life taught us, A little prayer would get us through the day, so we thought, Look where He brought us,

Together, We wrote to God, And he gave us a new life, In simple worship, A pen for less speaking, How could our vows to God weaken, Right after He delivered our son Deacon,

Through prayer I can help erase what was done, but only if you pray too, Together we will pray and write them down, We wont save lies but the truth.

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[thewroadsidepoet-blog]

The End. Day 3.

On day three of my 100 days of Poetry, I will be giving you guys one of my poems. I hope you enjoy it. It's titled the end.

The End

It began as a sweet sunny honeysuckle, On the day of arrival, When wine, tonic and gin, tore up the mask.

Tore open the facade of deceit to reveal the reality A truth of being It began with you stating what might happen next You, asking if I was willing to live with this.

The new space that will form, The new, that might consume the old, The new that changes everything.

It began when two faces became one, that fateful day.

It began when two become one.

But there was hesitancy As two friends became strangers, As closeness brought distance. Two who thought they knew each other, Now separated by familiarity.

There was hesitancy as one wasn’t the one, But the experiment, the trial, sheer experience kept them going.

It was an adventure, a taste of the rich berry.

But sobriety will hit you, It will awaken you at dawn.

To inform you again of what you desire.

Three nights, Three nights of hot-cold, passion, and pleasure To push away solitude

Three Nights of knowing but refusing to face it, Of wanting yet still rejecting.

But the heart doesn't lie, It leads the way.

And eventually informs the head, to leave.

We made no conditions We accepted it as it was, no conditions, Nothing said; nothing expected.

But the heart is delicate Fragile and slips easily Falling and shattering to 1000 irredeemable pieces.

It began and yet ended, Just as it began.

The first one, the last one. It ended before it even started.

But one refused to let go. Refused to let go, hoping Change might be looming by, to wash and bring newness.

But the heart cannot lie. And this has to end. End as it began, Sudden, Unplanned and unexplained. A Chapter closed.

                                                                                              - Pharez Monney.

© 2016 by Pharez Monney. All rights reserved.

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