#African poets

[heartsoundslikelove]

ANNOUNCEMENT! Book Launch Featuring Elizabeth O Ogunmodede with her latest Poetry Book "The Beauty of Words"

REGISTER for the VIRTUAL Book Launch featuring Elizabeth O Ogunmodede with her latest Poetry Book “The Beauty of Words” or send an email to admin@prolificpulse.com to register. Learn more about Elizabeth and pick up a copy of her book: Prolific Pulse Press Dive into the enchanting world of poetic expression with “The Beauty of Words: A Poetry Collection” by Elizabeth O. Ogunmodede. This…

[chrisevansmentee]

So maybe it's not all about them, maybe I'm the problem.

Maybe I'm the sloppy lover, the one who doesn't want to do all the work and comes up with an excuse when all my plans fail.

The problem is me, I just didn't work hard enough or give enough of myself and that's why they left.

Or is it me?

It could be them.

They could be the problem for wanting more than I can offer.

For expecting a broken jug to hold water, for asking a broken clock for the correct time.

It could also be me for not wanting to work so hard to get their attention, for waiting for our energies or star signs or paths to align.

We both could be the problem and I'm willing to work.

Are they willing to work?

[alphabetsoup-blogposts]

Looking at the girl I love, A slim girl of the bright East, A small light of my life, I can feel the weight of the stars Bobbing on the empty palms of my hands; I can feel the surge of tides On the shores of the sea in my heart, (Come! The world becomes mine.) The moon pulls at my wax heart, Whose wick of honeyed love, Burns resplendent love out to a swooning world With a flame, red with the sun’s best blood.

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LOOKING AT THE GIRL I LOVE Njabulo S Ndebele

[yumesoraa]

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Its Spring time again. | 7.11.22 When I close my eyes, I ask us about the pillars we have held in our life, against the dark blue skies and thirty-three moons I am met with so much majesty, I close my eyes —again—. I can see now that we have come here to teach me about how my longing has to always be at our states of peace beck and call, that when our embodiment is of the lights we care to see…

[aslisjournal]

We don’t have the luxury of letting go of our dreams:

-the hunger isn’t always felt by us but by families -it’s tied to heart and spilled onto every gene, the fabric of the being -without it there’s no hope in rebuilding, the foundation of a country

Asli Hersi

[poetishes]

Just a Passer by

By Osward M. Mtshali I saw them clobber him with kieries I heard him scream with pain like a victim of slaughter; I smelt fresh blood gush from his nostrils, and flow in the street. I walked into the church and knelt in the pew ―Lord I love you. I also love my neighbour. Amen. I came out my heart as light as an angle‘s kiss on the cheek of a saintly soul. Back home I strutted past a crowd of…

[darealprisonart]

Dear God - Poets In Autumn (Cape Town)

Dear God – Poets In Autumn (Cape Town)

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MIz1dPDiWzk

[heartsoundslikelove]

ANNOUNCEMENT! The Fragments of my mind - the delicate lines to this place and time, is now available

For those seeking poetry that resonates with thoughtful individuals, poetry enthusiasts, children, educational institutions, and humanity at large, “The Fragments of My Mind: The Delicate Lines to This Place and Time” by Steve Anc is an excellent starting point. This anthology encompasses themes of hope, despair, love, self-care, power, fame, war, peace, and death. It showcases the allure of…

[chrisevansmentee]

I love you, I don't know.

I love you...

You love me...

We are one big family

With a great big hug

And a weight in my chest

And a tear in my eye

I love you

You love me

Then wait for me

With a great big hug

Let me be...

And a kiss from me to you

Tell me the truth

Won't you say, you love me too

This is only the beginning

Let me be...

Let love lead

I give you love, you give me love.

How do I live if you go?

I love you, I mean it...

How do I know if you mean yours?

I love you... I don't want you.

How do you expect me to move on when you die?

I've always loved you, always will, but my heart doesn't.

It won't be able to understand the fact that you don't exist anymore and with time it would stop pumping... There's no reason to pump anyway.

I... Love you?

I get to have you all to myself?

I get to have you... All to myself.

Yes!

But the world moves on.

They don't understand our lives, they don't understand what you did to me, they don't know you like I do.

I love you, I'll always love you.

Won't you say you love me too?

Won't you show me you do?

Won't you give me a sign?

I love you, I don't know.

[sheilabennati]

Be The Queen That You Are Be the Queen that you are, your king awaits. No woman has to lower her standards to better suit circumstances.

[deadassdiaspore]

[didierleclair]

Masks! Oh Masks! Black mask, red mask, you black and white masks, Rectangular masks through whom the spirit breathes, I greet you in silence! And you too, my panterheaded ancestor. You guard this place, that is closed to any feminine laughter, to any mortal smile. You purify the air of eternity, here where I breathe the air of my fathers. Masks of maskless faces, free from dimples and wrinkles. You have composed this image, this my face that bends over the altar of white paper. In the name of your image, listen to me! (...) LEOPOLD SEDAR SENGHOR

[poetishes]

Night by Wole Soyinka

Your hand is heavy, Night, upon my brow.I bear no heart mercuric like the clouds,to dare.Exacerbation from your subtle plough.Woman as a clam, on the sea’s cresent.I saw your jealous eye quench the sea’sFlouorescence, dance on the pulse incessantOf the waves. And I stood, drainedSubmitting like the sands, blood and brineCoursing to the roots. Night, you rainedSerrated shadows through dank…

[afrikanessence]

To suffer a death-like experience and be reborn, a beautiful mind forms...

To suffer a death-like experience and be reborn, a beautiful mind forms…

A continuous process of spontaneous growth

My thoughts unfold revealing stories knowing of enemies knowing of friends

Having neither, I abandon the trend of opinion

Throw caution to the wind for an intimate experience

These mysteries are taboo I find the voodoo that renews, the truth

is simple when observed from a safe distance in close quarters, it is hard to define

Possibilities from a point…

[art-house-cinema]

the poets (2018), dir. chivas devinck