#black poem

[blackpoetry]

WE WRITE

Our hands splay toward some Hazy & far-flung happiness & we cleave open for some fragile Non-evil, no matter how brief: To touch, To meet, To human Again; a scatter of non-particular Wonders to be revisited. All these unutterable blessings we forfeited- Hugs, hope, heart- Finally beloved by all & belittled by none. It will take a whole fleet Of words to return. * * * Then comes the thrust of our throats: There is no more revenge We shall boast, no matter How heavily bladed in our fingers. Change is made of choices, & choices are made of character. Cling to whatever brings us to begin, Even if it is formless as foam. We keep hoping For no reason at all. For every reason we share.

It is loss, as well as logic, When we cry: May those laid to rest never leave us,         But lead us to rise. We lived. & that was more than we asked for. We, too, must howl ourselves ablaze. * * * We write Because you might listen. We write because We are lost & lonely, & you, like us, Are looking & learning.

Written by Amanda Gorman Courtesy of; https://www.afropoets.net/amandagorman.html

[lmgihaltl]

the words trickled down my chin 

pooling at my feet 

laughing at my reflection 

laughing at my silence 

waters rose 

but I said nothing 

comfort began to feel like lighting small forest fires on bare skin 

the smell of burning flesh on the surface

tearing onyx colored skin to pieces 

forgetting pink pajamas hair puffs and pretty charcoal dolls  

dragging points and destinations that led to 

nothing

you tore me apart like plato 

but I said nothing  

Lauren Mackenzie

[cjoatprehn]

I found this from one of my journals back from 2018-2019. I just remember being at my maternal grandma’s place before I joined Tumblr. I think I wrote this after a tough verbal argument time with her.

I found it today, so I’m gonna post it; after making the graphic for it from my notebook page.

[florifer]

will i always be this angry?

[thehopefulquotes]

I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life, and start figuring out the one I have.

Holly Black

[zegalba]

Comme des Garçons Poem T-Shirt (2001) Designed By: Junya Watanabe

[aloeverawrites]

I want black children to be seen as children and not treated like adults. I don’t want black boys to be targeted as black men or black girls to be written off as “acting too grown.”

I want them to pursue their interests and dreams and not have anyone stand in their way. I want them to grow up and only know racism as a thing of the past, something that’s never happened to them.

I want them to be loved, and safe, and supported and respected.

I want a better world for our black children.

[aqua-regia009]

Samuel Taylor Coleridge poem The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Illustrated by Gustave Doré (French, 1832-1883)

[nightmareevara]

That urge to turn your giggles into moans

[beasteaterr]

not love at first sight but curiosity at first glance. the need to know more, to learn everything. an inability to look away. they say attention is the beginning of devotion — you've always had all of mine.

halo

[asoftepiloguemylove]

AND I'LL NEVER GO HOME AGAIN // YOUR CHILDHOOD HOME AND THE PAST INSIDE OF IT

Maya Angelou // @filmnoirsbian // BoJack Horseman (2014-2020) from The Old Sugarman Place dir. Anne Walker Farrell // Tennessee Williams The Milk Train Doesn't Stop Here Anymore // Anne Sexton A Story For Rose On The Midnight Flight To Boston // Noah Kahan Paul Revere // pinterest // The Woman in Black (2012) dir. James Watkins // Ariel Gore We Were Witches // Katherine Fabrizio A Poem From the Good Daughter to the Difficult Mother // Marble Hornets cr. Troy Wagner // AroarA #6

[blackpoetry]

The Perfect Ease of Grain

The perfect ease of grain Time enough to spill The flavor of a woman carried through the rain. Honey-talk tongues Down home dreams A rushed by shapely prayer. Evening lips part to hush Questions raised at dawn. The melon yields another slice. Fingers understand. Ecstasy becomes us all. Red cherries become jam. Deep juvenile sleep A whistle trace White shorelines in green air. Welcome doors held open When goodbye is "So long." The perfect poise of grain Time enough to spill The flavor of a woman remembered on a train. Written by Toni Morrison

Courtesy of; https://www.afropoets.net/tonimorrison.html

[quotefeeling]

I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life, and start figuring out the one I have.

Holly Black

[luthienne]

Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; "Miracle of the Black Leg"

[Text ID: —what knowledge haunts each body, / what history, what phantom ache?]

[purr-in-ink]

A little poem from the kitty 🐈‍⬛

[grendel-menz]

moth wings and other things