Poems about Africa and being African
#Africa
Poems about Africa and African culture, history, politics and lifestyle. Also poems about countries, cities and landscapes within Africa, and poetry about African poets and famous African people.
Maekandex
Poem Published
11th Sep 2024 5:39pm
11th Sep 2024 5:39pm
Locked In this space
Blown in the space
Wreck on our hands
Another 4 years in waste
On the block 20 and the bait 23
It is the moment we could have hit the jackpot
My space mate in struggle
Different opinions in bigotry
Echoes on the space
My breath oozy in the stench
We hit the poll
To pull the PO matrix
It was vibrant joy in the space
A time of liberation draws near
Our sufferings to be written in the sand of time
Long time in our history
We could beckon call of hope
Drum of liberation
Is the greatest of...
Wreck on our hands
Another 4 years in waste
On the block 20 and the bait 23
It is the moment we could have hit the jackpot
My space mate in struggle
Different opinions in bigotry
Echoes on the space
My breath oozy in the stench
We hit the poll
To pull the PO matrix
It was vibrant joy in the space
A time of liberation draws near
Our sufferings to be written in the sand of time
Long time in our history
We could beckon call of hope
Drum of liberation
Is the greatest of...
#Africa
#city
#home #prison
#home #prison
51 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Jun 2024 1:49am
27th Jun 2024 1:49am
Wild Ebony Flower
Wild Ebony Flower
Ebony firecracker
For moonlight pyrotechnics
In Bohemian heaven
Where her kisses are a rainforest canopy
Howling the midnight blues
Of a dreadlock dance storm
In the heart
Of a Reggae Mocha moon summer
When her West Indies rhythm
Is the atomic café jazz beat
Of my mambo queen
Who strums the hemp strings
Of my zouk guitar
Ebony firecracker
For moonlight pyrotechnics
In Bohemian heaven
Where her kisses are a rainforest canopy
Howling the midnight blues
Of a dreadlock dance storm
In the heart
Of a Reggae Mocha moon summer
When her West Indies rhythm
Is the atomic café jazz beat
Of my mambo queen
Who strums the hemp strings
Of my zouk guitar
#Africa
#beauty
#seductive
#sensual
#women
120 reads
2 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
20th Apr 2024 00:08am
20th Apr 2024 00:08am
Kidnapped
The rickety bus jolted as we were driven across the only real desert in Africa . I'm trying to stay positive pushing back thoughts of how easily it would be for the old bus to break down at any moment
I decided to dismiss the thought because we had finally reached Cape Town. I couldn't wait to see all of it and film everything in sight
But it wasn't in the cards as things changed in a split second. Suddenly , I feared the worse as our bus was flagged down by two men
They were white men that climbed aboard with guns in hand wearing nothing to disguise what they...
I decided to dismiss the thought because we had finally reached Cape Town. I couldn't wait to see all of it and film everything in sight
But it wasn't in the cards as things changed in a split second. Suddenly , I feared the worse as our bus was flagged down by two men
They were white men that climbed aboard with guns in hand wearing nothing to disguise what they...
#Africa
#anxiety
#fear #suffering
#fear #suffering
130 reads
8 Comments
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
6th Apr 2024 10:40pm
6th Apr 2024 10:40pm
Moroccan Night
Beneath the Moroccan moon, a tale unfolds,
Where genies in bottles await their cues,
Beside Aladdin's lamp, enchantment takes hold,
As we immerse in a world that's vibrant and true.
Aromas of spices dance upon the air,
Whispering of authentic meals to be savored,
Tagines of fowl and lamb, fish and yams so fair,
Bastille chicken, a symphony of flavors flavored.
Finely ground walnuts and pecans, a delightful touch,
They weave a mysterious tapestry of taste,
Walls adorned in mosaics, alive and lush,
Brocaded chairs, vibrant...
Where genies in bottles await their cues,
Beside Aladdin's lamp, enchantment takes hold,
As we immerse in a world that's vibrant and true.
Aromas of spices dance upon the air,
Whispering of authentic meals to be savored,
Tagines of fowl and lamb, fish and yams so fair,
Bastille chicken, a symphony of flavors flavored.
Finely ground walnuts and pecans, a delightful touch,
They weave a mysterious tapestry of taste,
Walls adorned in mosaics, alive and lush,
Brocaded chairs, vibrant...
#beauty
#inspirational
#Africa #night
#Africa #night
148 reads
2 Comments
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 10:40pm
3rd Apr 2024 10:40pm
Casablanca City
Casablanca, the economic capital,
A city of grandeur and diversity,
Where modernity meets tradition,
A tapestry woven with remarkable landmarks.
Morocco Mall, Anfa Place, Tashfin Tower,
Twin Center standing tall and proud,
Symbols of progress and ambition,
Defining the city's skyline.
The largest road station and bustling Marina,
Connecting journeys, embracing the sea,
Guiding wanderers with a smile,
A warmth in the hearts of those who reside.
Africa's largest mosque stands with grace,
A beacon of faith and...
A city of grandeur and diversity,
Where modernity meets tradition,
A tapestry woven with remarkable landmarks.
Morocco Mall, Anfa Place, Tashfin Tower,
Twin Center standing tall and proud,
Symbols of progress and ambition,
Defining the city's skyline.
The largest road station and bustling Marina,
Connecting journeys, embracing the sea,
Guiding wanderers with a smile,
A warmth in the hearts of those who reside.
Africa's largest mosque stands with grace,
A beacon of faith and...
#Africa
#LifeChangingMoment
#CallToAction #culture
#CallToAction #culture
134 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
12th Feb 2024 3:49am
12th Feb 2024 3:49am
anansi
It's not always about being the hero, sometimes it's about
being the trickster.”—Anansi Boys
akan-jamaican passion
landscaped not by vext ration
a little axe that fells big trees
cunning in sun and rain and breeze
fearful of no assassin
stealthy without moccasin
an octopus with human
face and spider’s acumen
he...
being the trickster.”—Anansi Boys
akan-jamaican passion
landscaped not by vext ration
a little axe that fells big trees
cunning in sun and rain and breeze
fearful of no assassin
stealthy without moccasin
an octopus with human
face and spider’s acumen
he...
#Africa
#narrative
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
133 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2024 2:14am
2nd Jan 2024 2:14am
Sacred Space
Sacred Space
He is a priest not a soldier
Not in the line of fire
Christ wasn’t trying to start a revolution
And neither is he.
Sons of Spanish explorers
Kneel beside daughters with calloused hands
From picking coffee beans
When the sun dawns
Until Sol falls to his knees
And sinks like the parishioners
In humble obeisance
So those of African descent lend their ear
To absorb this lesson so long coming
For their ancestors who wore chains
But now gaze from the pulpit
As ghosts in the genes ...
He is a priest not a soldier
Not in the line of fire
Christ wasn’t trying to start a revolution
And neither is he.
Sons of Spanish explorers
Kneel beside daughters with calloused hands
From picking coffee beans
When the sun dawns
Until Sol falls to his knees
And sinks like the parishioners
In humble obeisance
So those of African descent lend their ear
To absorb this lesson so long coming
For their ancestors who wore chains
But now gaze from the pulpit
As ghosts in the genes ...
#love
#violence
#Africa
#religion
#peace
151 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
28th Dec 2023 4:13am
28th Dec 2023 4:13am
pacifique
juvenile poetess
her eyes light up mornings,
although she knows no mother;
in simple adornings,
she hungers for no other,
because she knows that deeper depths of love
are greater than swift eye or tongue can prove.
her sotto voce songs
entice the newborn daylight
to pacify the wrongs
that constitute her stage fright;
for, when the shades of night wither away,
she dares not swoon in daytime beaujolais.
her name is pacifique,
her nature eye-of-tempest;
her penchant pro-afrique,
her...
her eyes light up mornings,
although she knows no mother;
in simple adornings,
she hungers for no other,
because she knows that deeper depths of love
are greater than swift eye or tongue can prove.
her sotto voce songs
entice the newborn daylight
to pacify the wrongs
that constitute her stage fright;
for, when the shades of night wither away,
she dares not swoon in daytime beaujolais.
her name is pacifique,
her nature eye-of-tempest;
her penchant pro-afrique,
her...
#strength
#courage
#childhood
#Africa
#poverty
147 reads
0 Comments
Hunterapsych
Poem Published
25th Aug 2023 5:30am
25th Aug 2023 5:30am
Beauty and Bewilderment
The most intense landscape
swallowed in the sweltering sun,
the desert screams in silence.
Sandstorms sprouting and small houses in the distance,
this land of dust and heat demands the strongest will to survive.
On this path you will meet the kindest and most resilient of beings
seeing life from an ancient but timeless perspective.
Determined and confident in each moment of uncertainty
is what you must be in this most unforgiving of environments.
Surrounding mountains sheltered in the shade of the clouds.
Beyond the brutality...
swallowed in the sweltering sun,
the desert screams in silence.
Sandstorms sprouting and small houses in the distance,
this land of dust and heat demands the strongest will to survive.
On this path you will meet the kindest and most resilient of beings
seeing life from an ancient but timeless perspective.
Determined and confident in each moment of uncertainty
is what you must be in this most unforgiving of environments.
Surrounding mountains sheltered in the shade of the clouds.
Beyond the brutality...
#Africa
#spiritual
#travel
#SelfDiscovery
#desert
140 reads
5 Comments
Gentle
Poem Published
18th Jun 2023 11:07pm
18th Jun 2023 11:07pm
THE CLARION CALL
Our sire's sight, our mama's care
Our distinct cults and lives we own
Distinct tongues and Distances fair
Left we did, to the land unknown
In cage we stayed in the prison zone
Who will not miss the clarion call!
Earlier we woke than the land to serve
"Under the sun or in the rain" I recall
We stood and sang with skill and verve
The land we have, we vowed to preserve
Fun it was to a thousand and one
Man O War drill and lecture fright
Early waking for just a dry run
The soccer game and the fire night ...
Our distinct cults and lives we own
Distinct tongues and Distances fair
Left we did, to the land unknown
In cage we stayed in the prison zone
Who will not miss the clarion call!
Earlier we woke than the land to serve
"Under the sun or in the rain" I recall
We stood and sang with skill and verve
The land we have, we vowed to preserve
Fun it was to a thousand and one
Man O War drill and lecture fright
Early waking for just a dry run
The soccer game and the fire night ...
#Africa
#school
#learning
#determination
#success
194 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Apr 2023 9:48pm
28th Apr 2023 9:48pm
Grandpa Blues for Grandma & Me
Grandpa Blues for Grandma & Me
Deserted gas station
In pitch black cloak
Of an African American gentleman
Ambling down the street
Our guardian seraph
On this blue avenue
Where parishioners of the church congregate
And a New Jerusalem waits
The man ushers us down the aisle
What is your name I ask?
“Richard, too many people know me
Where I died in Paris
But here hardly anyone knows me.
I prefer the anonymity of my hometown.”
And the memory of a lonely sign
By the bluffs that honors the Native Son ...
Deserted gas station
In pitch black cloak
Of an African American gentleman
Ambling down the street
Our guardian seraph
On this blue avenue
Where parishioners of the church congregate
And a New Jerusalem waits
The man ushers us down the aisle
What is your name I ask?
“Richard, too many people know me
Where I died in Paris
But here hardly anyone knows me.
I prefer the anonymity of my hometown.”
And the memory of a lonely sign
By the bluffs that honors the Native Son ...
#love
#father
#brother
#Africa
#spiritual
197 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2023 5:21am
3rd Apr 2023 5:21am
The Discovery of Coffee
The Discovery of Coffee
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a brew of exquisite...
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a brew of exquisite...
#women
#childhood
#Africa
#shadows
#coffee
157 reads
8 Comments
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