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.
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
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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
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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
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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
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
5th Mar 2023 00:57am
5th Mar 2023 00:57am
Acacia Soul
Acacia Soul
Your soulful journey could be
an exquisite myth of long ago
but is as real as the sun that rises.
Each chapter is a pearl
from your poetic universe
that shines like an iridescent star
in the heaven of your world.
Magic from a far-off land
sings to me like a woman while cooking
and takes me into your heart
where lies treasures untold
that gleam with the powers
of your spirit whose allure
is a sienna tracks ...
Your soulful journey could be
an exquisite myth of long ago
but is as real as the sun that rises.
Each chapter is a pearl
from your poetic universe
that shines like an iridescent star
in the heaven of your world.
Magic from a far-off land
sings to me like a woman while cooking
and takes me into your heart
where lies treasures untold
that gleam with the powers
of your spirit whose allure
is a sienna tracks ...
#women
#Africa
#trees
#nature
#spiritual
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2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
31st Dec 2022 11:10pm
31st Dec 2022 11:10pm
Haile Selassie Is Not God
Rastafarians will feel animosity towards the author of this composition.
Emperor Haile Selassie was a wicked and corrupt ruler, not God.
He did not care about the underprivileged people of Ethiopia.
Millions of Negroes starved and suffered under his oppressive leadership.
The uncivilized Rastas rejoiced that their god was coming for them.
His Imperial Majesty Emperor Haile Selassie I visited Jamaica on April 21, 1966.
And he needed an interpreter to translate between English and his tongue.
What kind of god does not understand the language of...
Emperor Haile Selassie was a wicked and corrupt ruler, not God.
He did not care about the underprivileged people of Ethiopia.
Millions of Negroes starved and suffered under his oppressive leadership.
The uncivilized Rastas rejoiced that their god was coming for them.
His Imperial Majesty Emperor Haile Selassie I visited Jamaica on April 21, 1966.
And he needed an interpreter to translate between English and his tongue.
What kind of god does not understand the language of...
#oppression
#Africa
#religion
#God
#suffering
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
30th Aug 2022 2:17am
30th Aug 2022 2:17am
America
It is time to lift up the carpet of deception and expose the dirt that you swept under it.
We do not care whether you can stand the smell of your own excrement or not.
Your opportunistic forefathers ran away from Great Britain and came to the west as wanders.
They settled in other people’s lands and they reaped what they did not cultivate.
The Americans claimed that they discovered a land, but the land had already been inhabited by people.
So the country that you proudly call your home does not belong to you; it is a stolen land.
Your dishonest teachers and...
We do not care whether you can stand the smell of your own excrement or not.
Your opportunistic forefathers ran away from Great Britain and came to the west as wanders.
They settled in other people’s lands and they reaped what they did not cultivate.
The Americans claimed that they discovered a land, but the land had already been inhabited by people.
So the country that you proudly call your home does not belong to you; it is a stolen land.
Your dishonest teachers and...
#murder
#evil
#America
#Africa
#racism
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
9th Jun 2022 1:38am
9th Jun 2022 1:38am
Baobab Fruit - rewrite
Baobab Fruit
The magic hour of nightfall approaches
We follow the avenue of the baobab trees
to the home whose hidden history cries
like a nightingale in the forest of dreams
The path between the old souls
made of wood is cool and dark
as the black forest on a gothic evening
under the howl of a hyena moon
The sky has a salmon-pink...
The magic hour of nightfall approaches
We follow the avenue of the baobab trees
to the home whose hidden history cries
like a nightingale in the forest of dreams
The path between the old souls
made of wood is cool and dark
as the black forest on a gothic evening
under the howl of a hyena moon
The sky has a salmon-pink...
#Africa
#nature
#spiritual #mythology
#spiritual #mythology
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DaddyPhantom
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 3:09am
26th Nov 2021 3:09am
We Us Me Them
Collectively
We can’t manage
While stranded in this indeterminate state of perpetuated hate against…Mirror images
Despite outer appearances and
Contrary to popular belief
We’re not the Meek that shall inherit the planet
We Are;
Accessories to crimes committed against;
Not just Our Own Kin
But every face of destruction and death that exist overseas
To the East where Blood spills
As quickly as the Gold Oil and Diamonds slips into the hands of Foreign Opportunist
Beneficiaries
With Mercenaries
We’ve distance our hearts...
We can’t manage
While stranded in this indeterminate state of perpetuated hate against…Mirror images
Despite outer appearances and
Contrary to popular belief
We’re not the Meek that shall inherit the planet
We Are;
Accessories to crimes committed against;
Not just Our Own Kin
But every face of destruction and death that exist overseas
To the East where Blood spills
As quickly as the Gold Oil and Diamonds slips into the hands of Foreign Opportunist
Beneficiaries
With Mercenaries
We’ve distance our hearts...
#Africa
#money
#greed
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Wordsmith
Poem Published
21st Aug 2021 8:25pm
21st Aug 2021 8:25pm
My African Beauty
Aye
Your glowing smile
Fill my heart
With luminous sparks
that the stars
in the sky
feel mesmerised
by the refulgent stars
in your luccent eyes
Your glowing smile
Fill my heart
With luminous sparks
that the stars
in the sky
feel mesmerised
by the refulgent stars
in your luccent eyes
#love
#beauty
#Africa #passion
#Africa #passion
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anewpoet
William Fox
William Fox
Poem Published
18th Aug 2021 7:05am
18th Aug 2021 7:05am
How The Pyramids Came To Be
In the Bible it tells us "we can move
mountains with our mind" being as
the writing are Metaphoric and
Symbolic we have it...so let me tell you
how the Pyramids were most likely built
some wise guy or maybe many wise guys
learned how to make their mind work right
they moved those stones with their mind
it was just as easy as making a pie
that is how the Pyramids came to be
the Bible tells us so...all the engineers
in the world have never came up with
a better plan...I have laid this matter to
rest...I should get some kind of...
mountains with our mind" being as
the writing are Metaphoric and
Symbolic we have it...so let me tell you
how the Pyramids were most likely built
some wise guy or maybe many wise guys
learned how to make their mind work right
they moved those stones with their mind
it was just as easy as making a pie
that is how the Pyramids came to be
the Bible tells us so...all the engineers
in the world have never came up with
a better plan...I have laid this matter to
rest...I should get some kind of...
#Africa
191 reads
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
1st Aug 2021 00:16am
1st Aug 2021 00:16am
TWISTER
Left hand red
Left foot black
Right foot green
Maybe go back?
Right hand red
Right foot white
Left foot blue
Inalienable right?
Right is white?
Wrong is black?
All about the green?
Except those who lack?
Stop on red
Yield on yellow
Go on green
Hearts now hollow?
What's the color of sorrow?
Left foot black
Right foot green
Maybe go back?
Right hand red
Right foot white
Left foot blue
Inalienable right?
Right is white?
Wrong is black?
All about the green?
Except those who lack?
Stop on red
Yield on yellow
Go on green
Hearts now hollow?
What's the color of sorrow?
#LifeStruggles
#America
#Africa
#greed
#despair
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