Poems About Africa Seeking Friendly Advice
#Africa
HottNess
Poem Published
5th May 2019 2:14pm
5th May 2019 2:14pm
Africa,I am
I am Africa
Like kinetic findings
Carbon based
My skin wears in a subtle way
I am Africa
Medicinal properties buried deep
In these layers
Curve after curve
I am someone's medicine
That's has been remixed and reshelved.
That's why I am Africa.
A connector of life
How dare you give one such credit
I am dirty and dangerous
And so undeserving
Yet you come to me
Examine me Find my treasure
I beg not
Even if you're not a theif
You will love me
I am Africa.
I ask not because in...
Like kinetic findings
Carbon based
My skin wears in a subtle way
I am Africa
Medicinal properties buried deep
In these layers
Curve after curve
I am someone's medicine
That's has been remixed and reshelved.
That's why I am Africa.
A connector of life
How dare you give one such credit
I am dirty and dangerous
And so undeserving
Yet you come to me
Examine me Find my treasure
I beg not
Even if you're not a theif
You will love me
I am Africa.
I ask not because in...
#Africa
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Apr 2019 6:46pm
10th Apr 2019 6:46pm
Kilimanjaro – A Dream
Kilimanjaro – A Dream
The chassis bumps us along the western slope
of Kilimanjaro
The eastern sun rises in a haloed circle
In dizzying loops to lasso peak
Blinding my eyes to the prize
Of alpine epiphany on a baptismal summit
A hitchhiker knows the way
The ghost lady takes the driver’s seat
Her hands hold the wheel
To steer us onward to the sun stirrups
Her pale blue eyes reflect a séance of tears
With her climb long over and ending in tragedy
Leaving her to roam the hallowed ground
Where she was buried ...
The chassis bumps us along the western slope
of Kilimanjaro
The eastern sun rises in a haloed circle
In dizzying loops to lasso peak
Blinding my eyes to the prize
Of alpine epiphany on a baptismal summit
A hitchhiker knows the way
The ghost lady takes the driver’s seat
Her hands hold the wheel
To steer us onward to the sun stirrups
Her pale blue eyes reflect a séance of tears
With her climb long over and ending in tragedy
Leaving her to roam the hallowed ground
Where she was buried ...
#Africa
#mountains
#cars #ghosts
#cars #ghosts
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
31st Mar 2019 6:50pm
31st Mar 2019 6:50pm
Ecotourism - A Dream
Ecotourism - A Dream
My ecotourism is done on a shoestring
via an airfare war on a flight to central Africa
where my backpacking odyssey into Rwanda
takes me into a thatched roof region of the soul.
There I taste bananas fresh from the plant
and hold a baby in bundled joy with a cute prehensile tail
reminding me of our origins among the treetops.
Here whispers of civil unrest are heard in the cities.
But before me, the exotic flora and fauna
of the forest wait to be explored.
I chat with a guide on the...
My ecotourism is done on a shoestring
via an airfare war on a flight to central Africa
where my backpacking odyssey into Rwanda
takes me into a thatched roof region of the soul.
There I taste bananas fresh from the plant
and hold a baby in bundled joy with a cute prehensile tail
reminding me of our origins among the treetops.
Here whispers of civil unrest are heard in the cities.
But before me, the exotic flora and fauna
of the forest wait to be explored.
I chat with a guide on the...
#Africa
#travel
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
5th Feb 2019 1:32am
5th Feb 2019 1:32am
Tangiers Afternoon
Tangiers Afternoon
She breathes like the breeze in a tamarind grove upon his face. Her henna-dyed tresses drift by him like thunderclouds laced with lightning in the marketplace. They ignite memories of the Tangiers where once his rose glistened with pearls of dew born in desire.
She caressed his wrinkled body with fingers soft as rain and bathed him in her fountain of youth. With rose petal hands she washed him in sunlight and combed the snowy hair on the roof of his head in their May December love.
They met in the Casbah when he stepped down the...
She breathes like the breeze in a tamarind grove upon his face. Her henna-dyed tresses drift by him like thunderclouds laced with lightning in the marketplace. They ignite memories of the Tangiers where once his rose glistened with pearls of dew born in desire.
She caressed his wrinkled body with fingers soft as rain and bathed him in her fountain of youth. With rose petal hands she washed him in sunlight and combed the snowy hair on the roof of his head in their May December love.
They met in the Casbah when he stepped down the...
#grief
#marriage
#romantic
#death
#Africa
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eleazerobeng
Poem Published
8th Sep 2018 11:26pm
8th Sep 2018 11:26pm
I want to stay alive.
Dear Mum,
Since I knew how to say 'I love you',
I knew something was up.
My little mind back then tried to explain it, till now I still ask why.
I hid behind you
so they wouldn't call me names
but that didn’t help.
Regardless of my cell make-up,
I'm already soft and I’m trying
...but I can't.
I just want to stay alive and come home so I can fall asleep on your shoulders.
Dear Dad,
From your eyes I see disappointment
I know, I'm disappointed too.
I want to make you proud,
just hold on to me a little longer ...
Since I knew how to say 'I love you',
I knew something was up.
My little mind back then tried to explain it, till now I still ask why.
I hid behind you
so they wouldn't call me names
but that didn’t help.
Regardless of my cell make-up,
I'm already soft and I’m trying
...but I can't.
I just want to stay alive and come home so I can fall asleep on your shoulders.
Dear Dad,
From your eyes I see disappointment
I know, I'm disappointed too.
I want to make you proud,
just hold on to me a little longer ...
#hate
#parent
#identity
#LGBT
#Africa
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1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
14th Jun 2018 10:04am
14th Jun 2018 10:04am
vanished aircraft
The Vanished Aircraft
The plane that disappeared some years ago
with 290 passengers didn't fall into the sea
but landed at the back of the moon, where
The landscape was surprisingly lush if pale as
there are no red roses on the planet.
There was life on the planet, different in
shape and form and easy to tame and taste
like chicken, and disappeared as the Kiwi bird,
or almost as it was the plane's passengers
the only source of meat.
But there are plenty of edible fruits and vegetables
with no name yet; not to forget
a new...
The plane that disappeared some years ago
with 290 passengers didn't fall into the sea
but landed at the back of the moon, where
The landscape was surprisingly lush if pale as
there are no red roses on the planet.
There was life on the planet, different in
shape and form and easy to tame and taste
like chicken, and disappeared as the Kiwi bird,
or almost as it was the plane's passengers
the only source of meat.
But there are plenty of edible fruits and vegetables
with no name yet; not to forget
a new...
#America
#Africa
#earth
#utopia
#beach
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
9th Jun 2018 11:06am
9th Jun 2018 11:06am
Skeleton Coast
Skeleton Coast
Tan dunes loom over the beach as waves rhythmically roll crashing in succession leaving a bubbly froth which recedes back into the blue sea.
Hermit crabs scuttle across the sand seeking refuge in the cool ocean waters. The sun burns hot in the sky as the wind whips the sand from the Namib Desert across the beach.
The old woman keeps watch from behind the dunes. A figure starts to emerge before her terrified eyes. A lion prowls the desolate coast for food. The old woman is well versed in the art of animal talk having grown up quite fey....
Tan dunes loom over the beach as waves rhythmically roll crashing in succession leaving a bubbly froth which recedes back into the blue sea.
Hermit crabs scuttle across the sand seeking refuge in the cool ocean waters. The sun burns hot in the sky as the wind whips the sand from the Namib Desert across the beach.
The old woman keeps watch from behind the dunes. A figure starts to emerge before her terrified eyes. A lion prowls the desolate coast for food. The old woman is well versed in the art of animal talk having grown up quite fey....
#Africa
#lion
#graveyard
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
8th Jun 2018 1:29am
8th Jun 2018 1:29am
Ethiopian Songbird
Ethiopian Songbird
The taste of Ethiopian dust followed her into her dreams. Also, the beggar, blind in one eye, was there, who never panhandled to the miserly rich because while their bank accounts were full their hearts were empty. Also, there was the gypsy woman whose wares she couldn’t afford but who let her sit in the shade of her market stall. And let’s not forget the soldier who shared water from his canteen and drove her home in his jeep after she’d been begging herself.
The night Mama’s water broke she wept. She didn’t...
The taste of Ethiopian dust followed her into her dreams. Also, the beggar, blind in one eye, was there, who never panhandled to the miserly rich because while their bank accounts were full their hearts were empty. Also, there was the gypsy woman whose wares she couldn’t afford but who let her sit in the shade of her market stall. And let’s not forget the soldier who shared water from his canteen and drove her home in his jeep after she’d been begging herself.
The night Mama’s water broke she wept. She didn’t...
#birth
#teens
#Africa #music
#Africa #music
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jidoski365
Poem Published
28th May 2018 8:09am
28th May 2018 8:09am
Africa:our spirit,our sound,our colour
Africa is rich in culture.
Blessed by nature.
I am proud to be African.
Our Spirit is high.
We Strive to achieve.
We are Africans.
Our Sound is loud.
Loud and clear.
I love Africa.
Our Colour is beautiful.
Beautiful is black.
We are who we are.
Blessed by nature.
I am proud to be African.
Our Spirit is high.
We Strive to achieve.
We are Africans.
Our Sound is loud.
Loud and clear.
I love Africa.
Our Colour is beautiful.
Beautiful is black.
We are who we are.
#strength
#Africa
#nature
#LifeGoals
#WritingPoetry
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
26th Apr 2018 4:45am
26th Apr 2018 4:45am
Guess what I’m doing NOW?
(Jade Tiger visits RevolutionAL in South Africa!)
I roar & romp right up to Al’s front door
And pose w’ paws on hips growlin’ his name.
He peeks a crack & blinks then hits the floor,
I push aside the plants and grab his frame!
I pounce upon Al’s bod' as he cries "OW!”,
There's no use to object, the signs are clear.
I'm hungry for some cow, I want it now,
You can't deny the fact Ms Tiger’s HERE.
Go throw some veggies on the bar-b-que.
I'll eat the steak half...
I roar & romp right up to Al’s front door
And pose w’ paws on hips growlin’ his name.
He peeks a crack & blinks then hits the floor,
I push aside the plants and grab his frame!
I pounce upon Al’s bod' as he cries "OW!”,
There's no use to object, the signs are clear.
I'm hungry for some cow, I want it now,
You can't deny the fact Ms Tiger’s HERE.
Go throw some veggies on the bar-b-que.
I'll eat the steak half...
#friendship
#Africa
#NaPoWriMo2018 #WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2018 #WritingPoetry
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DU Poetry : Poems About Africa Seeking Friendly Advice
