Poems About Africa Seeking Honest Critique
#Africa
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:09pm
9th Dec 2024 1:09pm
~defenseless
in the heart of auburn equatorial sun
drumming wild with wet thunderbeats
of shrinking craniums & surfacing
uraniums- with winking tricky glints
of golden diamonds, busy feeding
the bloodied cartels
where also the social bonobos
still thrive in the feminine reigns
enriched by the gushing wide
riverine Congo & the falling high
Zongo in sand~ slurried screens
i stand (fading pale and blinded
as a frailly miniature grouped out ant ...
drumming wild with wet thunderbeats
of shrinking craniums & surfacing
uraniums- with winking tricky glints
of golden diamonds, busy feeding
the bloodied cartels
where also the social bonobos
still thrive in the feminine reigns
enriched by the gushing wide
riverine Congo & the falling high
Zongo in sand~ slurried screens
i stand (fading pale and blinded
as a frailly miniature grouped out ant ...
#Africa
#dark
#freedom
#politics
#rebellion
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10 Comments
Wordsmith
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 7:26pm
24th Oct 2024 7:26pm
The Cry of Africa
In the heart of Africa... a tale unfolds,
of oil and gold... diamonds and coal
riches untold... of lands turned cold.
Our soil, a treasure... deep and vast
Yet stolen by shadows from the very past.
Corrupt leaders sit... on lofty thrones
Trading futures... for foreign loans.
They dine in luxury... in gold arrays,
While the people suffer... lost in haze.
The streets are weary... hope is thin
Promises broken... time and time again.
They speak of change... with polished lies
ELÖFÖKANBALÈ... now, our tensions hyped
While...
of oil and gold... diamonds and coal
riches untold... of lands turned cold.
Our soil, a treasure... deep and vast
Yet stolen by shadows from the very past.
Corrupt leaders sit... on lofty thrones
Trading futures... for foreign loans.
They dine in luxury... in gold arrays,
While the people suffer... lost in haze.
The streets are weary... hope is thin
Promises broken... time and time again.
They speak of change... with polished lies
ELÖFÖKANBALÈ... now, our tensions hyped
While...
#Africa
#corruption
#freedom
#peace
#politics
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2 Comments
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
71 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
146 reads
8 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
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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
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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
153 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
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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
The time has come 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...
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...
#murder
#evil
#America
#Africa
#racism
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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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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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3 Comments
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