Poems About Africa Seeking Honest Critique
#Africa
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
1st Feb 2019 11:06pm
1st Feb 2019 11:06pm
Cargo People 2
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At the kitchen table
Of oral histories
For the odes best
Remembered with
Glasses of milk and
Oreo cookies
Survived by
Mississippian
Grandmothers
Planting
Their
Cult of
Cargo
Phenomena-in
Old timey (and hard they use to dress me up in ruffle dresses with white ruffle white socks and uh when I came back home from with my cousins everything would be tore the fuck up. They were like good God almighty that girl is brogan. Soles...
At the kitchen table
Of oral histories
For the odes best
Remembered with
Glasses of milk and
Oreo cookies
Survived by
Mississippian
Grandmothers
Planting
Their
Cult of
Cargo
Phenomena-in
Old timey (and hard they use to dress me up in ruffle dresses with white ruffle white socks and uh when I came back home from with my cousins everything would be tore the fuck up. They were like good God almighty that girl is brogan. Soles...
#dreams
#Africa
#spiritual
#metaphor
#culture
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Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
29th Jan 2019 00:17am
29th Jan 2019 00:17am
Cargo People
(4Hero - Golden Solitude)
WWII planes
Tumbling into
Atoms divided
Years earlier
Molding
Near death into
Transmitters; and that which they
Rubbed interfaces with
They became
Building
Houses into the
Gods for
Remote sensing-
90 degrees of
Afronautic
Grasp:
Corners
Gaining
Technical
Comprehension;
Melanin
Dipped
Sorcerers
Pulling
Sun out of
Black
Matter.
WWII planes
Tumbling into
Atoms divided
Years earlier
Molding
Near death into
Transmitters; and that which they
Rubbed interfaces with
They became
Building
Houses into the
Gods for
Remote sensing-
90 degrees of
Afronautic
Grasp:
Corners
Gaining
Technical
Comprehension;
Melanin
Dipped
Sorcerers
Pulling
Sun out of
Black
Matter.
#war
#Africa
#spiritual
#redemption
#metaphor
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poetOftragedy
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2018 2:42am
23rd Dec 2018 2:42am
when settlers met voyagers
Many, many years ago they came to our shore.
Weary and tired they knocked on our door.
With open arms we welcomed them to our home.
They asked for water, oh we gave them food,
We showed them love and kindness,
We took them to our king and threw a great feast in their name.
Welcome to our humble abode.
Strangers they were, but we were happy to have them.
Pigmentless people we were fascinated just to who they are.
We sat and listened even when they talked in languages foreign to us.
They had fire sticks with them that made sounds of thunder. ...
Weary and tired they knocked on our door.
With open arms we welcomed them to our home.
They asked for water, oh we gave them food,
We showed them love and kindness,
We took them to our king and threw a great feast in their name.
Welcome to our humble abode.
Strangers they were, but we were happy to have them.
Pigmentless people we were fascinated just to who they are.
We sat and listened even when they talked in languages foreign to us.
They had fire sticks with them that made sounds of thunder. ...
#betrayal
#LifeStruggles
#Africa #historical
#Africa #historical
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11 Comments
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
20th Oct 2018 1:58pm
20th Oct 2018 1:58pm
Saga
I used
My bottom half
To navigate
The top
Half
Into
A continual
Saga
Of
Reckoning.
(Since you
Wanted
To hear
Africa
Talk.)
My bottom half
To navigate
The top
Half
Into
A continual
Saga
Of
Reckoning.
(Since you
Wanted
To hear
Africa
Talk.)
#women
#lesbian
#erotic
#Africa
#feminism
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2 Comments
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
17th Oct 2018 00:16am
17th Oct 2018 00:16am
Quita
Mr. Pure
(Fruit punch)
Sat next to
Ramen noodles-
Eating from
Feldspar: glaze;
Stationed by
Waxed
Eyebrows,
And pretty
Brown skin
That had already
Drawn the
White pencil lines
Across
Eyelids
Who
Thought
Me out.
Of the
Winged
Corners
Of their
Existence.
(Fruit punch)
Sat next to
Ramen noodles-
Eating from
Feldspar: glaze;
Stationed by
Waxed
Eyebrows,
And pretty
Brown skin
That had already
Drawn the
White pencil lines
Across
Eyelids
Who
Thought
Me out.
Of the
Winged
Corners
Of their
Existence.
#women
#lesbian
#nostalgia
#spiritual
#Africa
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1 Comment
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2018 3:23pm
3rd Oct 2018 3:23pm
Ground Visual
Visual 7
#girlfriend
#lesbian
#spiritual
#philosophical
#Africa
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Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
30th Sep 2018 5:48am
30th Sep 2018 5:48am
Janine
We continued to pick at ourselves
in the reflection of each other
before walking out the door
and since there was no telling where one of us ended
or the other one began
we made the most out of 1 indistinguishable
brown body of defiant skin
that only split when it needed
to cover ground more quickly.
in the reflection of each other
before walking out the door
and since there was no telling where one of us ended
or the other one began
we made the most out of 1 indistinguishable
brown body of defiant skin
that only split when it needed
to cover ground more quickly.
#women
#lesbian
#spiritual
#Africa
#heartbroken
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2 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
19th Sep 2018 2:30am
19th Sep 2018 2:30am
where was i when they left for America?
where was i when the rockets came to life?
and carried you away to the alligator sky?"
'''owl city>alligator sky'''
where was i when they set sail and left for america?
where was i when they went to the land of the brave and free?
where was i when they left to the land of black honey?
they've gone to experience the trip of a life time.
they've gone to be among mankind.
they've left this soil of beasts and monsters behind.
they've gone in search of freedom and left me behind.
they've left I mother africa in the dust to die.
for...
and carried you away to the alligator sky?"
'''owl city>alligator sky'''
where was i when they set sail and left for america?
where was i when they went to the land of the brave and free?
where was i when they left to the land of black honey?
they've gone to experience the trip of a life time.
they've gone to be among mankind.
they've left this soil of beasts and monsters behind.
they've gone in search of freedom and left me behind.
they've left I mother africa in the dust to die.
for...
#war
#America
#Africa
#freedom
#escape
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8 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
16th Sep 2018 1:14am
16th Sep 2018 1:14am
children of war
Grind your teeth lets go to war.
we're machine guns, we're children of war.
we traded bombs for hands that give praise to the lord.
hard and unbreakable like a masters rod.
about to break the weak and strengthen the strong.
we're the children of war.
out of a life vest womb we were born.
bulletproof love, we stand brave and tall.
titanium minds we will never fall.
we're built for war, what do you think this fists are for?
we ain't angels, we ain't saints.
we're the children of war.
land mine ears we can't ignore our call.
when...
we're machine guns, we're children of war.
we traded bombs for hands that give praise to the lord.
hard and unbreakable like a masters rod.
about to break the weak and strengthen the strong.
we're the children of war.
out of a life vest womb we were born.
bulletproof love, we stand brave and tall.
titanium minds we will never fall.
we're built for war, what do you think this fists are for?
we ain't angels, we ain't saints.
we're the children of war.
land mine ears we can't ignore our call.
when...
#children
#soldiers
#identity
#war
#Africa
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10 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
11th Jul 2018 5:01am
11th Jul 2018 5:01am
HER AMAZING GRACE
She danced and danced like she had not a care in the world
A Queen in vibrant colors that flapped as she twirled
While wearing purple, the color of royalty, she ignored everything around her
When everything seems bleek she doesn't allow it to cause her to be deterred
Never scurred to dance to the beat of her own drum
Dancing brings forth peace & freedom in this woman
Like the sun, she shines bright despite those trying to cause an eclipse
When the haters try to persuade her to join the shadows, she jumps ship
Ending those relationships,...
A Queen in vibrant colors that flapped as she twirled
While wearing purple, the color of royalty, she ignored everything around her
When everything seems bleek she doesn't allow it to cause her to be deterred
Never scurred to dance to the beat of her own drum
Dancing brings forth peace & freedom in this woman
Like the sun, she shines bright despite those trying to cause an eclipse
When the haters try to persuade her to join the shadows, she jumps ship
Ending those relationships,...
#strength
#Africa
#dance
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1 Comment
poedelkietjie
Poem Published
8th Jul 2018 11:24pm
8th Jul 2018 11:24pm
You say Howdy?
Howdy was my answer when I greeted someone with my South African smile
How do you leave a country when your blood is green?
How do you change from Laurika Rauch to Garth Brooks?
How do you walk bare feet when your feet are craving boots?
How do you two step when the music is telling you to Sokkie?
How do you prefer sweet tea over Rooibos?
How do you leave home just to call a new country home?
How can you love the Aggies, when you were raised with Kovsies?
How do you leave everything behind just so you can start over?
But tell me this:
How do I...
How do you leave a country when your blood is green?
How do you change from Laurika Rauch to Garth Brooks?
How do you walk bare feet when your feet are craving boots?
How do you two step when the music is telling you to Sokkie?
How do you prefer sweet tea over Rooibos?
How do you leave home just to call a new country home?
How can you love the Aggies, when you were raised with Kovsies?
How do you leave everything behind just so you can start over?
But tell me this:
How do I...
#conflict
#Africa
#culture
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
31st May 2018 2:35am
31st May 2018 2:35am
MYSTIC MOONLIGHTS MAASAI SPELL (3-26-89, 'Oh My God' Hot Springs, Anza Borrego Desert Badlands, Southern California)
naked beneath
my blanket draped body s
nocturnally wandering form
as i walk on
out into this raw
primal night alone
my shadow elongates
out across this vast
flat moonlit desert floor
cast under luminous
mystically soothing moonlight
my shadow elongates
horizontally before me
as it maasai s out
just ahead of me
in graceful silence
slipping stealthily over rocks
sleeping cactus and seemingly endless
miles of moonlit sands beyond
it stretches...
my blanket draped body s
nocturnally wandering form
as i walk on
out into this raw
primal night alone
my shadow elongates
out across this vast
flat moonlit desert floor
cast under luminous
mystically soothing moonlight
my shadow elongates
horizontally before me
as it maasai s out
just ahead of me
in graceful silence
slipping stealthily over rocks
sleeping cactus and seemingly endless
miles of moonlit sands beyond
it stretches...
#home
#America
#Africa #earth
#Africa #earth
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