Poems About Africa Seeking Honest Critique
#Africa
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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David_Macleod
14397816
14397816
Poem Published
6th Apr 2018 8:45pm
6th Apr 2018 8:45pm
A Call To Inertia
There are times even a hot shower
Cannot wash off all the slime
Or remove the heinous stench
Left by humanity's putrid bile
I try to scrub, but as hard as I try
I can't remove the collective guilt
Of the inhumanity doled out daily
Instead of trying to solve the problems
That all could be solved by the stroke of a pen
The elites use their pens to count their own wealth
Whilst in Africa alone, one child dies every minute
The money they spend on their caviar starter
Could save five children and feed them for a year
The money...
Cannot wash off all the slime
Or remove the heinous stench
Left by humanity's putrid bile
I try to scrub, but as hard as I try
I can't remove the collective guilt
Of the inhumanity doled out daily
Instead of trying to solve the problems
That all could be solved by the stroke of a pen
The elites use their pens to count their own wealth
Whilst in Africa alone, one child dies every minute
The money they spend on their caviar starter
Could save five children and feed them for a year
The money...
#anger
#CallToAction
#frustration
#corruption
#Africa
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9 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
24th Mar 2018 8:05pm
24th Mar 2018 8:05pm
WHY?
Snugly embraced by the flag of Elder Garvey
Representation of the African diaspora family
Stating my blood, my people, my land
Reminding us all that we're Africans
While in deep thought about the struggles of today
She doesn't understand why much seems the same
Depressed by the revelation that things'll never change
As the same game is being played under different names
She's lost her father, her brother and her son to this war
Exasperated by the tragedies and just can't take anymore
Her optimism is lost and can never fathomably...
Representation of the African diaspora family
Stating my blood, my people, my land
Reminding us all that we're Africans
While in deep thought about the struggles of today
She doesn't understand why much seems the same
Depressed by the revelation that things'll never change
As the same game is being played under different names
She's lost her father, her brother and her son to this war
Exasperated by the tragedies and just can't take anymore
Her optimism is lost and can never fathomably...
#depression
#oppression
#politics
#America
#Africa
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da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
16th Feb 2018 2:23am
16th Feb 2018 2:23am
CONVERSING WITH MOTHER AFRICA
I wish that I could converse with Mother Africa
I'd inquire of how did our people become slaves
Building generational wealth for human traffickers
What do you believe that she'd really have to say
I'd ask her about the great pyramids and how they got there
How they were erected without the use of modern day tools
One of the seven wonders of the world creating much fanfare
Whose interiors have been gutted and slutted by greedy fools
In school people viewed her as a continent full of peasants
Not kings and queens doing great things for...
I'd inquire of how did our people become slaves
Building generational wealth for human traffickers
What do you believe that she'd really have to say
I'd ask her about the great pyramids and how they got there
How they were erected without the use of modern day tools
One of the seven wonders of the world creating much fanfare
Whose interiors have been gutted and slutted by greedy fools
In school people viewed her as a continent full of peasants
Not kings and queens doing great things for...
#Africa
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2 Comments
Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
17th Jan 2018 9:11am
17th Jan 2018 9:11am
Contar Africa
Tis of a truth about Africa,
An idea seducing my ear at the eventide:
He's a dwarf
Bearing a gigantic burden,
Dazed by weariness,
Betrothed to heaviness.
Diverse folks standing beyond the margin,
Admonishing him:
'Move,Move,harder,harder',
You can get here,if not faster',
Come,ho!,slower,slower,
Strangle the motion,trials're better.
But could he move?
The burden stayed his leg:
You want a proof?
Ask the bird!
He being a cubits above the earth,
His burden 105 cubits preparing his death....
An idea seducing my ear at the eventide:
He's a dwarf
Bearing a gigantic burden,
Dazed by weariness,
Betrothed to heaviness.
Diverse folks standing beyond the margin,
Admonishing him:
'Move,Move,harder,harder',
You can get here,if not faster',
Come,ho!,slower,slower,
Strangle the motion,trials're better.
But could he move?
The burden stayed his leg:
You want a proof?
Ask the bird!
He being a cubits above the earth,
His burden 105 cubits preparing his death....
#Africa
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
14th Jan 2018 8:47pm
14th Jan 2018 8:47pm
UNDER THE NET
Let us spend our nights under the same mosquito net,
Consummating what has grown up between us since we met.
In the safari lodge below the African sky
We can lie together as the outside world goes by,
Under that net at end of the day we can undress;
The insects may see, but never touch, the nakedness
Of us, two human creatures who make love not war,
For whom the Kenyan natural world fills us with awe.
Thus we can have intimate, passionate nights,
Our bodies untouched by the dreaded mosquito bites.
The linking of our bodies, one male, one...
Consummating what has grown up between us since we met.
In the safari lodge below the African sky
We can lie together as the outside world goes by,
Under that net at end of the day we can undress;
The insects may see, but never touch, the nakedness
Of us, two human creatures who make love not war,
For whom the Kenyan natural world fills us with awe.
Thus we can have intimate, passionate nights,
Our bodies untouched by the dreaded mosquito bites.
The linking of our bodies, one male, one...
#love
#Africa
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2017 00:47am
23rd Jun 2017 00:47am
i rise
(4)
those minutest artefacts to each scents
and trail of your magnifying vacuum
wafts around in a strange infusion through
growing pores that hatches and gobbles
them in a vital necessity
(3)
It’s your eyes of melancholy
that had set in fusion with such
phenotypical sparks of mine
that’s dying or perhaps pleading
to be loved. an intermingled dying
(2)
those whispered good mornings
are hard punched thickly smooches
over my naked lips and eyes in
pleasuring shivers of a deep ...
those minutest artefacts to each scents
and trail of your magnifying vacuum
wafts around in a strange infusion through
growing pores that hatches and gobbles
them in a vital necessity
(3)
It’s your eyes of melancholy
that had set in fusion with such
phenotypical sparks of mine
that’s dying or perhaps pleading
to be loved. an intermingled dying
(2)
those whispered good mornings
are hard punched thickly smooches
over my naked lips and eyes in
pleasuring shivers of a deep ...
#love
#hope
#romantic #Africa
#romantic #Africa
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4 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
3rd May 2017 10:20pm
3rd May 2017 10:20pm
AFRICAN BRIDE
(Not autobiographical)
I kiss the skin, as dark as earth,
Of she who'll give my children birth.
I gladly lose myself in her,
She bears the soul of Africa,
To be explored and not dismissed,
Her full lips are made to be kissed,
I see a vibrant sense of life
In she who I chose as my wife.
I kiss the skin, as dark as earth,
Of she who'll give my children birth.
I gladly lose myself in her,
She bears the soul of Africa,
To be explored and not dismissed,
Her full lips are made to be kissed,
I see a vibrant sense of life
In she who I chose as my wife.
#wife
#Africa
#rhyming
842 reads
5 Comments
MISS_T
Poem Published
1st Sep 2014 10:54am
1st Sep 2014 10:54am
South Africa
South Africa what have you become?
A land that deprived her people of her beauty,
Have you been raped through colonization that you have forgotten your roots?
Your children are crying,
Breast feed them with your milk,
Pass on the knowledge that your mother, Africa, taught you
Stop whoring yourself to other countries,
Look at you now,
Laying in the gutters,
Your babies killing one another,
Stop them before you left with none,
South Africa, you were once known as the Diamond everyone lusted to have ,
Now you are the diamond that everyone has had,...
A land that deprived her people of her beauty,
Have you been raped through colonization that you have forgotten your roots?
Your children are crying,
Breast feed them with your milk,
Pass on the knowledge that your mother, Africa, taught you
Stop whoring yourself to other countries,
Look at you now,
Laying in the gutters,
Your babies killing one another,
Stop them before you left with none,
South Africa, you were once known as the Diamond everyone lusted to have ,
Now you are the diamond that everyone has had,...
#Africa
698 reads
3 Comments
ricecake
Poem Published
16th Jun 2013 11:52pm
16th Jun 2013 11:52pm
Africa
The drums beat
Beat, beat
Africa
Heart beat
Silence has befallen across
This blood-ridden land
Land, land
Thinking
Thumping
And free
Beat, beat
Africa
Heart beat
Silence has befallen across
This blood-ridden land
Land, land
Thinking
Thumping
And free
#Africa
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