Poems Inspired by Gwendolyn Brooks
#GwendolynBrooks
Poems inspired by the American poet and author Gwendolyn Brooks. Here you'll find poetry using the style, themes or characters found in poems by Gwendolyn Brooks. Along with poems about Brooks herself, including praise, criticism and tributes.
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
1st Sep 2020 4:12am
1st Sep 2020 4:12am
To Be Home
You are the beautiful half
of a golden hurt'
-Gwendolyn Brooks
The world is loveless,
but I remember love;
I seal it in a tiny box,
place it on a shelf above.
All the riots of my youth
rage among immiment falls
as ways of men I never knew
fill my eyes as Hell resumes.
All the strife my legs can carry
will I only carry back home
should home remember me
after all my rage is gone.
....
of a golden hurt'
-Gwendolyn Brooks
The world is loveless,
but I remember love;
I seal it in a tiny box,
place it on a shelf above.
All the riots of my youth
rage among immiment falls
as ways of men I never knew
fill my eyes as Hell resumes.
All the strife my legs can carry
will I only carry back home
should home remember me
after all my rage is gone.
....
#GwendolynBrooks
444 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Aug 2020 10:57pm
29th Aug 2020 10:57pm
To the Mothers
As apparent
As a parent
I cannot imagine the pain
Or the agony and despair a woman feels
I cannot think of the torment
A mother experiences
When her child is suddenly taken away
This is for those who have loved
From conception to birth
From early years into adolescence
Shaping and molding a young mind
A mother makes so many sacrifices
Raising her children
All the while society can be cruel
The world may portray an adult
As something else
But through the eyes of a mother -
A mother...
As a parent
I cannot imagine the pain
Or the agony and despair a woman feels
I cannot think of the torment
A mother experiences
When her child is suddenly taken away
This is for those who have loved
From conception to birth
From early years into adolescence
Shaping and molding a young mind
A mother makes so many sacrifices
Raising her children
All the while society can be cruel
The world may portray an adult
As something else
But through the eyes of a mother -
A mother...
#LifeStruggles
#racism
#CallToAction
#HumanRights
#GwendolynBrooks
607 reads
11 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
11th Aug 2020 12:59pm
11th Aug 2020 12:59pm
A barren hive
The sad that contaminates all my space
and love be but an unborn child
beckoned smile that fell upon stony place
desert where no bee survives
My pollen never gathered thus
for natures way, the seed and till
the worker breach upon my cusp
some attraction just incomprehensible
Perhaps I am, just the tumble weed
gregarious in sole lament
blown between the flower heads
minus never plus is my content
Never partake of that swarm
the broken amulet of charm
not to feel a body close and warm...
and love be but an unborn child
beckoned smile that fell upon stony place
desert where no bee survives
My pollen never gathered thus
for natures way, the seed and till
the worker breach upon my cusp
some attraction just incomprehensible
Perhaps I am, just the tumble weed
gregarious in sole lament
blown between the flower heads
minus never plus is my content
Never partake of that swarm
the broken amulet of charm
not to feel a body close and warm...
#loneliness
#emptiness
#GwendolynBrooks
599 reads
5 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
5th Aug 2020 1:53pm
5th Aug 2020 1:53pm
BB GUN
set out pots to catch the leaks
money's gone until next week
baby's room is hot as hell
fill the sink to get him chill
beans and cornbread
powdered moo
Peanut butter
Kool-aid, too
poor weren't never all that bad
hand-me-downs just make me sad
ricky's big ol' jeans ain't cool
fight them bullies after school
mom, i want a BB gun
shoot their butts and make 'em run
money's gone until next week
baby's room is hot as hell
fill the sink to get him chill
beans and cornbread
powdered moo
Peanut butter
Kool-aid, too
poor weren't never all that bad
hand-me-downs just make me sad
ricky's big ol' jeans ain't cool
fight them bullies after school
mom, i want a BB gun
shoot their butts and make 'em run
#GwendolynBrooks
488 reads
9 Comments
anvinvil
Anvillan
Anvillan
Poem Published
4th Aug 2020 11:04am
4th Aug 2020 11:04am
A Sunset of the City... Gwendolyn Brooks
Time has done its job, my aura and attraction
have faded with the setting of the sun.
Abandoned by that which made life real,
I sit alone in the stillness where once beautiful
chaos reigned.
I feel the isolation, the threats of uncertainty and
the unknown.
They rip and tear at my heart, memories bleed
into a vessel, never to be reclaimed, yet held.
I wander now, like a ghost from the past
with all the memories but none of the trappings.
The battle field is still and barren, where once...
have faded with the setting of the sun.
Abandoned by that which made life real,
I sit alone in the stillness where once beautiful
chaos reigned.
I feel the isolation, the threats of uncertainty and
the unknown.
They rip and tear at my heart, memories bleed
into a vessel, never to be reclaimed, yet held.
I wander now, like a ghost from the past
with all the memories but none of the trappings.
The battle field is still and barren, where once...
#GwendolynBrooks
355 reads
2 Comments
anvinvil
Anvillan
Anvillan
Poem Published
4th Aug 2020 2:18am
4th Aug 2020 2:18am
The Bean Eaters...Gwendolyn Brooks
Caught in the sameness, a maize in the fog
they move slowly through, feeling their way
only to meet themselves around each corner.
The journey is cruel, snags in the path, faith in each other
their only support in the patchwork of life.
But time is relentless....Fears and tears, joy and sorrow,
It shows us the past but laughs at the future.
Suddenly the fog clears, who are these old people partaking alone in
the sadness, surrounded...
they move slowly through, feeling their way
only to meet themselves around each corner.
The journey is cruel, snags in the path, faith in each other
their only support in the patchwork of life.
But time is relentless....Fears and tears, joy and sorrow,
It shows us the past but laughs at the future.
Suddenly the fog clears, who are these old people partaking alone in
the sadness, surrounded...
#GwendolynBrooks
363 reads
2 Comments
Poems4me
Poem Published
4th Aug 2020 2:05am
4th Aug 2020 2:05am
We Real Cool
Wind catching our hair as we walk down the street
Bodies covered, curves showing, hips moving to their own beat
We real cool
No makeup no weaves bask in our natural beauty
Not even tempted when guys call us cutie
We real cool
Not looking for that next screw
Take care of our bodies like it's a jewel
Don't blend in with crowds
Brownskin sisters rocking their crowns
We real cool
Bodies covered, curves showing, hips moving to their own beat
We real cool
No makeup no weaves bask in our natural beauty
Not even tempted when guys call us cutie
We real cool
Not looking for that next screw
Take care of our bodies like it's a jewel
Don't blend in with crowds
Brownskin sisters rocking their crowns
We real cool
#GwendolynBrooks
466 reads
9 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2020 12:15pm
3rd Aug 2020 12:15pm
[ CC ] Charity's Child
Young, I was --- poor because
of being born on tha track side
where no one would even consider
dumping their white trailer trash.
But, older now. And we're rollin
init. Never mind how. Ain't stolen!
Believe me when I say that I
worked my ass off to earn it,
Mama. Just look at all this cash.
I'm bringin home bank, see?
You don't need to thank me;
only have to put it to good use.
The abuse and heartache
we had no choice but to take?
Those days are behind us.
God shut tha door on...
of being born on tha track side
where no one would even consider
dumping their white trailer trash.
But, older now. And we're rollin
init. Never mind how. Ain't stolen!
Believe me when I say that I
worked my ass off to earn it,
Mama. Just look at all this cash.
I'm bringin home bank, see?
You don't need to thank me;
only have to put it to good use.
The abuse and heartache
we had no choice but to take?
Those days are behind us.
God shut tha door on...
#money
#poverty
#GwendolynBrooks
448 reads
9 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2020 6:26pm
2nd Aug 2020 6:26pm
Aspects of Joy in a Strange Land
After Gwendolyn Brooks
There it was—
after twelve hours of ocean
and incandescent clouds:
sewn patchwork of color
beyond the portal
of a plane's window
Momentarily gone
—American melancholy
hovering so far from home
I was six—
a whimper amid adult dialogue;
my teacup tongue, rattling
against saucer lips—
unheard
Gaiety—
my father, statuesque ...
There it was—
after twelve hours of ocean
and incandescent clouds:
sewn patchwork of color
beyond the portal
of a plane's window
Momentarily gone
—American melancholy
hovering so far from home
I was six—
a whimper amid adult dialogue;
my teacup tongue, rattling
against saucer lips—
unheard
Gaiety—
my father, statuesque ...
#childhood
#racism
#GwendolynBrooks
662 reads
25 Comments
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