Poems About Gwendolyn Brooks Published by Members Recently Online
#GwendolynBrooks
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
661 reads
5 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
661 reads
5 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
661 reads
5 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
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
719 reads
25 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
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
719 reads
25 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
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
719 reads
25 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
655 reads
11 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
655 reads
11 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
655 reads
11 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
655 reads
11 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
655 reads
11 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
539 reads
9 Comments
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