Poems About Gwendolyn Brooks by Top Critiquers

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...

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       ...

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.
 
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