Black Poems

Black poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of black poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on black are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

A Letter to My Unborn Black Son

A Letter to My Unborn Black Son prose poem

Dear son, African American warrior, Reincarnation of the people of the Sudan. I hope you understand why 
I am writing you this letter. And 
hopefully, by the time you read it
 Race relations in America are a lot 
better than what

Black Lives Matter – A Four Part Tragedy

Black Lives Matter   A Four Part Tragedy short poem

I. If all lives mattered, then Black lives would matter. And blood on a street in Ferguson, MO would not have been splattered; And a body would not have lay there unattended for four and a half hours after. II.

Black Dog

Black Dog short poem

Frightening in your stealth, you approach like the darkest cloud. They cannot see you, but those close know you are with me. Your visits provoke their wariness, afraid they may tip the scales. Some are aware of your deceptive nature;

Black Hole

Black Hole short poem

She wept incessantly, Strived hard to bury her memories In the deepest black-holes of her mind Where no luminance penetrates. She idled the hours in melancholy, “An agonized soul, is she”, everyone says. No optimistic whim enters her darkest Black-

White Girl-black Girl

White Girl black Girl short poem

One was just a little shy the other just smiling wide hand in hand they go their way singing songs as they played Neither noticed all the glares they ran about without a care climbing ladders, and swinging on swings

Blank, Pitch Black

Blank, Pitch Black short poem

Bunch of flowers, fresh fragrant showers, timidly waiting for something. I hear a sound buzzing around, Where am I? Where I’ve been? Is it for real? Or, is it just a dream? Tinsel beads cover the trees, and the strolling

Black Sensation

Black Sensation prose poem

There is not enough to water the seeds,not enough to drown the screams It holds me back like a disease but I got to feel at home got to feel my bones and feel the hole in my soul. Escape

Another Black Beauty

Another Black Beauty long poem

Let’s have a look back at the blissful past And remember a gifted shadow that shone A guest that stopped by my lawn so vast A cute little fellow dark as Black Beauty Settling on the emerald-green, pure grass Demanded

Black Rain

Black Rain long poem

The cloak of night is on me Comforting in its envelope. The gloom helps me mask, for a while, The pain I nurse within. Dark purple skies And faint silhouettes of clouds. Lightning heralds the distant thunder The macabre outline

Black And White

Black And White long poem

Black and white Like the colour of the colobus in Colorado Make me of Black Magic think. Witches that bring about white things. Black and white How can black ever rule the white? When even the darkness vamoose From the

Black Moon

Black Moon short poem

He made me move on the rough edges to the abyss of ‘ I ’, persuasive, but strong for a thrilled journey, on the snow-clad relationship between disquieting follicles of wants. Completely alert, still drowning in fear of abstract river,

Black Magic

Black Magic short poem

He was still paying the price for ultimate unbending. Before the black icon locked the waves to start tremors for an apolitical murder. He took the call and stood straight, stopped the melodrama of drinking the venom and became larger

The Black Forest

The Black Forest long poem

Well I am no stranger to the kiss of death … the closer the sun sets I can hear you calling to me creature of the night where the winter roses grow in the cold, icy wind and falling snow…

Black Sheep’s Blight

Black Sheeps Blight short poem

I wonder how many poets died with voices unheard How many minds were robbed from the herd The amount of people with beautiful science in their mind Forced to neglect, to go through everyday’s struggle and grind Why must a

Black And White

Black And White long poem

Black and white, our favorite colors I write to feel alright, but it’ s hard to write right, my favorite duress, its my plight and it lasts all through the night even during the day sometimes, even to date but

Black Tea

Black Tea prose poem

Years have rolled by, But my relation, With you, Never ceases to amuse me Your scent and sight, Makes me feel bright Some like you light, But I like you dark, And strong Some like you cold, But I like

Black Lives Matter

Black Lives Matter short poem

It just took only one look to all cook on Facebook. That they’re all shook. Life is a chess game so I retook what they took just my rook. This ain’t fair how I’m the one on welfare. And in

Little Black Dress

Little Black Dress short poem

With the essence of elegance, And with the timelessness of beautified brilliance, My mind knows there’s not a word in existence, That could ever explain or express, What my eyes see in this moment that’s left my world in a

Black Knights

Black Knights short poem

Standing in the middle of the sun, trying to stop the time, waiting long near the bus stops, just in need of one bite. We dont have choice between work or study, as we are the children who sit beside

Black Tears

Black Tears short poem

Her father got killed by hands of police Now they’re screaming little one have peace Don’t show emotion, forgive, don’t speak Trying to convince her that there’s strength in being weak Unsympathetic to her suffering they don’t care She just

Blue and Black

Blue and Black short poem

Battery of my phone was too sleepy The alarm dozed off… A series of “Getting Late” followed The mirror frowned at me and I stepped out of that drowsy door… I sat in the bus that looked like my boss

Black Hole

Black Hole short poem

Will you walk with me on the banks of a silent and invisible river? Not paleowater eating the earth but a collider, flowing in conscience. One more dip with epidural to stay away from awakening, to start climbing on the

Beautiful Black Woman

Beautiful Black Woman short poem

I am a Black Beautiful Woman! Look at me, look at me and what do you see? Gaze past the outside ’cause beauty is more than skin deep! Will you try to judge me, and to what gain? Admire me,

Black Roses

Black Roses short poem

Wading in your memories. Through an orange smoke. Against a mirror, a lake shrinks. Days are smaller now licking the night I will count the candles Of your birthday. A haunted landscape scoops a wedding of a flame with a

Black & White

Black & White short poem

‘Charge!’ cried the infantry, pushing forward block by block, Paving way for others to follow and stalk – Resulting in heavy casualties on both sides, All for a king too reluctant to fight; Queen, Bishop, Knight and Rook, Fight to

Black Eyed Peace

Black Eyed Peace poetry books

Black Eyed Peace is about our search for peace. Whether it’s peace within ourselves, peace in our relationships, or peace on a national or international scale. Sometimes it might be hard to find and in our searching we will collect

Made Of Black

Made Of Black prose poem

We are called a “shadow”, they say we should never have existed at first.So they treat us like mere entities that exist only in their dreams, We are called ,’ugly’ because we are black ,because we are different , Our

That Ominous Black Morning (manchester Terrorist Attack)

That Ominous Black Morning  (manchester Terrorist Attack) prose poem

An Ariana Grande concert was struck by an explosion in northern England on 22nd May 2017 killing at least 22 people and injuring many there was a massive flash and then a bang and smoke all around hundreds of people

The Black Forest

The Black Forest long poem

Well I am no stranger to the kiss of death … the closer the sun sets I can hear you calling to me creature of the night where the winter roses grow in the cold, icy wind and falling snow…

Dear Black Woman

Dear Black Woman long poem

Dear Black Woman You are As Stong as the An African Elephant Yet we’re are supple and elegant. We are persuasive talkers so our words are very Eloquent. Crafted From man’s rib and An earthly element is How God made

Black History Month (2016)

Black History Month (2016) prose poem

The study of history is one of the greatest resources for models and lessons of life. History records a runaway slave who went on to finished college in Ohio. He relocated to Mississippi and became a wealthy planter. He later

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Grey

Grey long poem

I’m all about the extremes But not in this case Don’t give me no black or white I love me a little bit of Grey I don’t really wanna have an opinion I don’t really wanna chose a path I

The Ashman Cometh

The Ashman Cometh short poem

Stovepipe tall and thin, all the shades of gray. Eyes so new you might think he’d sprung from a black snake firework. In tumescent jack-in-the-box, sprung toward the clouds. Likely to fall over yet, somehow both erect. And able to

New Apartheid

New Apartheid short poem

A skylight begins the apartheid in ironed out differences. At the shores skulls have reappeared. Blue flames were eating away the green carbon of the dying giants. Fake photosynthesis was canning the skimmed breeze in books and encapsulated euthanasia was

Welcome Back From The Dead

Welcome Back From The Dead short poem

Well and you left me way too soon just like that one sad day out of the blue I cried every minute of everyday and every night for about a week or two ’til I casted that forbidden spell in

Lost Pick Found Pick

Lost Pick Found Pick short poem

The day I picked my black lucky pick It glided down the strings of my guitar strings Thin as a feather tough as a shell Kept it safely and it treated me well Tucked within the strings Next to the

Write As Rain

Write As Rain short poem

Breeze rippling sheer embroidered patches as sunlight streaming shadows prance across plastered walls… As precipitation mist cool Floridian rays beaming tin roofs. Winter temps once again; no show. pre-Black Power, post-slavery; steel railroad tracks line wooded villages alluring Negro Parramore

Rosanne

Rosanne long poem

All dressed up in black just like her daddy The man in black, she followed in his footsteps But became a legend in her own time, she Sings a lot of his songs but writes most of her Own, on

Glass Bottle

Glass Bottle prose poem

The beauty of the world is captured in a glass bottle,all the good,the bad, and the ugly. On one side it storms and love is a lost art form shipwrecked on the coast of loneliness. It’s where guilty pleas are

Poems containing references to : Black

MangalSutra

MangalSutra short poem

The black beads set amidst the gold beads A jewellery, to be adorned eternally. Reminding us the promises we had made To keep the hearts, happy and hale… Amidst the feast, glitter, and flowers On a hustling, happening and upbeat

Oh! To immortalize you

Oh! To immortalize you short poem

Squatting on the grayness of the rock I let the breeze chill the marrows of my bone on the wet sand I wrote your name a receding wave squiggled it away leaving behind a brown sediment of moist sand. my

Cartographers of Consciousness

Cartographers of Consciousness long poem

The train has already departed, From the country that they call yesterday, Into the territories uncharted, Leaving behind the remains of the day. Leaving behind the sobbing hills and churches, And nurseries full of sighing, And forests of ashen pines

How Much Of Us Is Up To Us?

How Much Of Us Is Up To Us? prose poem

Do we really have free will, or are we preprogrammed to be who we are to be? Being born a boy or a girl did we have any say? Hormones in my body that motivate were not ordered by me.

Strong For Too Long

Strong For Too Long short poem

Sometimes you cry. And that’s okay. It doesn’t make you weak. It never means you’re frail. It means you’re strong… Stronger than they know. Sometimes you have to let some bad out to make room for more strength. And, my

Racism

Racism long poem

Why should the black be discriminated ? whether your blood be high land or low, whether your skin be black or white as the snow, Of reason there’s none, and why should there be As long as there’s fire in

The Smoky Cloud

The Smoky Cloud short poem

The black smoky cloud Floating in the air Was ready to spread its wings to the world. I looked up to see its black strong wings. Part by part , section by section It floated away and re-joined slowly. It

A Legacy Of Love

A Legacy Of Love short poem

A black rose blossomed in the snow forlorn it stood freezing in bitter cold alone and pining for a loving touch.. love went to pluck it and take it home to adorn a crystal flower vase the sly thorn pricked

Memories of Mum and Dad

Memories of Mum and Dad long poem

Where are they now, these people who loved me? One of them is dead and the other might as well be. He died early and she’s waiting for the devil to ring her. I don’t think of them often, but

Old Tree And Me

Old Tree And Me short poem

There are only dusk and dawn, cloud and sky, Old tree and me, pieces of regret and cry. Only the waves of spreading wings of bird, Not even a single voice of a single word. If loving is an abstract

Love And Poetry

Love And Poetry short poem

During the talk on love and life My friend, he ended the conversation With a conclusion ‘One who want to be a real poet Should have a pure heart But one who needs to be a committed lover Should have

The Bookshelf Of Memories

The Bookshelf Of Memories long poem

I was five, a little girl, could hardly reach there; where the memories hid themselves, Eyes whispered something to my mind, what is so special about the shelf? A dusty red book, a thread of black to bind its old

Heaven Of The Dark Age

Heaven Of The Dark Age short poem

This heaven is a pretty maid living in the Dark Age, With minds of the moron, hearts of the fool, crawling into her cradle of tears lying in waste, And she smiles, emotionless clusters in full. As the bleak eyes

Justice

Justice long poem

Justice – Injustice, white and black, One is a blessing, the other is fake. Injustice is a deadly snake, Justice is like a beautiful lake. Justice nourishes the roots of society, Injustice lives in an immediate priority. Justice is the

High Tea

High Tea short poem

The invitation for that late afternoon Caught you by surprise and you made yourself go Unwillingly. You had figured a high tea with a muffled Fragrance of butter and jasmine, edgy Smiles of courtesy and glances done up of Trivial

Stepping Into Old Age

Stepping Into Old Age long poem

I thought Life is a fantasy having a lot of positivity I spent childhood happily and merrily I cherished Teenage which was full of excitement and entertainment I entered adulthood with dreams and challenges I experienced Middle age as most

A Painful Memory

A Painful  Memory elegy

A quite and a peaceful dawn Woke up with a yawn Sang a gospel song The phone rang for so long With someone on the horn Knew something was wrong It was a news so bad About the death of

Winds Of Yesterday

Winds Of Yesterday short poem

Broken thoughts fell strewed around The dark path winding long ahead Shadows lay at the edge of her feet Each step of hers into an unknown abyss Lost somewhere in the sands of Time Blurred seconds stretched to years Through

Success

Success short poem

Friday the 13th, known as Black Friday in US. It was the best for me in my life, as for the first time I could spell Success. It was the day, when I was communicated that I was selected by

Royal Celebrations

Royal Celebrations short poem

Once my husband brought a pair of white pigeons, Very beautiful with red eyes and lush red beaks. Extremely gorgeous with glorious visions, In our mother tongue we call it Laqa-kabootar. A special species of sweet white pigeons, In golden

Fog

Fog short poem

We all have secrets, don’t we? The secrets which unlock our soul, The mirror, It’s a portal, it’s the key, Shows my spirit, Black as coal. But why mist, why do you block? Let me see the scars so deep.

The Dream

The Dream short poem

The clock stuck 3:00AM; My cellphone alarm said, “Sleep Lakhan” I switched off the lights and turned the fan on; Went to sleep, as it was almost dawn. Dream started: I was sitting in a coffee shop working on my

Lady Elusive

Lady Elusive long poem

In the labyrinthine corridors of life As we wander in hope of a distant and obscure prize It is seldom known what awaits around the next corner Like the day when I first laid eyes upon her An image of

To Orioles Flit-Flirting in the Sun

To Orioles Flit Flirting in the Sun long poem

Were I decreed a free choice of fate, Insouciant orioles! We shall be one! Gold-tainted-black, early morn or late, I flit-flirt with you in the sun. No gravity of custom flags me down No laws forbid me to fly, flit

In A Box

In A Box prose poem

In a box with rusty padlocks in a corner of my head, Are the broken toys of a childhood, laid to rest in premature separation. Drowned emotions and strangled feelings, together dressed in black, Are shadows of an inquisitive soul

Under The Blanket

Under The Blanket long poem

O ! Colors, the pretty muses … Come and join me – The Color of nothingness, – An empty canvas, Fit for painting To the will of thy art ! O ! Rays, the gliding fairies Advance and adorn me

Who Knows?!

Who Knows?! short poem

Is there only black and white? Who knows? Is there only darkness or light? Who knows! Who knows! Where are the shades of grey? Who knows? Where are the words I wanted to say? Who knows! Who knows! Is there