| Love's Seasons | When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine
And the summer days are in their bloom,
Then my love is deepest, oh, dearest heart of mine,
When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle... | Paul Laurence Dunbar |
| Comparison | THE sky of brightest gray seems dark
To one whose sky was ever white.
To one who never knew a spark,
Thro' all his life, of love or light,
The grayest cloud seems over-bright.
The robin sounds a beggar's note
Where one the nightingale has heard,
But... | Paul Laurence Dunbar |
| The Old Apple-Tree | THERE's a memory keeps a-runnin'
Through my weary head to-night,
An' I see a picture dancin'
In the fire-flames' ruddy-light;
'Tis the picture of an orchard
Wrapped in autumn's purple haze,
With the tender light about it
That I loved in other days.... | Paul Laurence Dunbar |
| We Wear the Mask | We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,--
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad... | Paul Laurence Dunbar |
| Song of Solomon | Song of Solomon: Book... | Song of Solomon |
| For Colored Girls. (LADY IN ORANGE-Tangie) | .. another poem from Ntozake Shange
From the Movie, For Colored Girls.... | j . |
| For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Is Enuf ( LADY IN ORANGE) | THIS WAS NOT DONE BY ME , BUT BY Ntozake Shange
I THOUGHT I WOULD SHARE THIS POEM..
SORRY FOR THE LENGTH BUT IT'S... | j . |
| I Am Somebody | I am a Mother - everyday I pray that you're covered an angel watches you from above. I am somebody!
I am an Aunt - flower you with family history from our ever blooming family tree.
I am somebody! I am a Sister- from the womb to the tomb no... | Glenda GiGi Crawford |
| The Jazz Man | Licking his lips to puff on the reed,
Pressing his fingers onto the rings,
Gulping some air so that he can breathe,
Then like a frog he blew out his... | B. M. Stroud |
| A cold March | It was a cold night of a March.
Our world seemed like a butterfly.
born for a day of five hours.
That butterfly had a kingly life.
Though it had a short life-span.
Wishing these hours would go on for centuries.
At the top of the clouds the lovers... | Ayhan Diril |
| On Broadway | About me young careless feet
Linger along the garish street;
Above, a hundred shouting signs
Shed down their bright fantastic glow
Upon the merry crowd and lines
Of moving carriages below.
Oh wonderful is Broadway -- only
My heart, my heart is... | Claude McKay |
| Hotel nights | The ubiquitous typewriter lies nearby
to the pen, the pad and the jug of wine.
I try to escape from the solemnity of this evening,
though the effortless words do not suffice.
They merely liberate me from this anguish
just for a few blissful moments.... | David F Kent |
| Jazz Life | When Miles blows his horn....
When Miles blows his horn he soothes me
That savage beast within you see
And all of a sudden my life is... | Kenneth R. Jenkins |
| Feet o' Jesus | Feet o' Jesus
Langston Hughes
At the feet o' Jesus,
Sorrow like a sea.
Lordy, let yo' mercy
Come driftin' down on... | Langston Hughes |
| Mother to Son | Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor--
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And... | Langston Hughes |
| The Miracle of Morning | I thought I’d awaken to a world in mourning.
Heavy clouds crowding, a society storming.
But there’s something different on this golden morning.
Something magical in the sunlight, wide and... | Amanda Gorman |
| Song—The Winter it is Past | The winter it is past, and the summer comes at last
And the small birds, they sing on ev’ry tree;
Now ev’ry thing is glad, while I am very sad,
Since my true love is parted from... | Robert Burns |
| If You Should Go | Love, leave me like the light,
The gently passing day;
We would not know, but for the night,
When it has slipped away.
So many hopes have fled,
Have left me but the name
Of what they were. When love is dead,
Go thou, beloved, the... | Countee Cullen |
| The Harlem Dancer | Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes
And watched her perfect, half-clothed body sway;
Her voice was like the sound of blended flutes
Blown by black players upon a picnic day.
She sang and danced on gracefully and calm,
The light... | Claude McKay |
| The Road Not Taken | Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the... | Robert Frost |
| A Dream Deferred, 2015 | Deferred… no longer
I.
Invaded,
Assaulted,
Corralled,
Shackled,
Kidnapped.
Dehumanized,
Crammed,
Shipped,
Enslaved,
Exploited.
“Freed”,
Indentured,
Tricked,
Caricatured,
Betrayed.
Lynched,
Targeted,
Humiliated,
Demeaned,... | Dan Kaufman |
| Cat Parody on Poe's | The other night while we lay musing, and our weary brain confusing o'er the topics of the day,
Suddenly we heard a rattling, as of serious hosts a-battling, as they mingled in the... | Anonymous Americas |
