http://black-poetry.com/blog Black Poetry from African American Writers Wed, 03 Sep 2008 17:40:04 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en This brown eyed, golden skinned beauty sits on a train Watching the world fly by through her window seat A knowing smirk appears on her face as if to say she knows the world’s secret A man sits on the train wanting and waiting for something, anything to happen Watching the people the train ... http://black-poetry.com/blog/i-dare-you/ Why do you kiss me back? Sista, you can’t give me what I need Instead you only provide me with signs I misread to be something more But instead of green lights to go forward They are just misguided detours Sex with you is a weapon Leaving my chest open with a ... http://black-poetry.com/blog/tin-woman-why-do-you-kiss-me-back/ sex...cant be described in words because its a feeling like Marvin Gaye sang my body needs that sexual healing without being touched with hands still magnolia for every question "it's" the response sweat dripping with juices only our bodies can produce the good, bad, and ugly truth displayed in every moan and every motion "its" the response if the best is saved for ... http://black-poetry.com/blog/the-response/ Rain drops fall, splattering as they hit the ground Masking the sound of quickly moving feet A faster moving heart beat, pulsating, vibrating a small frame body as it presses against an alley wall Catching a breathe, pausing for a quick rest Thunder sounds, lightning strikes high, splitting the night ... http://black-poetry.com/blog/soft-small-frame/ Whitney Peyton - no cookie-cutter rapper http://black-poetry.com/blog/so-who-in-the-heck-is-whitney-peyton/ MY THIGHS ARE THE STRENGTH OF MAN MY HIPS ARE WHERE MAN FINDS HIS CENTER THESE ARMS ARE MAN’S ANCHOR THESE HANDS ARE MAN’S LITTLE HELPERS THIS WAIST HAS BEEN KNOWN MAKE MEN TREMBLE THIS MOUTH HAS DONE MUCH OF THE SAME MY BREASTS ARE MAN’S RESTING PLACE MY EYES MAKE MAN PEACEFUL AND SAFE BETWEEN MY THIGHS ... http://black-poetry.com/blog/i-am-a-treasure/ (PRLog.Org) – (Brookline, MA) - Tichaona Chinyelu is a poet and author of In The Whirlwind and Still Living on My Feet. She has conducted many interviews which include Artist First and LTH Weekly Show. Tichaona’s poem Weaver Woman is featured on the main page online at Black Poetry. She ... http://black-poetry.com/blog/are-you-keeping-your-eyes-on-the-whirlwind/ like a bird that flies through the light blue skies i feel free like the sun that shines and gold tucked away in mines i feel free to be me like sand on the beach a soft blanket to the land i feel free to be me because i can ... http://black-poetry.com/blog/genuwine/ http://black-poetry.com/blog/i-for-you-2/ I am a stranger to you as you exist Nameless because you dont know my character You ask no questions, full of assumptions, full of hate still I love you....I did not forget nor forgot the seeds Not growing because I reap what has rot And there you stayed....for me to remain a stranger to ... http://black-poetry.com/blog/i-for-you/