From Love Poems

Honoring the writing of Black artists.

love poems: emotional selectivity

i get it everyone you’ve loved has left you your deep eyes have seen the dark shadows of death as they sweep through corners of the bay you steel yourself to those who want to stay because you have not met anyone who does not leave people come and go as do the sun and moon this is life circular moments you are roaming the earth to find the thing that is calling you perhaps it is your soul asking for your return you have not written letters home and it misses you know that as you roam if with…

Love Poems: Don’t Come to Say You Love Me

1.3.2015 don’t come to say you love me if you are not ready to be loved by me my love will swallow you whole and spit you out a new man there may come women after me but it will be my name that haunts you it will be my face you see in dark nights do not ask to swim in my waters if you are not prepared to dive in for they run deep and will carry you away you have only dipped your feet in shallow pools come, i will not let you drown

Love Poems: The Wars You’ve Faced

the wars you’ve faced have never been of the flesh, you say. of course, you only sound the trumpet for matters of the soul. you were still fighting your battle with her on the day you said you loved me. i saw your armor but only thought of you as king i did not know that i’d met you on the front lines how was i to know this was a war zone? you are like a haunted house the way you sleep with ghosts of lovers past she haunts your dreams yet, you say that i imagine her presence…

Love Poems: Day Two

you dream of him in blue and whisper his name in the darkness of southern nights listening to the city as it breathes the walls you’ve built from crumbling earth shake as he speaks your name they tumble to let him in through your cracks and insecurities he enters boldly and says you feel like home he thinks you are beautiful you want to eat away his sadness so you swallow yours and ask for second helpings of his grief you’ve always loved the ones who were beautiful and intense they too know how it feels to set yourself on…

Love Poems: And His Name Was a Promise to God (Wallah and Other Stories)

when you think of a man who will rub your back and speak of what Garvey said who will have known you for lifetimes and recognized you yesterday who will learn to eat with his right hand because that is the way of your people and your people have become his blood every word will be poetry the sound of your name from his mouth will sound like holy scriptures and sacred chants you will tremble at the thought of his touch brown fingers on the small of your back kisses on the nape of your neck queen, how long…

Love Poems: Monrovia on Wednesday

we who come from nothing whose heirlooms are buried in mass graves under African skies we do not hear our grandmother’s voice and cannot kiss her hands while we sit under trees to pray we come from places where bullets spray they do not care he is your brother they are not moved by your weeping hold it in and be still that is the African way the world does not pity black sufferance our death does not shake them we are rotting corpses and open wounds charity cases dying on rich soil whose fruit we do not reap they…

Love Poems: They Will Make a Muse of You

they will use the word inspire when they speak of what you do to them you will make them want to be better men better than the fathers they do not know they will come to you for magic dicks rock hard as they stare at you and lick lips they do not ask questions only speak of themselves and how their dreams will get them far how their dreams will get them paid how their dreams will make them somebody how your thick thighs would look wrapped around them and how sliding inside of you would be art they…

Love Poems: Ghost Man of Him a Lay Us

Oh Mr. Renaissance Man So full of talents and qualities Wisdom beyond this age You travel across seas to understand your artistry You perform to heal You write to release And I get it For I travel across lands I write to heal I perform to release I understand you Mr. Renaissance Your artistic sensibilities Your passionate reflections What beautiful creations to be molded if we joined forces Renaissance woman and Renaissance man creating and feeling and loving oh yes loving where our words interlock and change people’s hearts and minds beginning with us for we would mold and change…

Love Poems: Spilt Milk

4.6.11 broken men do not see their cracks but women do. and we think our grace sufficient to fill the imperfections. so we pour ourselves into their chipped vessels and wonder why they do not cry over our spilt milk.

Love Poems: When They Come With Machetes in Their Mouths

I am not superwoman. My mother is not superwoman. My mother’s mother is not superwoman. I am, we are, soft. Can shatter. Crumble in your hands. Our survival does not mean we prosper. We are like other women but unlike them. So do not tell us we can handle anything. We only seem like superwoman, a figment of your imagination, because you have forced our lives to be perpetual labor with only seconds of relief. If we carry the world on our shoulders and the children on our backs, what are we but your glorified mules slapped with guilt praises…