Top 10 Poems for Poetry Month

I have picked my top ten poems that range from love, to pain, to happiness, to relief, to forgiveness and acceptance. 

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Read, Write and BE INSPIRED! 

-Signed The Silent Poet 💓

Poem #410

February 13th, 2017

If I could write a love letter to you

I would tell you how I speak about you constantly

Yet privately I am distant from you

Stacking up emotions of what could have been

When in reality

My rational is incomplete

I support your DNA with grace

Yet shunned through the eyes questioning

How can one raise

Solely on one’s own

Silently a question thrown to the wolves

Since this life is the norm

Strong

Black

Stigma

The matrix covered most of the blue pill

Since 18 years will be covered by shadows of what used to be

18 years of being told that my life is only the reflection of my offspring

That 18 years signify how my dreams will only collide with walls of determination

And proving to the world that they are wrong

Needing motivation as a drug to live

Yes... live... a life that is sentenced to 18 years

And since you are my offspring you are destined to a life sentence

And since you are my offspring your dreams may shatter walls at 15

And since you are my offspring praying that you will not leave me just to be on a pole

Is the only prayer I will know

Because the moment my love died

I was giving my daughter a life sentence of what she could only hope for…

is love

So writing a love letter stops in tracks of misguided attention

Streamed to the world as hate

Yet I’m loving…

Black

Woman

Angry at the world for taking a man

Yet I pray to the Man upstairs to protect us from harm

I pray that he will guide me through these storms

He would not put more on me than I can handle

Yet HE never told me that a bullet of words would strike me

And have no compassion for a love that I can only write for

Classified as a gift

So I write love letters

To a love that has died yet left me his extension

With a hotline that needs me to guide them through life

Cradle her with love

Shelter her from triggers of

Self-hate

Denial

Truth

Through verbal designations

Since Valentine’s Day is merely about candy for a six-year-old girl

Yet I patiently wait for more

More of what love can endure

Yet I sit to write a love letter to you.

Poem #409

A rare love story

Tu est mon a'more (You are my love)

Je suis ton a'more (I am your love)

Adorn sweetly...

By the pressure point of your love

I stray away from you

Distance myself from the image of wanting you

I can no longer breathe

Each word

Staining the carpet from the effortless walks to you

Once I cared

Knowledgeable from the tiniest cuff link you wear

I knew your being

Expressed melodies of Coltrane and Davis spoke to me

Intertwined with each melody

I immensely saw our family

Grow from you and I

Into US

Daydreaming that nightmares did not exist

Because you protected me

Secured my heart with lockets of everlasting

Our youth being the purest free souls

Aligning foundation into soil

They knew how precious it was to hold on to their roots

Writing you an average love story

Would die from being incomplete

I need for you to understand the fight

Yes I fought for you

But who would believe

From the disconnect of feelings

I place my heart on a pedestal

From pain and hurt

It doesn't even exist

Chalk outlined happiness

I wish it was so simple to say

I love you

Poem #408

Coffee

My love is strong
Just like coffee...black
With a hint of sugar
To tickle my funny bone
Imagination runs wild
From the misconception
A future added through timeless years
Built by the presence of you
Old love clouds my judgement
Through friendship and good laughs
Never tainted
The touch of your cheek
Soft...silk-made
Melted into our everlasting
I'm kept close
Hugs turned into eternity
Well maybe just a reflection
My thoughts hold tight to your smile
Almost captured in safe havens
Locked away 
Only flutter to your heartbeat
Replicating my first love
With a twist
Because this existence is different
Yet I'm prepared

Set and ready

To learn you

Be open minded to your ways

Flaws that fluster my days

Yet I can’t stay away

Gaining a crush through every connection made

Baby, understand you had me by the eyes

You are a consistent memory

That I try to hide

Because no one needs to know

How bittersweet

Your friendship is to me

Giving me such security

That you will always be here

My love is strong
Just like coffee...Black….With a hint of sugar. 

Poem #407

Where I’m From.... written during a workshop with Pauletta Hansel in response to George Ella Lyon

I’m from love and acceptance

Tears are sheltered

And the weak must learn how to rebuild

No suckas in this house

 Where accountability is shut down

By not in my house.

I’m from masks parading around

Because denial is way easier

Than admitting you are wrong

Yet I love you

Being the closest apology you will ever receive.

I’m from reminders of wisdom

Through the soul connected in food

Mac and cheese from scratch expresses the love

Of knowledge of home-cooked

More than a box needing the additive.

I’m from laughter and smiles

Cooking greens seems to always bring family together

Through hard times

Even though the heat may be too much

But if you can’t stand the heat

Then get out my kitchen.

I’m from accepting your mistakes

And holding you down during hard times

Judgment being thrown out the door

Because at the end of the day we are family

And must learn to love unconditionally.

Spirits and good deeds

Sprouts during the holidays

While phone calls of

Did you know?

Or did you hear?

Are constant reminders that something is going on in the family

But no one actually connects with the source.

I’m from hugs

Hugs of peace and recognition

You know and respect your elders

Yes ma’am, and Yes sir

Goes far

This is my safe haven

I don’t have to pretend

Just be

And wouldn’t trade where I’m from

Because it's home.

Poem #406

Wrap your heavenly wings around my physique. Compress your flesh upon mine. And (hold on). Cling to me like memories of the fallen, remind me of what a functioning heartbeat feels like,

(Be Silent). --Atlas

I’m sorry I neglected your heart.

Not allowing you to freely exchange

Who you are through the pain

I was just raising you

Doing my best with what I had

And I know that holding myself accountable

Takes time and reflecting

I’m a mother nonetheless

But raising a son alone was never my quest

I wanted a man to show you

What I thought I could handle

But life escapes those that once loved

So I became complacent and determined

At the same time

Refusing to listen to the naysayers of what I can’t do

And became blind

Your expectations of what you needed me to be

Became the reality of what I fed my hunger

Only to satisfy my guilty conscience

Yet in order to breathe, you have to live

And in order to walk, you have to move

So I became a shell

Never processing of how you would grow up to be

Rather knowing I created a man in my reflection

While rejecting your vulnerability

Layering you with only the labels that cripples our being

Yet I need you to come here

And sit

Be still in this tiring time and realize that i never meant to neglect nor reject

I just need you to look into my eyes and know

I’m sorry.

Poem #405

A mother’s cry

My heart goes out to every mother who has lost a son to gun violence
My heart goes out to every mother who has lost a son to police brutality
My heart goes out to every mother who has lost a child
My heart goes out
To every bullet that has been pulled back
With fault of fear
Of a skin color that was not chosen by the fallen
Mind triggered the minute I walk out of my door
I am a walking biblical verse
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Surrounded by angels,
Pain only exists in the eyes
Of the ones who can't protect me
Pain only exists in the eyes
Of those marching on the front lines
Pain only exists
Who will hold my mother in this trying time
Who will console her
Who will give her peace
While reliving the incident
With a conclusion already written
Another damn moment
Repetitive language
Slurred in anguish
Devastation
Paralyzed
Scripted grammar
This dialogue only awaits the hearts of those fighting freedom
Yet this fight has been going on for so long
We fight
Blinded by failed pretenses
Failed system
That we get yelled at for our votes
But I'm still awaiting an education
Promised through masters and whippings
God forbid me knowing more than I should
Yet another mother will be in tears
Another grievance
Another not guilty
Another

Poem # 404

On reflection of my artistic ways, I look into the life of being a woman and the imagination of how to embrace the beauty that one is given. Ending Phillis Wheatley’s poem at “triumph song,” I want the audience to hear my “song” of embracing the beauty of self. Once you see and feel the words of encouragement from yourself, you won’t have to search for it from anyone else. “On Imagination” and “She is Beauty” take on the spirit of inspiration and being triumphant.

On imagination

THY various works, imperial queen, we see

How bright their forms! How deck’d with pomp by thee!

Thy wond’rous acts in beauteous order stand

And all attest how potent is thine hand

From Helicon’s refulgent heights attend

Ye sacred choir, and my attempts befriend;

To tell her glories with a faithful tongue

Ye blooming graces, triumph in my song.

—Phillis Wheatley

She is beautiful

Scarred with unmarked flaws

Sterilized with damaged goods

All she ever wanted was a hug

Mixed with the temptation of love

But instead she got lust with no glove

Penetrated words of how she would be mentally struck by any man

Because he held her beauty in the cups of his hands

Never grasping that she holds the title of her self-worth

She is beautiful

Timeless effort

Being the dream

With eyes open

Make up cascading

The essence of her soul

Awaiting approval from any man

Rejecting the thought that love even from her lack thereof

She is beautiful

Mirrors talking back to her

Labeling herself as the fat chick

Plastering more pills

Into a dying gestation

Trying to compete with her inner thin

Not realizing she will kill her

Before she learns what beauty is

Yes she is beautiful

Crafted to be resilient

Holding her strength by the fingertips

Tears painting murals of attention

Failed to be given

Yet she represents beauty in its rarest form

Milestones built through triumphs

She holds her own crown

Fixated on misguided self

Love

Who can truly tell her that she shines?

While radiance screams Queen

Yes, you are Beautiful!

Take hold of who you are

Appreciate your flaws

Take control of who you are

Know that beauty lies within you

No need to search for it

Just embrace it

And be proud to say

I AM BEAUTIFUL!

Poem #403

Pearls of Truth

I stand alone

naked to the eye

Wishing for a reply

arms out

a teardrop gracefully sliding down my cheek

how can one question this beauty

so i opened my mouth

to let myself know

dear reflection

I love you!

Picture by: Chloe' (my daughter)

Poem #402

Freedom..                   

with lyrics from Lift Every Voice & Sing and The Star Spangled Banner

Lift every voice and sing
How can one honor a land that captured my ancestors before knowing they could be free?
Yet tears shed for those chosen to fight for freedom
Because they are told they are brave
Blood shed on the very land represented by each stripe
Paraded by stars that slaves wished upon to be freed
Yet I'm supposed to be free
Laughed upon because I barely know my history
Which was pushed, held back
And the only representation you have of me
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
But I'm free
So Black History Month celebrates pride upon those who came before us
Malcolm X
Those who found our freedom
Harriet Tubman
Those who showed us we could be anything we want to be
President Barack Obama
So yes I'm free
With a voice of not only hope and faith
But doing the work that needs to be done
Well by being the minority
Yet I can do anything
Because of those who went through the trials and tribulations to prove
Planting this seed of possibility can come true
So yes I'm free
I don't need to be handled by negro spirituals, or whippings, or work that paved the way for me to stand here FREE
Enlightenment of freedom

This soil, this cotton, the breeding of your animals, land

Which in hindsight is mine

My ancestors did the work

So I could find pride in this land

So yes I’m free

There is no need to explain a pain that reflects your humanity

African American

Yet my heritage is unknown

Black being the shade that reflects my representation

Negro turned Negro turned Nigger turned back to Nigga

A term of endearment

Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us;

Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us

Facing the raising of our new day begun

Reflectively stated, see I'm that generation

Not afraid to hold back my tongue

Knowing that our ancestors wanted more than RIP shirts and us mourning the deaths of those with their hands up

Turning in their grave due to the marches they hear

Knowing we should be One

And not divided

Yet the Revolution is being Televised

And shared, going viral

So we are the demise of taking two steps forward just to go backwards

Trumping a civilization

With anger and hate

Yet I was taught love

Being told I am not from here

But I was born here

Being told that I am ignorant

Yet my education exceeds yours

But I was taught love

Nothing can break me

Because we were built strong

Nothing can break me

Because I was taught faith

Nothing can break me

Because I stand on the land of the free

Nothing can break me

I will not be broken by one man

Because I know we are equal

So as I stand

Over the land of the free

I will be brave.

Poem #401

Interlude:

When my heart beats, I am reminded that life has been given to me to LIVE! 

I know the circle of life, therefore I don’t wait on it…

I know the circle of life, therefore we are not destined our next breath…

I know the circle of life, so as I wake with arms stretched and yawn with the blessings of the sunshine (I’m too lazy to wake before it rises) I understand the beauty. 

You can’t predict your future, but YOU can create your day so LIVE! 

Why stick boundaries on your life or others? 

You can’t organize your feelings to embrace freedom so why indulge in others? 

Give yourself a break from depression and live. 

Give yourself a break from boundaries and love. 

Give yourself a break from reality and DREAM! 

No one can tell you how to grieve or how to let your emotions flow. 

Yet the moment you can feel freedom from the lows and embrace the highs,

 I acknowledge that THIS MOMENT…this moment brings harmony to your soul. 

Feel free to fly. It’s ok. I promise.

 

When the wind blows

When the wind blows

I will not shudder from discomfort

Waiting for warmth to appear

For Mother Nature wants me to know she is near.

When the wind blows

I will embrace the feeling of freedom

Flying gracefully beside

Taking away all of my lows

While lifting me high.

When the wind blows

I want to feel peace

Acknowledge the ability to breathe in life

As its purpose will bring hope to lifeless moments

That try to keep me still.

When the wind blows

I will fly away

Take each step

Weightless, loving, appreciative

That this wind chose me.

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