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