Tag Archives: African American poetry

We Are Royal

Buried within your soul young man lives the destiny of  kings

Awaiting the chance to take hold and help you sprout golden wings

Young woman from birth you were adorned with a golden crown

Granted by God, a priceless symbol worth more than a worldly gown

Remember Father Destiny makes no mistakes!

That’s why my Ebony child, your successes make the world QUAKE!

Your very breath in this world is a proclamation of victory

your every decision is an opportunity to sculpt out a new history!

its coded to your simplest codon to triumph over adversity

To fight against oppression with a royal tenacity

The world around you is determined to make you forget!

A darkness that’s afraid of your light, that was born upset

But you’ll succeed with ease as your melanin skin absorbs light

just filling yourself with glory out of spite

Nothing can stop you from being queens and kings

We always have been, and will be, Magnificent royal beings!

-Poetic Ice-

 

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Death to a Midsummer Night’s Dream

 

An autumn wind blows carrying a chill

instilling my soul with a fall flavored thrill

Its the time when I truly beam

It’s the Death of a midsummer night’s dream!

Bring on the summer’s end

it’s time for the tree limbs to shake and bend

The time has come for summer to take its final breath

bring on the cider and cinnamon, the flavor of summer’s death

slide Fall’s dagger into Lady Summer’s heart

Queen Autumn’s reign is about to start

Quake the trees and let the leaves drop

blot the sun and let the heat stop

She brings cool winds and bonfires to all

Its time for a few months of Fall

A symphony of orange and yellow is the world’s new theme

The theme of A Midsummer Night’s Dream

-Poetic Ice-

Focus

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Lost in Thought

lost in time

loss of acuity

I’ve lost my focus

adrift in the abyss

something is amiss

I can’t find the source

I’ve lost my focus

I have to recenter myself

I have to clear my mind

I have to work towards my destiny

But I’ve lost my focus

Obliterate my old ways

seek out new days

reforge my present into a new destiny

I’VE FOUND MY FOCUS

-Poetic Ice-

Get This Work (NSFW)

NSFW: Not Safe For Work. If you wouldn’t want your boss reading this over your shoulder read it alone. (Honestly, this is mild, its a warning of whats coming down the pipeline, Enjoy)

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Come here girl get this work

Work on this dick, show me that twerk

I’m not being nice I wanna crash then walls

I need the sound of moaning all through the halls

I’m gonna work until you cum, don’t you fret

I’m bout to slide all through your wet

I can’t wait to give you every piece

I’m gonna beat that thing numb, enjoy your sexual feast

 

Poetic Ice

 

Honestly just flexing my poetry muscles here, and please believe more to come.

Addicted

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I need you hooked on me

Licking your lips when you think of me

Craving my touch on your soul

Needing me to fill you to make you whole

I’m your heroin coursing through your veins

Give yourself to me, let me take the reins

Let me deep into you, numbing you like novocaine

Giving you them good sweet tea kisses when you ride that sugar cane

Your love is too good I had to trap you

Every chance I get, I’m going to hit your spot and burst through

There is no need for you to feel conflicted

When it comes to me, you’re addicted

 

Poetic Ice

What Do You See?

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Mr. Policeman what do you see

When you see my African-American skin wrapped around the soul within me

Is something in melanin that tells some not to serve & protect?

Or is it simply a different skin tone you reject?

Do you see that I’ve been robbed?

Or do you see us committing robbery as a mob?

Can you fathom an interracial love on your surveillance tape?

Or is it just a blond haired Blue-eyed rape?

Have you seen a Negro reach for their ID?

Or do you empty your gun just cause, turning them into human debris?

Have you seen my compliance & hat I’m unarmed?

Or do you blindly abuse & murder me to save yourself from imaginary harm?

Will you ever understand why we continually protest?

Or do your eyes behold unpatriotic anarchy & civil unrest?

Do you carry the weight of a mother’s tears when her baby dies?

Or do you rejoice like the Lord answered your cries?

Can you understand that the Black has been raped by the blue?

Or is this the only way of life you see as true?

My unlabeled soul ask all you labelers I see,

Mr. Policeman, What do you see?

-Poetic Ice

 

Spectres and phantoms

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The inner city sky is set ablaze by the firefly orbs held within/
Quiet strangled the streets/
Only faint echoes of automotive ghosts wail in the distance/
One can smell it, the sky will cry soon/
That’s when the spectre will hunt/
Cloaked in the blue Laws, he prowls/
Shining his light on all that is fowl/
Ready strike with ferocity in the night/
Full of bravado, pride, and yes fright/
Scared of what he may or may not have to do is the spectre’s life/
But his prey, the phantom, has his own strife/
He must straddle the thin line of evil and good/
Fill the flame-riddled streets with bacteria, or live peacefully misunderstood/
Some of the phantoms will spread their outbreak, sending the Spectre into a frenzy/
His fear will cause all phantoms to wear the guise of am enemy/
The misunderstood will lose their innocence/
The spectre will lose his benevolence/
And the bacteria now takes prevalence in the once peaceful inner city streets/
No longer can the phantom walk them and feel safe/
No longer can the spectre feel capable without force/
No longer quiet are our streets under the flames/
Soon the sky will cry as we deflect the fallen names/
Oh what I wouldn’t give to just have those skies set ablaze again/
One without the spectres and phantoms living in sin.

Poetic Ice