Category Archives: Poems

The instructor said,       Go home and write       a page tonight.       And let that page come out of you—       Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple? I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem.    I went to school there, then Durham, then here    to this college on the hill above Harlem.    I amContinue reading “Theme for English B”

षट् Through the Dark Sod — as Education —The Lily passes sure —Feels her white foot — no trepidation —Her faith — no fear — Afterward — in the Meadow —Swinging her Beryl Bell —The Mold-life — all forgotten — now —In Ecstasy — and Dell — षट् Written By Emily Dickinson,

So, we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night wasContinue reading “So, we’ll go no more a roving “

I took my power in my Hand- And went against the World- ’T was not so much as David – had – But I – was twice as bold- I aimed my Pebble – but Myself Was all the one that fell – Was it Goliath – was too large – Or was myself –Continue reading “I took my Power in my Hand “

*** When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; *** How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false orContinue reading “When you Are Old “

I am – yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes – They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live – like vapours tossed Into the nothingness ofContinue reading “I am “

All i am, is a sinner full of lies and a giver of demise, skin thinner than a guise  A beginner would devise So my shiver it implies that the shimmer in your eyes Is now bitter and cold like the simmer of a sigh Like a liver about to die Full of liquor onContinue reading “ The devil in command”

This page is blank, in your mindThese words aren’t here,These words are lies.your home is nothing of a homeFamily members with characteristics ofStrangers You know nothing of these people,For they are strangers.It’s 5 a.m. And still you cry.It’s safe to say, another days gone by.You sleep till three, Wake up by nineYou’ll cry again, butContinue reading “Attention-Seeker”

Your crimson tears stay flowing,But your singing voice stays calm,It’s like your catching raindrops,They keep their shape while resting in your palms. You protect them like they’re fragile,Like they’re your heart placed in your hands,You admire it as long as you please,While the hourglass drips it’s sand. You smile while they rest there,As the tearsContinue reading “Reality”

Sometimes when I’m aloneI Cry,Cause I am on my own.The tears I cry are bitter and warm.They flow with life but take no formI Cry because my heart is torn.I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confiding,I would cry among my treasured friend,but who do you know that stopsContinue reading “ I Cry”