"testiment" poems
As Stong as the An African Elephant
Yet were are supple and elegant.
We are persuasive talkers so our words are very Eloquent.
Crafted From man's rib and An earthly element is How God made the first Wombman in the old testiment.
During the worlds development
We somehow begun to be irrelevant
Forgetting that we were designed as a help mate who is heaven sent.
We shed Bloods for days sometimes a months without dying.
Raising our children to Be Ladies and gentlemen whom are edifying.
In our wombs a human life we are able carry.
We are informational like a human dictionary.
We store resoureful pieces of data like a library.
Created with brown sugar, warm honey, cocoa and Gold.
Out spirits are Radiently Bold.
Our bodies are temples that can't be bought or sold.
We have a Story that must be hear and told.
We are the beautiful flowers in the month of May That Springs up and blooms in middle of noons day.
We flourish just as the fluorescent blue jay, Whose mood is Joyful and gay.
Our Skin absorbs the sun's Incandescent. Ray.
Some may say, Our hair is ***** but Actually, Our hair just happens to defy gravity
So we wear it upon our head proudly like a Crown
because Living in socitey's prospective of what you should look like will weigh you down.
You will stay stuck on being lost when you already have been found.
Be about your fathers business and know you are Heaven bound.
We are run life's race with meaning and purpose in our pace
Even our walk is embedded with grace
Nature's beauty smiles upon our face
As We Wear God's love like a Pure Gold necklace that's trimmed with lace.
The Strength we've gain
Turned us into warriors from living the through the most Excruciating pain
Thats the Reason we humbly pray as we sing and dance in the middle of the storm's rain.
Our humility will continue to remain.
We are women of Virtue
I wrote this to encourage you
Never let no one break, hurt or discourage you know who you belong to.
And who deserves a Woman of your statue.
For Being black Is Exhilarating
And being a woman is Breathtaking but Being a Black Woman is an Honorary Identity that is Legendary.
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
I won't write about your eyes
Instead I choose to think of your sighs
I'm not a bad person for believing the lies
Can't you see,
I want not only his eyes
For his body 'tis my demise
His eyes see to my soul
But oh, the lingering feel of his pole
It's not the colour of his hair
Although that shade is particularly rare
It's the whole essence of him altogether
His eyes
His hair
The way in which he dares
He teases my lungs
And watches me burn
Benethe his love I often squirm
The way he loves me
The way he breathes
The way he rubs me
The way he pleads
It starts like an itch
A tumbling twitch
A burning on the inside
As i search for his guide
It boarders on painful
Only just sedate-able
It's a burning
A yearning
A need
Like you would not believe
A whisper here
And a touch right there
The way he moves
It just aint fair
His eyes are perfect
They infect my days
But the burning
And the yearning
That's what stays
Oh yes, the ****
That's where i get stuck
Kiss me love
And i'll fall for you
But slip in some tongue
And we know just what to do
The chemistry and the fire
Lighting up our desire
When it's you on top of me
Baby we find clarity
We know what we want
Our bodies know what to do
Forget the croissant
Because darling, I need you
I'm all yours
So please take me without pause
It's a soul cleansing scrub
A testiment of our love
It's nothing sinful
It's really quite simple
...Your eyes can watch me,
but your body can love me...
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
If I can keep this short
and sweet I will.
I love you gorgeous.
I mean,
you'd hope so wouldn't you?
It'd be hard not to love you.
You've built me up from nothing.
Time and time again.
When I'm not my best,
when I'm feeling stressed.
When I'm lost,
when I can't eat,
when I'm vexed.
It's a true test
of dedication.
No, a testiment
to devotion and love.
We may have fell out before
but we never fell out of love.
Maybe you thought you did.
Or thought I would.
Yet we always find a way
back to eachother.
I just wish we didn't have to.
I so truly wish
you didn't have to walk
a different path to find
it was taking you in
the wrong direction.
I'll always take you in though.
Direct you to my heart
because that's where you belong.
You always said I'm home.
I never want you to be homeless.
Just say you're coming home.
I want the words to give me life.
You see,
breathing isn't breathing
without you.
Living isn't living
without you.
And sleeping isn't sleeping
without you.
I haven't felt much in a long time.
But I always feel you inside.
You guide me
when I'm feeling blind.
Even when you're not mine.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 6:44 PM UTC
One day I will evaporate into the horizon,
And I will burst into the many colors of the changing Sun,
From that moment, when the night paints its dark blues,
With every sunset the Sky will cry my name,
And the Earth will cry “the same!”
And the wind will cry “the same!”
And the trees will cry “the same!”
And the world will cry “the same!”
And the world will cry the same
©Copyright 2007 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC