When the King is asleep the peasants will sneak.
A moment of whim we glimps into the oceans of grim only to be redeemed by the love from within
You Chase money hoping for a Better life But your thoughts bring up a bitter knife That cuts through the
Falling in love is not a destination that you reach. It doesn’t know time or space. Falling in love is an everyday thing.
In honour of Black History month, we asked a group of poets to share with us their poetry on the subject. This what they had to say
In honour of Black History month, we asked a group of poets to share with us their poetry on the subject. This what they had to say.
What happens when we let emotions take over our reasoning mind? So grateful for poetry.
We never truly die we simply transform.
Be, be, ‘fore we came to this country
We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys
It was empires in Africa called Kush
Timbuktu, where every race came to get books
To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans
Asian Arabs and gave them gold when
Gold was converted to money it all changed (I know I can – By: Nas)
Poetry can be found all around us. We simply need to accept it when we see it. And we can only see it if we open our hearts and love.