She wanted me

Haitian Love Poems

Haitian love poems have always been my first love. I was born from her so there is no way I could have known anything else. I dont think I would have want to have known anything else. She is precious to me and I definitely know the case is vice versa. She sacrificed a lot for me and I recognize that effort. 

I have many sisters and they are sister sisters. The kind that are deeply rooted in the Earth and only speak the truth of things. They are deeply feeling beings and  they have been irrational. But there were always there for me and that has been deeply appreciated. 

I was surrounded by Haitian Love and teh poetry from that comes through. 

Black Love

There are a number of things I want in the world, the first would be black love. I want it all around me and I want the world to understand that I want it to be a part of me. I dont ever want to quit. That would be the ultimate failure or lesson. If there was something to learn, I wish I would have learned it long ago. I wish I could rest in a new peace. 

Like there is a part of me that is evolving, of becoming part of a greatness that I could not know unless I experienced it. This life is a trial and I have no idea how I am doing but I do know that nothing can be done without faith. There is a yearning for a connection to all entity. My mind connects me to it and I still remain an extension of it. 

I guess the one thing I want more than anything is to love myself. That would be the ultimate definition of black love. And I could be its witness.

Drifting Into Heartbreak

Its an interesting feeling to be connected to someone and in your heart know that you may be connected to the wrong person. Its like wandering through life and truly missing a part of your life. Its not metaphorically, its like actually missing a part of yourself and all the while wondering where that magically part of you is. 

Forever in the lost and found and no way to retrieve it.

urban black love poems for her

Isnt it still about her, did I step in the wrong category of urban black love poems for her. I stand ten toes deep on this subject because I love it just like I love here even when it pains me to do so. I have always been the one to run head first, I save the body for momentum and I keep pushing forward always going hard and doing damage to my senses. 

Im relentless, one feet in and then another foot in. I am not looking for any kind of retreat. If Im defeated, im fine with that, if Im not dead Im going back in. I recognize the weakness of the world. It is looking for the weak and my love is not weak. It is measured in the acts I do for others. 

My only hope is that I left you off better than when I met you. What a crime to come into someones life and then leave them worse off then when they met you. That is criminal. But im lover, not a lifer. And I truly loved a life worth living because I loved deep and I am better for it.

love poems for a black king

I was looking for a subject where I talked only about me and I think this one is it, love poems for a black king. I have been looking for it and have not been finding it anywhere. I think I am asking too much of the world or too much from one person. Or maybe I am too much for one person. 

What is it like to have all of the answers and none of the answers. Thats about as certain as I feel now. Always looking at both sides and sitting in between. 

I have to get off the fence some time and I am looking for a certainty that there is someone that can show love to a black king. I dont think I can even remember back to what I thought love would be. The thoughts are like vultures that circle me constantly cawing and waiting for the proper reaction to strike. 

I think they need to hear fear, that one note where you dont even look up anymore. You just go with the flow and try to make the best of things. And this is the thread that is woven into...

romantic poems for her to make her cry

Sometimes I write these poems, sometimes I write them for the express purpose and title them romantic poems for her to make her cry. I get overly expressive with them and talk about things that I would not normally talk about. I am gifted at these words and only if I could be gifted in showing the world who I truly am. 

I am always hiding behind all of this trauma and trying to fight my way through it but I still see her in eyes and heart. I am in pain when I think about here because there were so many things I could have done to keep her. So the answer is that I really did make her cry. In some ways, the way that I would like and in others the way I should never have. 

I felt like I was shaping a destiny with her and I could see her essence in everything. i just could not see past all of my pain and I think that is what hurt her the most.

Love Of My Life

I dont ever want to deny that you are the love of my life. I have sacrificed everything for you and would gladly do it again under the same circumstances. My life was changed by you. I was walking around in faux happiness and thought I was on top of the world. 

I was standing on a small sliver and being swept away in a river of giving meaning to meaningless things. I could not remember a handful of the things I use to chase after but I always remember chasing after you. It was one of my greatest pursuits in life. 

I wanted the world for you even if it meant that I sacrificed mine because that I was I thought I was supposed to do as a man. But I am so thankful for you and I cannot say thank you enough.

So thank you. 

I was looking for someone in this world and I was fortunate to have found you and in many ways you were fortunate to have found me as well. I wanted to breathe life into you and you wanted the same for me.

Im In Love

Im in love and I have been for a long time. The problem is that I formed an attachment and that is harder to shake off then anything. I was looking for someone to help me feel safe and accepted. I found that and then I lost it for whatever reason. 

Its like losing a part of yourself and then going back and always looking for it. Its a constant hunt for what used to be and then understanding that it is no longer the case.

You need to find a new way and in that you may find your consistent you or at least that is what I am hoping. Im in love and most of the time these days I wish I wasnt.

Love Love Love

Do you think I am talking about this too much. When I titled the poem love love love, I didnt think I was overdoing it. I thought I was right on the line of being normal. I dont know why everyone wouldnt be crazy about it. 

I think I am at the point in my life where I wish I had more of it. Things have definitely change and you either change with the times or you just leave yourself out of it. I dont think that is an option. 

I wish it was easier but now it just seems faster and I am jumping through too many hoops. All in the name of love.

The Power of Black Love

The power of black love is so strong that it transcends everything. It means that we were meant to be included in this world and there is a reason for that. Because we were meant to be included. We all have or part of the world, it is the part that resides within us and it is radioactive. 

That means that when the world turns the power off on it, it turns itself back on. What a spectacular event to witness. To watch someone be completely down and out and then to overcome with such a force that it defies all the laws of the universe. 

You and I are here to witness the power of black love.