Category Archives: african american poetry

To My Only Child

To my Only Child (c) I remember when you were only a child, I penned a poem to you explained how life might sometimes be harsh and cold, unfair and cruel This poem on paper somehow disappeared but my beautiful … Continue reading

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Sunday Morning

by Anna Greene Dell’Era copyright On this early Sunday morning My heart is open to pray I kneel at my throne of worship A melody comes my way Lord, you are so amazing Your touch, so warm yet light You … Continue reading

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I Am The Hill And The Mountain

My heart remains in bruise mode, Countenance in alert Experiencing racial injustice at times, know it’s intended to hurt. Supremacy in any form, shape, color or size is bonafide genocide. My country ’tis of thee Result of cause and effect … Continue reading

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Midnight Apricot

Apulian treats, especially apricots, embrace Apulian heat.. at midnight, when you may still be hot. Calms the palate when one’s desire is more than salad. And in the a.m. apricot pie dates cappaccino initiates a poetry flow. Poetry and Photography … Continue reading

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Lord, Do You Hear Me?

LORD, You must be tired of the black mamas/papas wails of grief Ricocheting off streets of gray concrete. Chaos unisoned in conflicting waves Skeletons of past discord Rattling as the war is waged. Lord, You must be tired Of seeing … Continue reading

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