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Black love poems - lovers... feed, pamper and love your lovers with the past, present, and possible future relationships. Black love poems direct your insight into yourself, flourish the decent relationship into the dream you have always wanted.
If you are a black woman, you should know… “Six out of every ten black women are either in bad relationships, share a man, or are celibate”. If you are black male and you love, want to love or you're scared to love a lover, read these love poems.
Love poems heal romantic relationships; incorporate new, empowering wise decision into various aspects of your love lives, inspire and arouse black women move onward and black man move upward.
Black love poems shine a clear light on the stereotypes that Black women and men faced in the 1900s... and Black women went through... from the phases of a "soul sister" to the early Negro Christian "mother image".
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Black Love Poems for lovers
Invitation to Love
COME when the nights are bright with stars
Or when the moon is mellow;
Come when the sun his golden bars
Drops on the hay-field yellow.
Come in the twilight soft and gray,
Come in the night or come in the day,
Come, O love, whene'er you may,
And you are welcome, welcome.
You are sweet, O Love, dear Love,
You are soft as the nesting dove.
Come to my heart and bring it rest
As the bird flies home to its welcome nest.
Come when my heart is full of grief
Or when my heart is merry;
Come with the falling of the leaf
Or with the redd'ning cherry.
Come when the year's first blossom blows,
Come when the summer gleams and glows,
Come with the winter's drifting snows,
And you are welcome, welcome.
by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)
LITTLE BROWN BABY
LITTLE brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes,
Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee.
What you been doin', suh -- makin' san' pies?
Look at dat bib -- you's ez du'ty ez me.
Look at dat mouf -- dat's merlasses, I bet;
Come hyeah, Maria, an' wipe off his han's.
Bees gwine to ketch you an' eat you up yit,
Bein' so sticky an sweet -- goodness lan's!
Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes,
Who's pappy's darlin' an' who's pappy's chile?
Who is it all de day nevah once tries
Fu' to be cross, er once loses dat smile?
Whah did you git dem teef? My, you's a scamp!
Whah did dat dimple come f'om in yo' chin?
Pappy do' know you -- I b'lieves you's a tramp;
Mammy, dis hyeah's some ol' straggler got in!
Let's th'ow him outen de do' in de san',
We do' want stragglers a-layin' 'roun' hyeah;
Let's gin him 'way to de big buggah-man;
I know he's hidin' erroun' hyeah right neah.
Buggah-man, buggah-man, come in de do',
Hyeah's a bad boy you kin have fu' to eat.
Mammy an' pappy do' want him no mo',
Swaller him down f'om his haid to his feet!
Dah, now, I t'ought dat you'd hug me up close.
Go back, ol' buggah, you sha'n't have dis boy.
He ain't no tramp, ner no straggler, of co'se;
He's pappy's pa'dner an' playmate an' joy.
Come to you' pallet now -- go to yo' res';
Wisht you could allus know ease an' cleah skies;
Wisht you could stay jes' a chile on my breas' --
Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes!
by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)
FAST ANCHOR'D, ETERNAL, O LOVE.
FAST-ANCHOR’D, eternal, O love! O woman I love!
O bride! O wife! more resistless than I can tell, the thought of you!
- Then separate, as disembodied, or another born,
Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation;
I ascend - I float in the regions of your love, O man,
O sharer of my roving life.
by Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
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