Black Poetry : How I Wish That He Would Write...and Breathe Life

[angelicsage]

Mzblack…angel to angel, always happy to have you in my presence…
The love is felt…Thanks!


Watzinaname…with all the incredible writing you’ve given us this week…
I’m just honored…Peace & Blessings!


Gempis…my dear sister…Thank you so much for the prayer…at times I need it
This isn’t the type of gift you ever want to lose…Much love to you!


Rich…Thank you sooooo much, maybe I’ll be able to deliver on that! Peace &
Blessings to the King of Flyte!


Ola…you pull the heartstrings…very thankful for your words, they are touching.
Peace, love and blessings to you sister!


Bluewater…thanks for feeling me on this..Peace & Blessings


Noni…nice to meet you…thanks for dropping me a line! Peace & Blessings

 

[angelicsage]

Caramel….
I’m floored and I LOVE the response…how ingenious / your passion and
confidence comes across with everything your write…I was like… WHOA
(Can I even hang with this?)…but I’d like to leave you a special reply because I enjoyed your flow so much. Thank you for feeling me on this piece, it was written from the heart.


From yesterday…. I turn my face
“Before” is no longer the essence of this moment
but Rather the “fillings” of “Afters”… caramel coated
Sweet to the mind, smoothened over the heart
Rich and heavy within the soul…
Sliding deeper…
Filling voids, that leaves my voice…echoing in the rafters
And longing for more…pyyyyyyyyyy(whispered)
thon….
Transformed by silken threads…
Masterfully crafted by syllables sugary spun …
Woven into the once fading image of
My Silhouette…resurrecting my passion
I willingly submit…. to the sweetest of venom
To ever travel within these veins…
Fangs…deep
Fangs……sleek
Fangs……….long awaited
Deeply…embedded beneath the essence
Of what was me…/ I break free
From a withering shell…and spread my wings
Lifted…I am now…. beyond the imaginable

Long after the sun has risen and set
Would you believe me if I said
Beneath my wings... only your love can slide
And within your lust…would inhibition never abide
And with your ego, a sexy confidence coincides
And so long as you write for me…
The tears you post will forever be hidden deeply
the pages of my soul turning rapidly…
And would you believe me if I said…
That it was caramel poetry that enwrapped itself…
And drove me to write all of this

Thanks again…your flow was Hot!
Poetry is something that one would always miss, once given.
Much luv Sage!

 

[PositiveMindset]

I dug this completely.

Some things that happen that U don't want 2, makes U a better U.

Keep your mind's wings open & soar.

 

[LISTERSCRIBIN']

the melancholy that this bitter sweet lovepiece possess is absolutely incredible. i'm lovin' it! there are so many lines in this piece that are just great and your word usage is absolutely tyght. keep on scribin', as i continue to read you...in awe.

 

[krazelyricks]

Angelic like you I had an ebony king that wrote for me
But just like the day came and went
He left me with this last poem to repent
It was called my " Ebony Queen"

" My Ebony Queen that lightens up my day
That smile is rediatant as the summer's ray
This is the last poem I write to you
Don't cry cause remember I will always love you
But how can I tell you not to cry when that's what I'm doin right now
I can't..........but forever in a day I bow
The shear smell of your hair intoxicates me
When you're around my voice surprises me
Because it won't stop it's beckerin' of my love that flows to the highest peaks
It reeks
For you
This makes me scared.....and sometimes I'm afraid that I won't make a surperior king for you
You are perfection
And I, on the other hand am the grind and chalk around you that is scare to transform my suduction
Into a leud and definite love of that perfection
I wish I could really, really be with you
But I would rather not..........I might be the king that hurts you
So in closing this is my last poem to my Ebony Queen
I cry because I'll never again hear my Ebony Queen's voice sing
But it's for the best.......farewell my Queen"

It was hard after this
And sometyme I wish I would have protest this
But I found it hard that if he truly loved me he could do this
So after he stopped his poems
My life and all that was around me went back to norm
Until.......I guess the next day I become a new poet's queen

This is a true story........and it hurts bringing it back up......but since it went with the topic I just couldn't stop it........This was a tyte flow and I'm really feelin' it........you know I like every piece you drop........and more

Yo lil sis..............