Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Poetry is a powerful tool for expression, and African female poets have been making their mark on the literary world for decades. From the hauntingly beautiful verses of Maya Angelou to the politically charged works of Warsan Shire, these poets have captured the essence of the African experience in their writing. Here are 10 African female poets you need to read today:
By Shimnom3 years ago in Poets
With each stroke of the brush, A new world comes alive, Colors dance and swirl, As the canvas comes to life. From a blank and empty page, A story starts to form, Each color tells a tale, Of love, of pain, of storm.
By Karthick3 years ago in Poets
School life is a journey, Full of learning and growth, It's where I make new friends, And discover my own worth. From math to science,
By Mutahir Ahsan3 years ago in Poets
The ball is in my hand, The clock is ticking down, My team is counting on me, To make the winning sound. I dribble left and right,
I am a unicorn, wild and free, With a mane and tail of rainbow hue, My horn is sharp and sparkling, And my eyes are bright and blue.
In the realm of darkness and shadows Where the light of day never follows There lies a world of endless night Where terror and fear reign in might
By Dhinesh kumar.P3 years ago in Poets
In my real inner being everything is just naturally good great mind great thoughts calmness and peace joy the contemplation is always in there and analyzes after some of the others unwanted waves but still I can tell healing daily from abuse is the only way
By Lightness3 years ago in Poets
Summers by the pool, Fractures of my youth, Memories that make me whole, Moments of pure truth. The sun beating down,
By Danielle Steel3 years ago in Poets
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — - I’m afraid I forgot your face, I look at your picture and remember holding your hands and hugging you.
By Maximilian G. Wolf3 years ago in Poets
Forget your time, place The Burning Hells march upward Sanctuary calls
By Jonathan Lawrence3 years ago in Poets
I held your hand as you lay dying, Your breaths came slow and labored, My heart was breaking, silently crying, As I watched your life unravel.
By Mahdi3 years ago in Poets
In winter, the world is white, And the air is crisp and cold, The snowflakes dance and sparkle, In a sight that's to behold.
