Black love poetry includes many famous African-American poets

Here are 4 examples of famous black love poetry from notable African-American female writers:

Fayola Kamaria Ama is a poet and writer. she lives in Philadelphia. For Mamie is her contribution to black love poetry:

FAYOLA KAMARIA AMA

for "Mamie" (poem for my grandmother)

awaken a flower/

petal

torn from the bulb

on lands lifted

by bitter sweat

of brown/gray hands

pickin n pickin

cotton white clouds blue with misery

southern sweet chocolate girls fine

warm

melting when

sun shines

tender as

rain dripping down

called her "a looker" big boned light brown

black indian hair

married young to

a man named allen

bore for him

six strong blk seeds

she worked to give

could of/should of

been home

but workin

while neighbors watched

her children over fences

her seeds

seein nights run into years

seein days shut half winkin

spinning years

fiIIin her blood

with sugar

sweet/unsweet blood

crawled in

like a spider's web

suckin up her body's

strength

takin the life out her foot

draggin like

a broom across the floor

wake flower

golden loooove

let yr spirit bloom

full complete

another harvest

done come

giving all it could

the soil lays, again,

ready to be tended. . .

Brenda Connor-Bey is a New York writer. Here is her black love poetry:

The Dancer

(from Thoughts of an Everyday Woman)

He wanted her to be with him

didn't want to share her with the public

craving/desiring her voice/her poetic magic

pulling them into her circle

when she danced on stage

He wanted to put her in a box

inside his pocket/to pull her out when he

wanted to see her/listen to her voice

watch the mystical footwork

she brought from her ancestors

It was hard for him to understand

her reluctance to come to him

like he wanted her

in a white dress

with bowed head and

white flowers in her hand

she begged him to understand that

dance was more than movements

on the ground/in the air

it was her life force

something she felt she had to do

A peculiar woman he used to think

the rare kind of flower one could

find hidden in the bush of their small island

she could tell when the stars were about to

pierce the blackened sky above them

when rains were about to be unleased

from overfilled clouds

she knew the cycles of the moon

the rhythms of waves and she

knew how much gregor loved her

but she'd never surrender herself to him

she knew that too

Gregor was a strange man

she'd think while practicing in front of the

wall sized mirror in the room in the

back of her home

that was the only word she could find

to describe the powerfully built black man

she could only love him if

he'd let go of the dream

binding her to him

with rope instead of trust/understanding

Because she had to dance

she had to dance

she had to

she had

she

Sandra Rogers another black love poetry writer from New York is a relatively younger poet than many that have gone before:

Waiting For Her Man Too Long