Peter Black


Peter Black Poems

1. Vinegar 5/26/2013
2. Electric City 5/26/2013
3. The Rain Song 5/26/2013
4. Titan 5/26/2013
5. Walking Ghost 5/26/2013
6. The Age Of Love 5/26/2013
7. Shambhala 5/26/2013
8. Dream In A Labor 5/26/2013
9. A Single Light 5/26/2013
10. A Child's Heart 5/26/2013
11. The River Acheron 12/22/2014
12. The River Of Life 12/22/2014
13. Realization Of Mistake 12/22/2014
14. Girl In A Dewdrop 12/22/2014
15. Usury 12/22/2014
16. Cycle Of Poverty 12/22/2014
17. Depraved One 12/22/2014
18. A Fresh Rain 12/22/2014
19. Humanity 12/22/2014
20. Waiting For The Sun 12/22/2014
21. The Storm 12/22/2014
22. The Song Of Hell 12/22/2014
23. Song Of The Sun 12/22/2014
24. Sand 12/22/2014
25. A Proclamation Of True Love 12/22/2014
26. Pound 12/22/2014
27. Mother Star 12/22/2014
28. Blow 12/22/2014
29. I Must Go 12/22/2014
30. Song Of The Night 12/22/2014
31. Buttery Dreams 12/22/2014
32. My Haunt 12/22/2014
33. Morning Bells 12/22/2014
34. Summer Now 12/22/2014
35. Bradbury Park 12/22/2014
36. Eternal Sun 12/22/2014
37. Feelings Held 12/22/2014
38. Cloud Busting 12/22/2014
39. The Chaos Of Her Blood 12/22/2014
40. Palmetto Grove 12/22/2014

Comments about Peter Black

  • Aaron (2/7/2018 8:47:00 PM)

    does anyone have an analysis of this poem?

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Best Poem of Peter Black

Oppression

It is contrary to your station
Get on the floor
Slave master is going to chord you
hit you up blood, put your head in a hole,
He will put metal in your bones.

I can suck in the sun,
It makes me hungry and the winds cool my foam.
I have muscles and they can move the earth,
But I got a mouth full of sand and dirt

How much money does it cost to buy life;
Who do I have to own to make myself proud;
When in the crowd I hear a sound,
People shouting to lay down,
"Put your hands out flat, do not make a stand."
So a rich man can put his...

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Electric City

Live in an electric city no more—
Seeing lightning move through wires and stones,
Count people building boxes to the sky,
And thousands of crowded, converging roads;
Where blue light blisters white-ghost in the night
And clouds recoil back from murder sounds:
Tired brakes, worn tires, the human howl;
The smell of waste and gas is all around.
Grasses turn brown and the creatures have gone,

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