Black Writers on Tumblr

This blog is dedicated to amateur, aspiring, fledgling & hobbyist Black writers looking for exposure here on Tumblr. If you're a Black author that writes content and publishes it on Tumblr, this is the space for you! Pro-LGBT. Erotic works will be featured here! Use discernment when browsing!

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a "sonnet" about desire

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you draw from my breath, i'm parallel

would you lift me with both your hands, next time

my head in your left, my feet in your right

draw from me again, raise me, release me

let me land where the dew tastes like sugar

i lay open for the birds to consume

i return to you holy, wholly yours

sweet, tired, easy -- a little lighter

there is land on my skin for you to taste

the birds made holes for you to nest your head

your lips touch each organ, you swallow whole

i button myself

together. i leave

skin rotting, breathless

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seeara

[orchidwonder]

Goal this Saturday to find all the comments or suggestions fics I said I would write on this site back in March and April and list them in a Note so I have an inspo list to work from.

I can’t wait to set up my fic tumblr and see how yall feel about my writing.

My true motivation to start is because I want to use pretty dividers because honestly the I’m so I’m uninterested in my own writing. So the only reason I’m ready to start posting is because I like how you all have master lists and link each chapter together so you can read the fic in 1 sitting.

For a creative I really love structure and workflows lol 😂

[free-grandmaa]

[brownthoughtsrainbowperception]

Who is?

Is blue truly true?

This is

That was

Broken bones swing low

It is a chariot of flame

The shame the only thing left to blame

Because perfection is a flawed notion

A puzzle missing pieces new while the old are torn and skewed

This is the world where humanity dwells

Grains broken by sifting sands

Embrace

Make

Think then retrace

And that is the ultimate notion

Truth reborn with gained focus

Lost in a circular pattern

What actually matters

Broken ebon twisted alabaster

[p0etrii]

[musingsofmi]

You looked at me like a prayer you didn’t know how to say and I forgave you anyway.

from a poem I’ll never finish

[jamietukpahwriting]

Hack my soul and rewrite me anew. Make me complete.

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[theellasophia]

I missed her happy smile shown bright even on a worse day. A bright mood that held hope. That didn’t let the life force make her stuck.

Who always seemed to believe in possibilities. Who didn’t view the world with such unease. Who believed in love by any means.

Part 2/3

Poem 31 of the My Poor Lady Collection by Ellasophia 🌸✨💚

[jamietukpahwriting]

Meaningful symbols mark a rarely trod path, a mystery unraveled.

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[zaunitanil]

september seventh you return to the thing that once fed you only to find it empty

for love comes with the highest request who am I to you but all mirrored of what you will never be who am I but a haunting reminder of all that you may lose? and what am I but the undoing which cannot be returned love measures no waves but stays the course of its inception

so though it may be years removed I still meant it when I said I got you.

zauni tanil from september diaries 

[art-psychology-me]

I am the moon’s youngest daughter that walks in sunlight. I am the best friend of the trees and close companion to lakes and rivers. I am the lover of wildflowers and camellias.

I am inspired.

[brownthoughtsrainbowperception]

I am brown upon a sky slicked oily with judgment

They assume the hue my skin will always be even within lightening seas

I am of breezes clean yet no one sees beyond the seen

Do you perceive lack within future acts

Does one definition fit and entire ethnic existence

Words born of greed and from fear of change still whispering into ears today

And because it is now a norm all should be ignored and hopes shored

The breathing of skin sculpted

Ability taunted

Our children's futures continually stunted

[brownthoughtsrainbowperception]

If you sit and wake does your heart break

Do tides sway the thought of the day

Is that a distant ray

Hope stoned by losses known

It is and it was

The shoving of the gun

And knowledge begun

The top rung spun

The step missed to complicate the heard hiss

That is the way as the clouds grey

The ocean spray is the truth relayed

Is that why you hope this way

[credittrapper]

You are truly my Siegel

Somewhere in the ocean

I'm trying, I give the best part

Of me to notice I never

Truly understand me.

I began to drown me

I'm the bad man in

My reality, I've to kill my reality

To set my dream free

You are truly my Siegel

Some days I see you in the sky

I wish I can fly, look how my

Heart dance in the sky

You smile and notice me

Even at the edge someone

Well notice you and give you a try

When I cry my tears drown me

I'm your tears that drop

From the sky at that moment

I'm in the sky. I learn to fly

You give me so many chances

For us to be together

I left a part of me to see

If I can fly

I end up downing, you were

There to save me before I was

a dead man at sea

Let me go I'm the badman

You scream and say I can fly

I scream and say broken

Birds can't fly

You still give me so many chances

Because broken birds can fly

They're just broken in mind.

I set myself out to see

To find who I'm the

Odysseus in me

Broken birds can't fly

I strap my sail to my

Body I can fly.

- OY

Not finish unedit

[fruitfulodyssey]

Woe is the man

Who plants seed

And does not know

What he is growing

- FruitfulOdyssey (Book: Journey of Discernment)

[only1dreamgrl]

The way I have so many ideas and stories that I want to post on here, but time is just not being kind to me . Also I don’t know where to start it’s so much I want to do .

[th3qurator]

My heart is mine and the Divine’s alone.

What I share is the warm light that radiates from it. What is the point of giving someone my heart if it is now disconnected from the Source of everything that makes it “desirable?”

It’s merely a trophy in the hands of another. A rose plucked, well on it way on the path of decay.