Best Tubman Poems


Tubman

“Tubman”




What colours a heart
courage?

What colours a mind
belief?

What colours a soul
unity?

Underground
we carry torches

from station 
to station

We are the Light
We Lead

No colour 
No religion

No epic 
delusion

Where is the race?
The race to confusion?

We are One
You and me

We are One
We all bleed

Underground 
we carry torches

from station 
to station

Poets grieving
Vigilantes seething

Electric conductors
of Love

punching tickets
elevate the fire 

Light rises
out of the numb

sacrifice the smallest
midst mountains of Moriah

signals waking
signals waving

Freedom
Glowing

Colours are All
Colours

Ultraviolet 
magnetic to spectrum

silent tapping, unheard
sometimes seen

no snake doctor lectern
truth burns 

souls bound to each other
all grieving

in one way or another
we all learn

Hearts beating
Lungs breathing

signals waking
signals waving 

platforms all crowing, 
now eyes open

listening, 
debating

all signals waking
new story weaving

Souls searching
Souls kneeding

Light now is calling
Light now is leading

Tubman is not 
dreaming


(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)










“Any cause needs speakers and organizers. 
Any mass movement requires 
women and men of great ideas.”







Tubman, Harriet.
Harriet Tubman is sometimes referred to as the Moses of her people because of the way she led them out of slavery. The Underground Railroad operated at night. Slaves were moved from "station" to "station" by abolitionists.

Harriet Tubman - Maverick

Harriet Tubman helped free slaves
Determination gave her the strength 
To break the law
And have slaves crawl
Through tunnels to make their escape -
She risked her life every day


3/12/12
Added additional line at end

Did Harriet Tubman Ever Cry

Did Harriet Tubman ever cry?

Did she ever bow down on her knees

And ask God, Why?

 Or even get upset because she couldn’t read

No, she only stood up and gave a speech

 

Did Harriet Tubman ever weep?

Did she ever scream when she had that bullet wedged in her teeth?

Or was the moment too mundane

When the doctor dug his scalpel through her determined brain

 

No, the water dripping down her face

Is only sweat from saving slaves

We all need that “Harriet Tubman kind of faith”

 

Did Harriet Tubman ever refuse the call?

Decide she will surrender freedom after all?

Or did she grab a pistol and dared to shoot

At anyone who leaked her sacred route

 

Though her fate seemed dim

And the odds were against her

“Every great dream begins with a dreamer”

 

For those who need hope or encouragement

Please never forget

to stand tall

and summon Harriet Tubman’s strength


Harriet Tubman

Harrius Tubman

Harriet Tubman was my Great Great Great times Eight Grandmother
 Trying to Free The Mind of my Brothers 
 Cause Our Eyes is Covered
 From this Blindfolded Structure 
 of Vampires, Demons,  & Witches 
 Rituals, Sacrifices, for Riches 
 Lucifers Music is Enrichened 
 Using His God Given Instruments for Demolition 
 Releasing the Spirits
 All seeing Eye of the Pyramids
 Illuminati Card Game Predictions 
 Predicting World Events Foretelling it's Existence 
 Esau hates Since Genesis 
 Against his Brother to Afflicting
 Oppression on his Brother without Forgiveness 
 They Eyes and Mind stay Attentive
 to Lies Instead of Wisdom 
 Locked in the Devils Prison
 Jesus last Words IT IS FINISHED
 False Prophets
 Make Profits
 off the Gospel
 Reciting the Apostles
 Ain't Scared of these Serpents 
 I was Breeded for the Purpose
 to be speak the Sermons 
 as the Servant 
 the Prince Once on the Heavens Throne
 left the Heavens Abode
 To Expose these Foes
 on the Underground Railroad 
 to the Path of the Gold
 for the Soul
 Salvation
 Revelations
 Judgement is Waiting

Premium Member The Tubman Trail

I hiked a portion of the Harriet Tubman trail with boots upon my feet.
I can’t imagine walking the entirety of the path she, several times, had to complete.
I hiked it in the light of a sunny day when the weather was particularly nice.
I can’t imagine walking in the cold and rain, blanketed by the darkness of a Maryland country night.

Of course, no one was chasing me; no masters were left behind.
Being a privileged white American male, I cannot truly appreciate her state of mind.
But I have a creative imagination and have studied my U.S. history,
Enough to understand this heroine had more courage than that which resides inside of me.

I may have exactly retraced some of her steps, quite literally,
But in no way mirrored her brave journey in any way metaphorically.
After the hike I drove home exhausted looking forward to a nice long nap.
With only the physical and emotional strength left to tip Ms. Tubman my Oriole baseball cap.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.

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