Black History Poems | Examples
These Black History poems are examples of History poems about Black. These are the best examples of History Black poems written by international poets.
I'm going through a lover's quarrel.
The universe is fighting with me.
I'm trying to get the knowledge,
Thinking about my destiny.
Already figured it out, not trying to disrespect my family.
Caught between the life cycle of who I'm really trying to be.
Knowledge is the only way to live; that's all that matters to me.
But the force is so strong that I'm losing mentally.
I'm arguing with the universe that's stuck inside of me.
It's trying to elevate me to a place to live out eternity.
The elevation is stuck between one and seven.
The lower numbers are hell, and the higher numbers are heaven.
All I'm trying to do is get back my lost history.
Do not use that black sharpie on us
too fast.
It’s advisable to commemorate history,
true love.
Moments captured with a camera
can fade.
There’s such clarity in consideration,
please pause.
Let our panoramic view flood your eyes,
look back.
They lined the streets with bodies ~ we'd been cursed with a modern day black plague.
American sentence: 17-syllables
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
There was a man named Chaplin,
early films he did make happen.
To the world it was just right
that his bum was black and white!
TO BEING NOURISHED IN OURSTORY
Black History Month fades,
But not Ourstory:
It is eternal:-
Reflect on it all the time:
Your spirit ever nourished
May eyes and ears be open to the truth
As fragile as the fevered fledgling flies
Rejoice that better days may still be proof
That wisdom’s wily will shall curtail lies
In days of old their prejudice was clear
Now sleeps its dormant heart but still its near
Look not to history to celebrate
Under the rocks of equal lives lie cracks
The power play performed did demonstrate
How those who pull the strings avoid the racks
Earth never will be peaceful sad to say
Real battles lie in plain sight everyday
Know this, for every step that we have walked
I pledge that every promise that was talked
None shall stop and cheer our equal rights
Go farther, for our future we must fight
High school math class, November Twenty Second Nineteen Sixty Three:
the news had just broken from Dallas.
The teacher stands at the blackboard demonstrating
a geometric theorem; chalk clicking white against black
as she works through the meticulous Euclidean logic
with tears running down her face
Sometimes life itself writes a poem.
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History clearly reveals that Black slaves
ENDURED the worst of their real life NIGHTMARES.
There is also the sense that their hearts
ASURED them that their future and that
Of their descendants held their
Best DREAMES.
TO THE TASK AHEAD FOR OUR WRITERS
No one can write our story but us;
His story merely footnotes us:-
In the culture of the penned word,
We must personally ink ourstory;
Footnoting history’s keloid pains:-
In doing so, the rules must be ours
As opposed to those of anglophobia:-
In our midst, do we not have
Our own Prophets, Scribes, and Seers?
Do we not have our own worthy Griots?
Let us not write for their critics, but for ourselves,
Demonstrating mastery of the enforced language
Through which we must uniquely cipher flowing lines;
Deciphering coded lies from undeniable living truths:-
Can an indigenous fruit be a “native” of one that’s not?
If you don't want it to be taught how America brutalized the American Indian,
and you don't want it to be taught how America brutalized the enslaved black,
don't talk to me about your Christian moral compass,
because a Christian moral compass is something that you lack.
Rosa took a stand
by taking a seat :)
making a strong point
with dignity sweet :D
[I read her autobiography for Black History Month; always admired her, but a big fan of her now!]
Peacefully playing
Indigo notes
Angelic mood swaying
***** spiritual hope
Onyx facts history black
Born and Created
Legacy guided
Inspired from
Destined to Everywhere
Story my own
Mentors who taught me
Knowledge
Victorious enriches me
Accomplishments gained
Intriguing legacy voices
Never forget
Believing you always can
Challenge yourself into win
Black History a mission to always try
Even through the cries
One’s self
Always be yourself and nobody else
Black History is
Always will be
Educational and Sensational
Learn from the best
Wisdom is my test
Press on and enrich your own legacy
Do, Will, Shall and fulfill
When the stranger's came in their sailing ship's
The took us prisoner using chains and whip's
On these ships below the decks shackled with ropes
Around our necks.
We got so sick we could barely stand then we arrived
In a strange new land.
Stood in line the young and old just like cattle we
Were sold.
We could not fight or run away so in this place
We had to stay.
Working all day in the blazing sun with little food
And no chance to run.
I was a free black man and I fought with bravery
But now I'm a black man who lives in
Slavery...
May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life
that have, for us, thus far accrued…
and to begin each day with a word of thanks…
and thoughts of gratitude.
Today I’m thankful for history…
when it’s an honest unobstructed view
and for the poetry and wisdom
of Maya Angelou
Who hoped for the day…
as I do
when we are blessed to see
Native American
and black history
taught from one book…
An honest and accurate book on U. S. history.