Selma Poems - Poems about Selma

It was that bloody Sunday, March 7, 1965 The fight and struggle The revolution with Hate and Love The multitudes to convey the Civil Rights message The shall in overcome Marching for Miles It was during the period of Dr. Martin Luther King style Former Representative John Lewis and many other legacies that support the mission were involved Chanting in song while Determination steady...

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Selma started out with a little pup when she was nine. He was a darling fellow, and best of all “all mine”. Her parents thought the couple was sublime. They let her get a new puppy all the time. When she grew up she had a bunch of them. Many dogs, some tall, some short, fat and thin. She grew...

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Again another MRI, the clacking sounds -- the injection of dye It’s been awhile with covid on the rise And vaccines found and given now inside and outdoors The radiologist sent me to 7 pm and changed it to 4 I believe he found me an easier ride Even the oncologist allowed the change and I am forgiven As I...

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Spirits of the living mingle with the dead Nightly, joining hands to march through Selma Dr. King, their leader, the first called home Returns to preach peace through understanding On streets where emotions refuse to rest Brother John’s soul, the last to depart Forever linked to this spectral caravan Listen and you’ll hear their songs and prayers Rising in unison from steamy streets Hopeful...

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Got to meet my aunt's good friend I've heard so much about. She helped to make the birthday bash More special, there's no doubt. She's got that spark that never fades With certain genes and luck, Creating a delightful soul With smarts and lots of pluck. How lovely for my Aunt Sydelle To have somebody who, Like Selma, has it all together, Still,...

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Seeing Selma On Knees Remember seeing Selma on their knees, Then they were being called Selmanese, Bridge being by; Tears to supply, With poverty flowing through the trees. Jim Horn...

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Before “The March on Selma”, before it all began James Orange was arrested; he was a giant of a man It was Rumored they would lynch him So the church gathered and they prayed But once outside the temple, the authorities were outraged They were meet with opposition and brutally beaten to the ground Some ran as they were followed; Chaos...

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My family marched peacefully in Selma that day, Hoping Martin’s spirit would lift us far away From prejudice and violence that perpetrators Had cast on us for centuries in the USA. “Land of the free,” a misnomer of limitation, For a country where whites had the sole celebration. Heads held high, we didn’t fight back, even when attacked, Knowing enmity was not...

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