Best Poems That Inspire Peace and Calm

  Threat of loss of the benefit of the Black bodies
in bondage caused great fear
The Confederacy didn’t care for Lincoln
The Civil War had been going on for over an entire year
Lincoln then made a power move to get them to conform
He signed the Emancipation Proclamation it didn’t work though
the Confederacy pushed back with great determination
After two years of battle full of frustration and ultimate humiliation      

    In April of 1865 Robert E. Lee surrendered ending the Civil War
But see Black people were not truly free until
Freedom had blessed each and every door
One instance was marching into Galveston Texas on June 19th
The News was spread strong and loud
The Abolitionist had succeeded a true moment to be proud
The 13th Amendment it plugged up    

    Some of those holes that the Emancipation missed
Please I encouraged you to put both of them on your must-read list
The rejoice began the rebuilding surging through our Black veins
Building our community securing our Black reigns
We are qualified builders and planters sowing the seed of upliftment
Something out of nothing we build our own equipment
Depending on where you lived is when you celebrated being free    

    We didn’t have cell phones or the internet
News took some time to reach every city
April of ’62 began the festivities in DC
Tennessee gotta glimpse at the end in August of ’63
Ohio grasped a hold to freedom in 1862 in September
While Kentucky didn’t see freedom until 1865 in December
Many Variations of a well-deserved celebration called by many names    

  Freedom Day Jubilee Day Emancipation Day 2nd Independence Day
Throughout the United States freedom was celebrated
Striving for upliftment not to be underestimated
America was taking a turn and now suffered a great depression     

  Designed laws which supported systemic oppression
Fueled by greed corruption racism and domination
None of that was stopped by the Emancipation
Housing and education and the onset of strong Jim Crow
Laws were being passed to protect the status quo
Civil Rights movement Kwanzaa Boycotts
And the Rebellion caused the celebrations to be reignited
Celebrating Black people abolishing racist laws got me excited     

      Experiencing horrible tragedies we still try to instill hope
Through education and upliftment we will have growth
You changed the world George
Juneteenth is a National Holiday
An accumulation and great anticipation as we
Come together to strive forward
As a unified Black nation 

    Going forward what does that mean
One more day to sleep in and take a long bath
One more day that you can get time and a half
One more day from work or school
One more BBQ to go to
I challenge you to look into the eyes
Of our beautiful Black children
And make them a promise   

 You will support perseverance to keep pushing and to be proud
You will do your very best for them so they can succeed
You will encourage them to thrive and plant the seed 

  Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.     

 Rock, rock, my hollow boat!
Sleepy, sighing, swinging boat!
Woven from the spray of ocean,
Swan or seamaid taught thee motion!
Wistfully earth’s children muse
On thy blithe and wayward cruise,
All too far remote!

Float, float, my cradle cloud!
Moonlit goes my pearly cloud;
Tossing in the silvery spaces,
Drifting in the dusky places,
Smiling earth-children see
How the night enchanteth thee
For thy voyage proud.    

 A stillness now pervades the busy world,
As night approaches with her mantle gray,
The cricket now begins her evening lay,
And all to peace, and quiet sleep, are lull’d.

This is the hour, if bliss is felt below,
For sweet reflection now to make complete,—
Her quiet solitude her calm retreat,—
More of herself, and less of earth to know.    

   There’s a cloud on my life’s horizon
wonderful shape and hue,
Like the feathery down of a snow-drift
’Tis dimpled with changeful blue.
I gaze on its shadowy outline
And drink in the calm of the skies,
Till I fancy it floats out of heaven,
As an angel in disguise.

No slumbering storm in its bosom,
No hint of the lightning’s glare,
Only a feast for the heart and soul
Is this treasure of the air;
For I know from its silvery edges,
And glimpses of hidden gold,
That a picture of rare tranquility
Its tender depths enfold.  

   Saturday night: the sun is going down;
The purple light glows on the river’s breast,
Far in the east the dull clouds watch and frown,
Jealous of all the glory in the west;

The listless trees lean out along the shore
To watch their shadows lengthen down the tide;
And, far above us, slowly floating o’er,
The weary birds on homeward pinions glide.

The steamer, on the sand-bar fast asleep,
Tired with the week’s long labor, heavily lies;
Longer and longer still the shadows creep,
And evening mists from out the distance rise.    

   When I am silent let me rest alone,
Oh! shut the door twixt me and anxious care;
For these are hours that I wish for my own—
The hours of rest that mend the daily wear.

When I am silent do not come to me
And ask with anxious look if I am well,
I’m only striving for an hour that’s free—
In one hour of forgetfulness to dwell.

Then let me lie beneath a forest tree,
Or out where rolling prairies stretch away;
Where gentle breezes whisper there to me,
And sing their sweet rest songs the livelong day.