Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:59pm
Yesterday 2:59pm
Found Scrawled Across an Instrument of Occultic Practice
This astrolabe has measured out
My days in damned astrology
The turning of its golden hands
Riposte to pure theology
My days in damned astrology
The turning of its golden hands
Riposte to pure theology
#historical
#magic
#pagan #spiritual
#pagan #spiritual
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3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 2:28am
26th Feb 2025 2:28am
Black Lives Matter
Black Lives Matter demanding voices to be
I hope as the writer you come to feel me
And of course, your life matters too
As an embodied society protect my human rights, give me my just due
Police brutally has always plagued the humanity of the black male race
From DWB, racial profiling, to the spray of facial Mace
Illustrating the hushed concept
Your life is less than mine this will be forgiven, behind my badge American citizens shall soon forget
Your fallacies to judge presence, not upon skin color as a...
I hope as the writer you come to feel me
And of course, your life matters too
As an embodied society protect my human rights, give me my just due
Police brutally has always plagued the humanity of the black male race
From DWB, racial profiling, to the spray of facial Mace
Illustrating the hushed concept
Your life is less than mine this will be forgiven, behind my badge American citizens shall soon forget
Your fallacies to judge presence, not upon skin color as a...
#birds
#historical
#moon
#sun
#water
225 reads
missjem56
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 5:12pm
25th Feb 2025 5:12pm
Knowing Wrong From Wright!
When
i
think
of
flight
I
think
of
the
brothers
Wright
They
weren't
to
wrong!
by Jemia
i
think
of
flight
I
think
of
the
brothers
Wright
They
weren't
to
wrong!
by Jemia
#historical
#LifeAsAWriter
#travel
43 reads
0 Comments
arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 2:47pm
23rd Feb 2025 2:47pm
BOUND TO THE BONORDEN
All aboard and toward The Bonorden,
a building built on buried forces,
boarded up, condemned and cordoned.
Ward of the state then state awarded;
broken-in and badly broken,
beyond the horde, with horrors afforded.
Hundreds died, estates were shorted.
Suicides: some spiral corded, bathtub fried,
and over-snorted. Below the bend,
the rivers fyorded, Meskwaki's end...
that's The Bonorden.
From Evelyn to Lauritzens,
sordid presences recorded;
a harem of hens' faded voices
are denizens at The Bonorden.
...
a building built on buried forces,
boarded up, condemned and cordoned.
Ward of the state then state awarded;
broken-in and badly broken,
beyond the horde, with horrors afforded.
Hundreds died, estates were shorted.
Suicides: some spiral corded, bathtub fried,
and over-snorted. Below the bend,
the rivers fyorded, Meskwaki's end...
that's The Bonorden.
From Evelyn to Lauritzens,
sordid presences recorded;
a harem of hens' faded voices
are denizens at The Bonorden.
...
#ghosts
#historical
#horror
#monsters
#nonfiction
55 reads
7 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 9:36pm
18th Feb 2025 9:36pm
Ancient Maiden Dream
Ancient Maiden Dream
Olive grove maiden
Serves an Italian smile
With hot tea lips
On a Mediterranean shore
Where ancient Roman waves
Lap the Sicilian sand
Her Pompeian eyes
Frescoed in colors of love
She reclines on pink boudoir pillows
Where an artist paints her complexion
In soft brushstrokes of Venus splendor
As finches perch on fig tree boughs
Outside her window
Until she harvests grapes
When the sky is painted
In the maiden blush
Of a ripening peach
As tides rush...
Olive grove maiden
Serves an Italian smile
With hot tea lips
On a Mediterranean shore
Where ancient Roman waves
Lap the Sicilian sand
Her Pompeian eyes
Frescoed in colors of love
She reclines on pink boudoir pillows
Where an artist paints her complexion
In soft brushstrokes of Venus splendor
As finches perch on fig tree boughs
Outside her window
Until she harvests grapes
When the sky is painted
In the maiden blush
Of a ripening peach
As tides rush...
#beauty
#historical
#nature
#Romanticism
#sensual
59 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 11:03am
14th Feb 2025 11:03am
Massacre On St. Valentines Day
Month's before the "Wall Street Crash"
There was a bloody fight
Between two rival gangs in Chicago
It was a cold and snowy day in 1929
A celebration day for many lovers
Killers, thugs and mobsters
Running wild all over the streets
Spreading death everywhere in the city
G-Men had their hands full
There was a trap on North Clark Street
Seven men waiting for a truck load that never came
As Moran's gang was ordered to line up against the wall
Two phony police officers opened fire with Thompson...
There was a bloody fight
Between two rival gangs in Chicago
It was a cold and snowy day in 1929
A celebration day for many lovers
Killers, thugs and mobsters
Running wild all over the streets
Spreading death everywhere in the city
G-Men had their hands full
There was a trap on North Clark Street
Seven men waiting for a truck load that never came
As Moran's gang was ordered to line up against the wall
Two phony police officers opened fire with Thompson...
#corruption
#historical
#murder
#nonfiction
#ValentinesDay
83 reads
9 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 1:29am
8th Feb 2025 1:29am
The Sound Of Silence
The
wilds
of
deep
space
Primordial
silent
seas
A
big
bang
lurked
by Jemia
wilds
of
deep
space
Primordial
silent
seas
A
big
bang
lurked
by Jemia
#astronomy
#historical
#philosophical #universe
#philosophical #universe
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 6:52pm
6th Feb 2025 6:52pm
Gentle Nell
This is an excerpt from a book I'm writing. Any feedback on things like the readability of prose and enjoyability will be greatly appreciated!
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
#fiction
#historical
#prose #violence
#prose #violence
101 reads
5 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 1:18pm
6th Feb 2025 1:18pm
Ancestral Roots
I am many things,
A fragment of creation,
Homo sapiens by name,
A species, distant kin to chimpanzees.
A warm-blooded mammal,
Descendant from ancient seas,
Where once protozoa danced—
The first stirrings of life.
I am stardust incarnate,
Forged from the remnants of stars,
Shaped by my father's sperm,
Cradled within my mother's womb.
I was born to a world without deities,
No whispered truths or divine decrees.
I am a fierce lover's only child,
A daughter made whole in sin.
A fragment of creation,
Homo sapiens by name,
A species, distant kin to chimpanzees.
A warm-blooded mammal,
Descendant from ancient seas,
Where once protozoa danced—
The first stirrings of life.
I am stardust incarnate,
Forged from the remnants of stars,
Shaped by my father's sperm,
Cradled within my mother's womb.
I was born to a world without deities,
No whispered truths or divine decrees.
I am a fierce lover's only child,
A daughter made whole in sin.
#atheism
#historical
#science #sex
#science #sex
149 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
Latter-Day Witch
for Ann
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
#historical
#magic
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
51 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 12:45pm
4th Feb 2025 12:45pm
Baroness
after Paul S…
Baroness Orczy
(pronounced Or-tsey)
believed in the First World War
to a point where she aimed to enlist
a hundred thousand women to
encourage men to go enlist;
she also believed
in the innate superiority
of aristocracy
(I should have guessed that, I suppose,
based on The Scarlet Pimpernel).
We don’t always impose
our own beliefs
on those who lived
a hundred and more years ago,
for good reasons.
If Hitler was a rotten sort,
your typical German was...
Baroness Orczy
(pronounced Or-tsey)
believed in the First World War
to a point where she aimed to enlist
a hundred thousand women to
encourage men to go enlist;
she also believed
in the innate superiority
of aristocracy
(I should have guessed that, I suppose,
based on The Scarlet Pimpernel).
We don’t always impose
our own beliefs
on those who lived
a hundred and more years ago,
for good reasons.
If Hitler was a rotten sort,
your typical German was...
#books
#culture
#historical #morality
#historical #morality
54 reads
4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 8:53pm
3rd Feb 2025 8:53pm
Miss Birdseed
The public house had long been haunted by some strange presence that upset slop trays and let beer dribble out from the taps when no one was looking, but it was not really about this that the publican's wife had come to consult the occult detective, Joshua Samuels.
'That's just the Pimlico poisoner, that is' said Mrs Godalming with weird alacrity. 'Back in my grandfather's day, the pub was frequented by bigwigs from Westminster on their way to County Hall, where Maggie Struthers was strung up by her neck in the place of execution for killing her husband and child with arsenic....
'That's just the Pimlico poisoner, that is' said Mrs Godalming with weird alacrity. 'Back in my grandfather's day, the pub was frequented by bigwigs from Westminster on their way to County Hall, where Maggie Struthers was strung up by her neck in the place of execution for killing her husband and child with arsenic....
#evil
#ghosts
#historical #horror
#historical #horror
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