Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
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
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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
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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
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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
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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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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 5:18pm
1st Feb 2025 5:18pm
how a single moment can turn into a momentum
As it often happens some people seem to only contact me during weekends.
Where as at times I cherish these short interactions. At the same time I can be in prolonged hibernation between music Inspiration, half writes that call me to their shores.
I ignore the painful sounds ready to plunge my phone into a forgotten pocket.
After a while I decide to have a peek or actually its called a scroll. I see the name of my brother who is a gardener, has a heart for nature ,the sea and knows about many facets of biology. He used to study names of birds insects, butterflies and...
Where as at times I cherish these short interactions. At the same time I can be in prolonged hibernation between music Inspiration, half writes that call me to their shores.
I ignore the painful sounds ready to plunge my phone into a forgotten pocket.
After a while I decide to have a peek or actually its called a scroll. I see the name of my brother who is a gardener, has a heart for nature ,the sea and knows about many facets of biology. He used to study names of birds insects, butterflies and...
#historical
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6 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 9:53am
30th Jan 2025 9:53am
"The Myth of King Arthur" Series: Chapter I. King Arthur, or El Morya
In the misty castle noble men,
of spirit tested in life's trials,
in the Holy Ghost born again,
they are serving with smiles.
Medieval clothes and jewels,
of substance formed in manna,
they follow the Teacher's rules,
all bowing to the King's arcana.
Yet King Arthur is not self-deceived.
He deems himself a humble servant
of God, his wisdom well conceived
and put to work in practical covenant.
El Morya, or Abraham of Ancient Ages,
with a rose on a cross on his chest,
surrounded by angels and sages, ...
of spirit tested in life's trials,
in the Holy Ghost born again,
they are serving with smiles.
Medieval clothes and jewels,
of substance formed in manna,
they follow the Teacher's rules,
all bowing to the King's arcana.
Yet King Arthur is not self-deceived.
He deems himself a humble servant
of God, his wisdom well conceived
and put to work in practical covenant.
El Morya, or Abraham of Ancient Ages,
with a rose on a cross on his chest,
surrounded by angels and sages, ...
#God
#historical
#philosophical
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
62 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 11:23am
28th Jan 2025 11:23am
History of the Dutch Rock Scene
So much has been written about the history of rock music. Whether it was the early days of Rock n Roll with the likes of Elvis Presley, Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis and countless others. Or during the 1960’s with the advent of Surf Music, Motown and the British Invasion. Bands such as the Beach Boys, The Temptations and The Beatles were legendary acts. These artists paved the way for numerous bands to copy their sound as well as to create their own. Not just in England and America, but all over the world.
One country in particular that was influenced by these two countries was The...
One country in particular that was influenced by these two countries was The...
#historical
#music
#nonfiction
81 reads
11 Comments
BITS
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 11:53am
26th Jan 2025 11:53am
Never Forget
Buchenwald, Dachau, Auschwitz,
Dead eyes in discarded human piles,
Striped pyjamas, delousing, Mein Kampf,
Hard to believe anyone was oblivious.
The crematorium, smell of singed hair, bone and fat,
Barbed wire pen, under the gaze of the gun tower.
Blow of the rifle butt, as the
Camp Band played on…
Suicide by electrified barbed wire,
Or exit through the chimney.
Barrow loads of the naked dead,
Identities reduced to inked numbers.
Never Forget,
Never Forget,
Never Forget,
Never Forget.
Dead eyes in discarded human piles,
Striped pyjamas, delousing, Mein Kampf,
Hard to believe anyone was oblivious.
The crematorium, smell of singed hair, bone and fat,
Barbed wire pen, under the gaze of the gun tower.
Blow of the rifle butt, as the
Camp Band played on…
Suicide by electrified barbed wire,
Or exit through the chimney.
Barrow loads of the naked dead,
Identities reduced to inked numbers.
Never Forget,
Never Forget,
Never Forget,
Never Forget.
#evil
#historical
#shame
71 reads
6 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 3:15pm
13th Jan 2025 3:15pm
Like an Echo
"She should be like a town clock — keep time and observe regularity. She should not, however, like a town clock, speak so loudly that all the town may hear her.
She should be like a snail — prudent, and keep within her own house.
She should not be like a snail — carry all she has upon her back.
She should be like an echo — speak when spoken to.
But she should not be like an echo — determined always to have the last word." - "Three Wifely Virtues", The Australian Woman's Mirror, 24/02/1925
A snail slimes across a leaf,
Its hearth and...
She should be like a snail — prudent, and keep within her own house.
She should not be like a snail — carry all she has upon her back.
She should be like an echo — speak when spoken to.
But she should not be like an echo — determined always to have the last word." - "Three Wifely Virtues", The Australian Woman's Mirror, 24/02/1925
A snail slimes across a leaf,
Its hearth and...
#abuse
#feminism
#historical #marriage
#historical #marriage
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2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 7:51pm
10th Jan 2025 7:51pm
Flowers for Confessors
after TS Eliot
Anne Sexton was obsessed with death,
That bellringer, this gravedigger.
In stylish dress, with gin-smoked breath,
Her corpse lolled in the gas-drenched car.
Cocktail sticks poke out her eyes,
The housewife’s life in grim surmise.
Measured out in olives, parts,
Domestic violence, artichoke hearts.
Plath, I guess, preceded her,
As death begets, like rabbits breed.
She sought a solace in the slur
Against fathers, the daughter’s need.
She knew the pain of too much sense,
The flowers...
Anne Sexton was obsessed with death,
That bellringer, this gravedigger.
In stylish dress, with gin-smoked breath,
Her corpse lolled in the gas-drenched car.
Cocktail sticks poke out her eyes,
The housewife’s life in grim surmise.
Measured out in olives, parts,
Domestic violence, artichoke hearts.
Plath, I guess, preceded her,
As death begets, like rabbits breed.
She sought a solace in the slur
Against fathers, the daughter’s need.
She knew the pain of too much sense,
The flowers...
#historical
#MentalHealth
#suicide #WritingPoetry
#suicide #WritingPoetry
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