Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 11:56pm
21st Apr 2025 11:56pm
17th Century Europe
Let me help you
Pain is all you have to endure
Let me cut you
Before the poison makes you turn
Your skin and flesh your blood and bone
Your heart your mind your soul will be torn
Rotten and forgotten before buried in the soil
When the torment stops you‘ll return to home
Those black stains you see
Are formed from the soul of thee
You are rotten to the core
I could try and help once more
But my doubt is too great
And I don't fear nor hate
Do not lie to me
Unlike you I can see
Do not beg of me ...
Pain is all you have to endure
Let me cut you
Before the poison makes you turn
Your skin and flesh your blood and bone
Your heart your mind your soul will be torn
Rotten and forgotten before buried in the soil
When the torment stops you‘ll return to home
Those black stains you see
Are formed from the soul of thee
You are rotten to the core
I could try and help once more
But my doubt is too great
And I don't fear nor hate
Do not lie to me
Unlike you I can see
Do not beg of me ...
#death
#historical
#illness #nonfiction
#illness #nonfiction
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 4:49pm
21st Apr 2025 4:49pm
Palliation Eternal. no
21/30
Palliation Eternal. no
Finally figured out the WHY,
the dominant reason why in the past
THE TRUTH – the whole of it, uncloaked
never came out while excommunicated
painting a Pariah attempting to seal
in stone with Charges approval
seemingly also, with Creator’s consent ~
Mobs, once they get into a frenzy
a full head of steam, like Lemmings,
Unable to STOP even when facts
laid out upon their repast plates
refuse to accommodate
their fixed notions about what
transpired.
Changing their...
Palliation Eternal. no
Finally figured out the WHY,
the dominant reason why in the past
THE TRUTH – the whole of it, uncloaked
never came out while excommunicated
painting a Pariah attempting to seal
in stone with Charges approval
seemingly also, with Creator’s consent ~
Mobs, once they get into a frenzy
a full head of steam, like Lemmings,
Unable to STOP even when facts
laid out upon their repast plates
refuse to accommodate
their fixed notions about what
transpired.
Changing their...
#historical
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 6:04am
21st Apr 2025 6:04am
Wine-Scented Dreams: Ballad of a Creole Moon
Wine-Scented Dreams:
Ballad of a Creole Moon
Louisiana had been returned to France from Spain and my gait had a new liveliness which could only be that of a lover. My fifty-year-old legs carried me down the colonial avenues of the French Quarter to the wharf where the schooner held my mystery woman. Though I’d never set eyes on her, the prospect of this woman fresh from the convent but ready to break her vow of chastity enthralled me.
And so before me, the schooner with sails furled beckoned with the passenger who was to be my wife. Like a Christmas present as yet...
Ballad of a Creole Moon
Louisiana had been returned to France from Spain and my gait had a new liveliness which could only be that of a lover. My fifty-year-old legs carried me down the colonial avenues of the French Quarter to the wharf where the schooner held my mystery woman. Though I’d never set eyes on her, the prospect of this woman fresh from the convent but ready to break her vow of chastity enthralled me.
And so before me, the schooner with sails furled beckoned with the passenger who was to be my wife. Like a Christmas present as yet...
#culture
#historical
#love
#romantic
#sensual
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 4:36pm
19th Apr 2025 4:36pm
Gramophone Records
19/30
Gramophone Records
Rarely did I receive even a tiny tidbit of history
World War Two took a heavy toll on many
Okinawans looking like the enemy
forced to speak their language
on the spot, killed if caught
Okinawan
To this day, my Sister adamantly says
we are Japanese.
Guessing it is more fashionable
we STILL look the part
I used to fill out forms and go with that
if I thought I would benefit
Now days, it’s either or
Asian or White
I kind of can glue a mish-mash lore
of...
Gramophone Records
Rarely did I receive even a tiny tidbit of history
World War Two took a heavy toll on many
Okinawans looking like the enemy
forced to speak their language
on the spot, killed if caught
Okinawan
To this day, my Sister adamantly says
we are Japanese.
Guessing it is more fashionable
we STILL look the part
I used to fill out forms and go with that
if I thought I would benefit
Now days, it’s either or
Asian or White
I kind of can glue a mish-mash lore
of...
#family
#historical
#memories
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 00:07am
15th Apr 2025 00:07am
architecture
love cathedrals
southwark
st paul’s
lincoln
salisbury
canterbury
york
and castles
in particular
carreg cennon
because
as a child
I went there in
a book
southwark
st paul’s
lincoln
salisbury
canterbury
york
and castles
in particular
carreg cennon
because
as a child
I went there in
a book
#historical
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 1:04pm
8th Apr 2025 1:04pm
Effects / affects
08/30
Effects / affects
Yesterday, I rec’d a medium sized Postal Box of a fair weight, weighted.
My Mom’s treasure, or the treasures my Sister thought, I’d keep ~
Mostly old photos of me, my siblings……..family.
Marine Corps Depot 10 year and 20 year pins – her awards for her Civil Service.
From the photos she saved, I could tell she was well loved.
She used to tell me how she (bragged) tell the Colonel about her son who
Joined the US Air Force.
Many a photo, I NEVER KNEW.
Also, photos of an ex and her kids. I also...
Effects / affects
Yesterday, I rec’d a medium sized Postal Box of a fair weight, weighted.
My Mom’s treasure, or the treasures my Sister thought, I’d keep ~
Mostly old photos of me, my siblings……..family.
Marine Corps Depot 10 year and 20 year pins – her awards for her Civil Service.
From the photos she saved, I could tell she was well loved.
She used to tell me how she (bragged) tell the Colonel about her son who
Joined the US Air Force.
Many a photo, I NEVER KNEW.
Also, photos of an ex and her kids. I also...
#family
#historical
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DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 7:02am
5th Apr 2025 7:02am
Pure Gold
Stake a claim, hoping the border of metal rivets or wooden posts are upheld by the honor of those dumb enough to never second guess.
It's here my seeds will sprout to blades of grass, bordering the stream of consciousness, sharpened to the point.
I'll pan my golden dreams to spend nuggets of wisdom on the future.
I'll invest my hopes to balance my fears, rich with paranoia.
As the stranger walks upon the turf made mine, the shield will rise with voices.
Tunnel visions and silver veins.
Striking upon the rush of blood, the gravestone...
It's here my seeds will sprout to blades of grass, bordering the stream of consciousness, sharpened to the point.
I'll pan my golden dreams to spend nuggets of wisdom on the future.
I'll invest my hopes to balance my fears, rich with paranoia.
As the stranger walks upon the turf made mine, the shield will rise with voices.
Tunnel visions and silver veins.
Striking upon the rush of blood, the gravestone...
#historical
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 6:33am
3rd Apr 2025 6:33am
Ancient Dreams
Ancient Dreams
roses of Ethiopia
blossoming in her cheeks
like ancient Abyssinian gardens
hanging from trellises of moonlight
in the thousand-year night
whose perennial stars
twinkle on the petals of her eyes
where Egyptian mascara
dark as the sheen
of Anubis prowling the midnight hours
on a hunt for lover’s pearls
iridescent as tears from the eye of Ra
that flood the Nile
to silt the fields with fertile dreams
of wheat from heaven
traded with Eritrea
for highland coffee beans
under the warm...
roses of Ethiopia
blossoming in her cheeks
like ancient Abyssinian gardens
hanging from trellises of moonlight
in the thousand-year night
whose perennial stars
twinkle on the petals of her eyes
where Egyptian mascara
dark as the sheen
of Anubis prowling the midnight hours
on a hunt for lover’s pearls
iridescent as tears from the eye of Ra
that flood the Nile
to silt the fields with fertile dreams
of wheat from heaven
traded with Eritrea
for highland coffee beans
under the warm...
#Africa
#historical
#mythology #women
#mythology #women
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 11:56pm
2nd Apr 2025 11:56pm
The Discovery of Coffee
The Discovery of Coffee
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a...
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a...
#Africa
#children
#coffee #historical
#coffee #historical
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Xaphan
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 8:44pm
29th Mar 2025 8:44pm
Flesh Hovel Lane
They once rode out, for the fox hunting, Quorn
Over the hedges and fields, with passengers borne
But the old, the unfit, the weary and the lame
They'd all be butchered, down Flesh Hovel Lane
Spent, they were knackered and given no quarter
Led down the lane and sent to their slaughter
It's a gruesome story and it's a terrible tale to tell
For the hounds of the hunt, were always fed well
The butchery's long lost in the macabreness of yore
And the abattoir's gone, by Pillings Lock on the Soar
But it's still a dead end, still narrow,...
Over the hedges and fields, with passengers borne
But the old, the unfit, the weary and the lame
They'd all be butchered, down Flesh Hovel Lane
Spent, they were knackered and given no quarter
Led down the lane and sent to their slaughter
It's a gruesome story and it's a terrible tale to tell
For the hounds of the hunt, were always fed well
The butchery's long lost in the macabreness of yore
And the abattoir's gone, by Pillings Lock on the Soar
But it's still a dead end, still narrow,...
#dark
#death
#historical
#horror
#suffering
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PAR
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 8:40pm
28th Mar 2025 8:40pm
Sixty two years ago
At the height of the colonial crisis
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#historical
#MovingOn
#nonfiction
#WritingPoetry
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missjem56
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 1:05am
25th Mar 2025 1:05am
f**k Knows?
Watched a docu
On ancient Rome
In which
A battle scene occured
Where the word
Fucking was used
Approximately
Fifteen hundred years
Before entering
Any known languages
History versus
Dramatic effect.....
by Jemia
On ancient Rome
In which
A battle scene occured
Where the word
Fucking was used
Approximately
Fifteen hundred years
Before entering
Any known languages
History versus
Dramatic effect.....
by Jemia
#deception
#historical
#honesty
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