Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
Nizana
Bumped 20th Mar 2023 1:20pm
2nd Feb 2023 1:51pm
2nd Feb 2023 1:51pm
The Silver Necklace
My mother's silver necklace
Danced across my skin.
The gift she gave in purity
Was all I wore in sin.
The necklace passed through many hands
Before resting upon my chest.
The women before me wore it too
On the nights they gave their best.
One day I’ll pass this necklace down
To a daughter with shining hair.
May it sparkle on that special night
When she spreads her all to share.
Danced across my skin.
The gift she gave in purity
Was all I wore in sin.
The necklace passed through many hands
Before resting upon my chest.
The women before me wore it too
On the nights they gave their best.
One day I’ll pass this necklace down
To a daughter with shining hair.
May it sparkle on that special night
When she spreads her all to share.
#mother
#sex
#historical #daughter
#historical #daughter
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Rianne
Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 10:55am
19th Mar 2023 10:55am
Sistrum
Dauting dervish emanates
scarabeic offerings
grained
soil
digging
beneath
hymns humming
Sacropahagi lips
speak again
feminine voids from where
our ensnared silence begins
to chant dancing depth
Osirus casts his remains
shadow playing
trick
and from this space
I become sunrisen
guiding beguilded
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scarabeic offerings
grained
soil
digging
beneath
hymns humming
Sacropahagi lips
speak again
feminine voids from where
our ensnared silence begins
to chant dancing depth
Osirus casts his remains
shadow playing
trick
and from this space
I become sunrisen
guiding beguilded
Ⓒ copyrights owned by Rianne
#spiritual
#feminism
#historical
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4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
14th Mar 2023 00:30am
14th Mar 2023 00:30am
The Fall
I oft wondered
In my childhood
About
Who built
London Bridge
As
It kept
Falling
down
Falling
d
o
w
n!
by Jemia
In my childhood
About
Who built
London Bridge
As
It kept
Falling
down
Falling
d
o
w
n!
by Jemia
#funny
#historical
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Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
10th Mar 2023 2:51pm
10th Mar 2023 2:51pm
ToL-DCJordalmond
ToL-DCJordalmond: Sounds like some style of Eugene Thacker [Mother of Arms More than Nothing, Stars with One Eye, Blind of God] Philosophical silence. 'Tizhar with the hozarn this Eugene'; 'Oh, everything's back and forth'; - Overcome it, today it's everything - Mishesh - I mean, why bother, Eugene? You can only read Lovecraft's virtuous prose instead of visualization instead of borrowing your point of view through other types of dialectics tunnels of drilling. Magill. I don't want to be his boss. Just like Charles Strauss's "neurological, chrono-communicist" condition. Charles Strauss also...
#narrative
#historical
#scifi #nonfiction
#scifi #nonfiction
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Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
9th Mar 2023 9:23pm
9th Mar 2023 9:23pm
Neuromancer, A Novel
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#narrative
#historical
#scifi #nonfiction
#scifi #nonfiction
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
9th Mar 2023 1:08am
9th Mar 2023 1:08am
the way out
the arcane structures of my
mind of museum pieces together
all of the ruins in my head are
overshadowed, however,
by a poorly lit, narrow, alleyway, leading down to the river, which,
for some reason (reason! forsooth!)
or other, I dread ..
mind of museum pieces together
all of the ruins in my head are
overshadowed, however,
by a poorly lit, narrow, alleyway, leading down to the river, which,
for some reason (reason! forsooth!)
or other, I dread ..
#MentalHealth
#historical
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1 Comment
Betty
Poem Published
4th Mar 2023 4:53am
4th Mar 2023 4:53am
The Complete History of Poetry
Welcome to the reductive. Please relax, put your feet up, and refrain from free thought while management brings you the full and complete:
History of Poetry
Beowulf
I have a big dick
and I killed some
monsters
The Odyssey
I’m on a boat,
I have a big dick
and I killed
some monsters
Epic of Gilgamesh
I have a big boat
and a big dick,
and I want to live
forever so I killed
some monsters
Collected works of William Shakespeare
We could die
Or fuck
Or both ...
History of Poetry
Beowulf
I have a big dick
and I killed some
monsters
The Odyssey
I’m on a boat,
I have a big dick
and I killed
some monsters
Epic of Gilgamesh
I have a big boat
and a big dick,
and I want to live
forever so I killed
some monsters
Collected works of William Shakespeare
We could die
Or fuck
Or both ...
#parody
#satirical
#historical
122 reads
24 Comments
Poetic_Quill
Mister Write
Mister Write
Poem Published
1st Mar 2023 11:59pm
1st Mar 2023 11:59pm
Stela (iii)
An Old Soul
The drone from the engines of the twin-otter played on the edge of Connor’s hearing, his attention squarely on his laptop and the e-mails he had received over the past couple of weeks. E-mails regarding the archaeological site, or rather his archaeological site. He needed to keep his mind occupied for the duration of the flight. He absolutely hated flying in small aircraft. Flying in any aircraft unnerved him but the small planes really bothered him. He had considered getting drunk before boarding the plane but decided the hangover wouldn’t be worth the misery....
The drone from the engines of the twin-otter played on the edge of Connor’s hearing, his attention squarely on his laptop and the e-mails he had received over the past couple of weeks. E-mails regarding the archaeological site, or rather his archaeological site. He needed to keep his mind occupied for the duration of the flight. He absolutely hated flying in small aircraft. Flying in any aircraft unnerved him but the small planes really bothered him. He had considered getting drunk before boarding the plane but decided the hangover wouldn’t be worth the misery....
#fiction
#historical
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Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
1st Mar 2023 1:19am
1st Mar 2023 1:19am
A repost, from Tulane University Library, sometime late 1960s.
In spite of the fact that you paintede groved me in
your double by heavy casses pondence, I
nevertheless condescend to include you in my
some what more exeliaine eirele f eorreyordents
are plow Parris Island, and all the little Parriscans?
I am so soray you were taken 00/ozawa o zaman,
fent make you a lonely, rugged leatherneck. I
never ad get to see you the in uniformas
by way: bearing little acre pretly myself Doon in a
week, in fact at & A.M. , of all horrible times. If you
ever happen to get a leave too short to come ...
your double by heavy casses pondence, I
nevertheless condescend to include you in my
some what more exeliaine eirele f eorreyordents
are plow Parris Island, and all the little Parriscans?
I am so soray you were taken 00/ozawa o zaman,
fent make you a lonely, rugged leatherneck. I
never ad get to see you the in uniformas
by way: bearing little acre pretly myself Doon in a
week, in fact at & A.M. , of all horrible times. If you
ever happen to get a leave too short to come ...
#love
#historical
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 1:04pm
23rd Feb 2023 1:04pm
Making Love
The phrase once meant not maritals
but merely pitching woo,
a chap made love with words, not swords,
an open heart and not a fly.
And so imagine my surprise
when as a ewe I read
Jane Austen’s Emma, in which she said
the vicar made to Emma “violent love”,
as their carriage rattled home.
Blimey, I thought,
sixteen and unwise in love and art,
and I thought Clacton girls were tarts…
but merely pitching woo,
a chap made love with words, not swords,
an open heart and not a fly.
And so imagine my surprise
when as a ewe I read
Jane Austen’s Emma, in which she said
the vicar made to Emma “violent love”,
as their carriage rattled home.
Blimey, I thought,
sixteen and unwise in love and art,
and I thought Clacton girls were tarts…
#books
#funny
#PowerOfWords #historical
#PowerOfWords #historical
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 1:18am
23rd Feb 2023 1:18am
Engraving on the Tomb of an Unloved Patriarch
May the light accept in death
what it refused in life.
May this cold-hearted scion’s breath
not linger like a scented wife.
He wasted all his woman’s charms
and she in turn, wasted on him,
withered like a drunkard’s alms
for want of joy and loving whim.
The country seat he habited
is like a cancer of the moor,
the rolling fields once rabbited
remain a dusty ballroom floor.
What we can hope is that his son
will bring to his bleak house the sun.
what it refused in life.
May this cold-hearted scion’s breath
not linger like a scented wife.
He wasted all his woman’s charms
and she in turn, wasted on him,
withered like a drunkard’s alms
for want of joy and loving whim.
The country seat he habited
is like a cancer of the moor,
the rolling fields once rabbited
remain a dusty ballroom floor.
What we can hope is that his son
will bring to his bleak house the sun.
#family
#death
#nature #historical
#nature #historical
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BITS
Poem Published
20th Feb 2023 7:23am
20th Feb 2023 7:23am
Loch Súilí
Loch Súilí
Grianán Aileach, overseeing, endures.
Dagda still whispers,
Calling in the ethereal mist
over Loch Súilí,
The Lake of Eyes.
Ghosts ride in on
the historic, haunting haze.
Shadows of Earls departing, carrying
not only their sadness
but the heart of old Ireland.
(Chorus)
The lake has eyes,
does it see inside you?
Liquid eyes pulling visions from the void,
Ancient voices echo
through the years,
Lake of cries,
Lake of tears.
These...
Grianán Aileach, overseeing, endures.
Dagda still whispers,
Calling in the ethereal mist
over Loch Súilí,
The Lake of Eyes.
Ghosts ride in on
the historic, haunting haze.
Shadows of Earls departing, carrying
not only their sadness
but the heart of old Ireland.
(Chorus)
The lake has eyes,
does it see inside you?
Liquid eyes pulling visions from the void,
Ancient voices echo
through the years,
Lake of cries,
Lake of tears.
These...
#nature
#mythology
#historical #nostalgia
#historical #nostalgia
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