Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
Naajir
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 9:38pm
7th Dec 2024 9:38pm
Mood Swing #24...Off The Cuff {Resurrected}
there is a languishing Serpent
throbbing non-stop deep inside the Fabled halls of me
craving to taste the texture of Air
the moisture of Earth
give me Her...
gift me Her cries...Her sighs....
crack open Her thighs
inject my Y's between her Rhyme and Reasons
be the interlude mixt Her Seasons
fill Her with Belonging
while long-stroking Her Imagination
from the back...deeply packed
on top...keep Her cumming...
throbbing non-stop deep inside the Fabled halls of me
craving to taste the texture of Air
the moisture of Earth
give me Her...
gift me Her cries...Her sighs....
crack open Her thighs
inject my Y's between her Rhyme and Reasons
be the interlude mixt Her Seasons
fill Her with Belonging
while long-stroking Her Imagination
from the back...deeply packed
on top...keep Her cumming...
#erotic
#historical
#lover
#death
#dark
158 reads
4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 5:56am
4th Dec 2024 5:56am
Reading Victorian ghost stories
Reading Victorian ghost stories
can sometimes leave you wondering,
when authors say that what she said
when haunting yonder glen
cannot be written down ‘til dead,
because it be wrought with unpleasantries
unfit for ears that need guiding.
But from the vantage point of “modern day”
I cannot really say if what D Dinglet said,
as Parson spoke to her (the upright Cornishman
misled, perhaps, by some prudish morality)
was truly horrible - that she was murdered, say,
or forced upon by him she claims wronged her.
Or if she simply...
can sometimes leave you wondering,
when authors say that what she said
when haunting yonder glen
cannot be written down ‘til dead,
because it be wrought with unpleasantries
unfit for ears that need guiding.
But from the vantage point of “modern day”
I cannot really say if what D Dinglet said,
as Parson spoke to her (the upright Cornishman
misled, perhaps, by some prudish morality)
was truly horrible - that she was murdered, say,
or forced upon by him she claims wronged her.
Or if she simply...
#culture
#ghosts
#historical #morality
#historical #morality
64 reads
4 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 7:17am
26th Nov 2024 7:17am
My Back
even at my worst
you have always had my back
eye thank you dearly
you have always had my back
eye thank you dearly
#gratitude
#hurt
#love
#redemption
#historical
141 reads
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 00:09am
25th Nov 2024 00:09am
Henry the Fifth
there you go again,
claiming calais is english, after
just a few day trips on the ferry
from dover
should have shown
you over and over again that we
ruddy well end at the cliff ..
claiming calais is english, after
just a few day trips on the ferry
from dover
should have shown
you over and over again that we
ruddy well end at the cliff ..
#fiction
#historical
73 reads
3 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 6:47pm
24th Nov 2024 6:47pm
Klingon Legends: The Clans of the Damned
- Klingon Legends: The Clans of the Damned -
(Inspired by stories found in the book “Let's Trek: The Budget Traveller's Guide to Klingon Worlds”.)
This is a rather dark story, which was hidden deep within a historical knowledge database of a highly respected university on the Klingon home world of Kronos. The author's name was stricken off records.
Upon one of the more remote planets of the Klingon Empire, there was a clan known for their strange and mysterious behavior. No one can be said to be truly familiar with their origins, but it is known that those...
(Inspired by stories found in the book “Let's Trek: The Budget Traveller's Guide to Klingon Worlds”.)
This is a rather dark story, which was hidden deep within a historical knowledge database of a highly respected university on the Klingon home world of Kronos. The author's name was stricken off records.
Upon one of the more remote planets of the Klingon Empire, there was a clan known for their strange and mysterious behavior. No one can be said to be truly familiar with their origins, but it is known that those...
#aliens
#dark
#historical
#horror
#scifi
38 reads
0 Comments
sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 10:00am
23rd Nov 2024 10:00am
Slow Jams
What happened to Jimmy Hendrix?
What happened to Genuine?
What happened to back in the day where love songs played like "Bump and Grind"?
What happened to 112 "Let's get married" or "Let's get up on a room"?
What happen to the real slow jams that made me want to make love to you.
What happened to Maxwell, Escape, 702?
What happened to Color Me Bad, Mint Condition or "Knockin Da Boots"?
Give me some Soul For Real or All For One.
Take me back when laying you down in bed was just for fun.
Bring me...
What happened to Genuine?
What happened to back in the day where love songs played like "Bump and Grind"?
What happened to 112 "Let's get married" or "Let's get up on a room"?
What happen to the real slow jams that made me want to make love to you.
What happened to Maxwell, Escape, 702?
What happened to Color Me Bad, Mint Condition or "Knockin Da Boots"?
Give me some Soul For Real or All For One.
Take me back when laying you down in bed was just for fun.
Bring me...
#historical
#IMissYou
#love
#memories
#music
82 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 4:33am
14th Nov 2024 4:33am
2024 November Poems >> the dreams of lady marguerite
No. 04
the dreams of lady marguerite
Tribute to Marguerite Curtin
Jamaican Historian, Publisher, and Friend
“If you don’t know history, then you don’t know anything. You are a leaf
that doesn’t know it is part of a tree.”—Michael Crichton
the love of trees, sophisticated hills,
soft-rippling streams, and fragrant daffodils
(among the thrills she calls her favourite)
ignites the dreams of lady marguerite.
echoes of windy nights under the moon,
shadows that lose their length at blistering noon,
children whose...
the dreams of lady marguerite
Tribute to Marguerite Curtin
Jamaican Historian, Publisher, and Friend
“If you don’t know history, then you don’t know anything. You are a leaf
that doesn’t know it is part of a tree.”—Michael Crichton
the love of trees, sophisticated hills,
soft-rippling streams, and fragrant daffodils
(among the thrills she calls her favourite)
ignites the dreams of lady marguerite.
echoes of windy nights under the moon,
shadows that lose their length at blistering noon,
children whose...
#art
#culture
#historical
#nature
#tradition
49 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 7:48pm
12th Nov 2024 7:48pm
King Crimson- In The Wake Of Poseidon
During the US tour in late 1969, King Crimson imploded. Ian McDonald and Michael Giles had too much too soon and would depart to record an eponymous record. Similarly, Greg Lake had met up with Keith Emerson (formerly of The Nice) while on tour and agreed to form a band upon their return to the UK. (Emerson, Lake & Palmer) Robert Fripp & Peter Sinfield were left with the reigns of the band and faced the task of recording the follow-up. (though both Lake & Giles did make contributions to the album with the latter's brother Peter adding bass). In March of 1970 Robert Fripp was asked...
#historical
#music
#narrative #nonfiction
#narrative #nonfiction
62 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 7:34pm
12th Nov 2024 7:34pm
King Crimson- In The Court Of The Crimson King
King Crimson were an English based Progressive Rock band that formed in London in 1968.
The roots of King Crimson start pre-1969 with the light-weight, pop efforts of Giles, Giles & Fripp. After failing to get any gigs what so ever and receiving a dismal response from anyone who heard them, Pete Giles left. Around the end of 1968 Pete's brother Mike and Robert Fripp conceived King Crimson and added Ian McDonald on reeds, Greg Lake on bass and vocals and lyricist Peter Sinfield, who was McDonald's songwriting partner became the bands fifth member. King Crimson was born.
...
The roots of King Crimson start pre-1969 with the light-weight, pop efforts of Giles, Giles & Fripp. After failing to get any gigs what so ever and receiving a dismal response from anyone who heard them, Pete Giles left. Around the end of 1968 Pete's brother Mike and Robert Fripp conceived King Crimson and added Ian McDonald on reeds, Greg Lake on bass and vocals and lyricist Peter Sinfield, who was McDonald's songwriting partner became the bands fifth member. King Crimson was born.
...
#historical
#music
#narrative #nonfiction
#narrative #nonfiction
115 reads
10 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 10:51pm
10th Nov 2024 10:51pm
The Echo of Ages
In the silent catacombs of stars, I roam,
where history carves its immortal line,
ancient voices call like an astral tome,
and I drift in the pull of time's design.
I speak of empires forged, lost in sand,
where kings’ names fade, but shadows remain,
and the cosmos, a vast and knowing land,
whispers truths that none can feign.
What mysteries the ages have sown,
in minds that sought the divine and arcane—
I follow paths not yet fully grown,
for in knowledge lives both fire and bane.
where history carves its immortal line,
ancient voices call like an astral tome,
and I drift in the pull of time's design.
I speak of empires forged, lost in sand,
where kings’ names fade, but shadows remain,
and the cosmos, a vast and knowing land,
whispers truths that none can feign.
What mysteries the ages have sown,
in minds that sought the divine and arcane—
I follow paths not yet fully grown,
for in knowledge lives both fire and bane.
#historical
#wisdom
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Goldy-992
David Gold
David Gold
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 2:55pm
8th Nov 2024 2:55pm
The Poppy
In fields where silence bows its head,
Red petals bloom, a blood-wrought thread,
Each poppy whispers tales untold,
Of brave young souls, both fierce and bold.
Through trenches deep, where shadows creep,
They stood against the tide, no sleep,
With hearts aflame, their courage bright,
They forged a path through darkest night.
Oh, let us bow, in quiet grace,
For every life, for every face,
Each poppy tells of loss and pain,
Yet sprinkles hope through trembling rain.
In gardens where remembrance...
Red petals bloom, a blood-wrought thread,
Each poppy whispers tales untold,
Of brave young souls, both fierce and bold.
Through trenches deep, where shadows creep,
They stood against the tide, no sleep,
With hearts aflame, their courage bright,
They forged a path through darkest night.
Oh, let us bow, in quiet grace,
For every life, for every face,
Each poppy tells of loss and pain,
Yet sprinkles hope through trembling rain.
In gardens where remembrance...
#historical
#inspirational
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 1:09am
7th Nov 2024 1:09am
catullus was a party guy
if catullus had had access to the internet,
how much more roman society might
have suffered the insufferable gossip that he proffered
a glass, from which we’ve all drunk ..
how much more roman society might
have suffered the insufferable gossip that he proffered
a glass, from which we’ve all drunk ..
#historical
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