Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
Ahavati
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 6:27pm
19th Nov 2023 6:27pm
Axis of Offering
As the Sun rises in the East
so too does gratitude:
"Here I am, behold me,
I am the sun.
I am you."
We are all cousins,
brothers and sisters
to everything in existence:
Sister Hawk, Brother Mountain
Sister Bear, Brother Cloud.
Spiritual dust rolls on
through our blood
no matter the name: God
Great Spirit, Allah, Jehovah—
what partially drifts through us
exists wholly as Itself.
As above, so below;
as within, so without.
There is no separation ...
so too does gratitude:
"Here I am, behold me,
I am the sun.
I am you."
We are all cousins,
brothers and sisters
to everything in existence:
Sister Hawk, Brother Mountain
Sister Bear, Brother Cloud.
Spiritual dust rolls on
through our blood
no matter the name: God
Great Spirit, Allah, Jehovah—
what partially drifts through us
exists wholly as Itself.
As above, so below;
as within, so without.
There is no separation ...
#historical
114 reads
17 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
13th Nov 2023 9:52pm
13th Nov 2023 9:52pm
In his own words
Over one thousand words I have exposed
and fitted right champion to the tongue,
note, some I ungraved, some, unretired,
if asked ' Who's hot-blood, metamorphized these?'
Tell them, William Shakespeare, esquire
(make strong hints as to my Unknightedness!)
late of St Helen's parish, Bishopsgate,
London, now home again, in my birthplace
in our New Place, Stratford -upon-Avon.
Once I had youth's Friday nights eagerness
to belly forth to embrace employment
of my...
and fitted right champion to the tongue,
note, some I ungraved, some, unretired,
if asked ' Who's hot-blood, metamorphized these?'
Tell them, William Shakespeare, esquire
(make strong hints as to my Unknightedness!)
late of St Helen's parish, Bishopsgate,
London, now home again, in my birthplace
in our New Place, Stratford -upon-Avon.
Once I had youth's Friday nights eagerness
to belly forth to embrace employment
of my...
#fiction
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
37 reads
2 Comments
neves
Poem Published
12th Nov 2023 2:37am
12th Nov 2023 2:37am
If Caligula was my bitch
I would demand him
to say he was godless
make him run beside my chariot
for hours on a leash slowly stripping
away his toga, watching members
of the senate spill wine unable to
control their contagious laughter
i'd privately tease him by prophesying
Nero will be better in years to come,
watch him cry as he tastes his own flesh
cooked underneath a burning Capri sun,
hush his constant howling by reminding
him nobody wishes a baby tyrant to
be the face and figure of Rome
I'd claim his...
to say he was godless
make him run beside my chariot
for hours on a leash slowly stripping
away his toga, watching members
of the senate spill wine unable to
control their contagious laughter
i'd privately tease him by prophesying
Nero will be better in years to come,
watch him cry as he tastes his own flesh
cooked underneath a burning Capri sun,
hush his constant howling by reminding
him nobody wishes a baby tyrant to
be the face and figure of Rome
I'd claim his...
#dark
#historical
#symbolism
114 reads
3 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
11th Nov 2023 2:04pm
11th Nov 2023 2:04pm
Choctaw Cherokee
I channel it often
without even trying
feeling the reservation
beating history's
drum of time
Dust devils swirling
around moccasins
summer heat distorting distance
into fractured particles
across the Blue Ridge
Winter's stillness
under a Moon so engorged
children believed
it was pregnant with snow
We lived simply; rose early
knew our purpose
honored our daily duty
to the tribe as a whole
Never had money
but lacked for nothing
through sharing and trade
...
without even trying
feeling the reservation
beating history's
drum of time
Dust devils swirling
around moccasins
summer heat distorting distance
into fractured particles
across the Blue Ridge
Winter's stillness
under a Moon so engorged
children believed
it was pregnant with snow
We lived simply; rose early
knew our purpose
honored our daily duty
to the tribe as a whole
Never had money
but lacked for nothing
through sharing and trade
...
#historical
154 reads
12 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
10th Nov 2023 9:48pm
10th Nov 2023 9:48pm
Shakespeare Soliloquizing at Home
To be or not to be in London town;
plagued by armed bandit's in dog-turd strewn streets,
arse racked bloody on lame nag's rough ride down,
and greets by sicked, pox-pricked-bawd's beggar's bleats?
Foul beer, stinking bacon and bed's be damp
where Taverner's are filthy cheating rogues,
the roiling smog brings ague, my hand cramps,
chance of hen's teeth, not whole clay-pipes to smoke...
But friending's there, Burbage and Marlowe,
if alive and our Globe, if not burnt ash,
I've new...
plagued by armed bandit's in dog-turd strewn streets,
arse racked bloody on lame nag's rough ride down,
and greets by sicked, pox-pricked-bawd's beggar's bleats?
Foul beer, stinking bacon and bed's be damp
where Taverner's are filthy cheating rogues,
the roiling smog brings ague, my hand cramps,
chance of hen's teeth, not whole clay-pipes to smoke...
But friending's there, Burbage and Marlowe,
if alive and our Globe, if not burnt ash,
I've new...
#fiction
#sonnet
#historical
62 reads
5 Comments
Grace
Stardusts
Stardusts
Poem Published
10th Nov 2023 1:29pm
10th Nov 2023 1:29pm
Moon over Borneo
gather near o’ kinfolks mine
by the fire's glow let's hear the chant
sacred circle and holding hands
let spirit's call from ancient mind
guidance we seek from realms of yore
wise ancestors’ spirits of old
your wisdom we seek for knowledge be
may the veil of time gently shift
guide us enlighten us o' wise one
we summon powers of the divine
we chant our mantra from earth's deep
incantations to scour the heavens high
we call upon the spirits from high
visions be granted our wishes be
darkness banish our sights be...
by the fire's glow let's hear the chant
sacred circle and holding hands
let spirit's call from ancient mind
guidance we seek from realms of yore
wise ancestors’ spirits of old
your wisdom we seek for knowledge be
may the veil of time gently shift
guide us enlighten us o' wise one
we summon powers of the divine
we chant our mantra from earth's deep
incantations to scour the heavens high
we call upon the spirits from high
visions be granted our wishes be
darkness banish our sights be...
#historical
#sacrifice
51 reads
7 Comments
buddydog
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 1:11pm
3rd Nov 2023 1:11pm
Sunnyside 1864 pt-1
1864 Sunnyside
On the 16th of September, 1864, Sunnyside Plantation was alive with the sound of a rooster crowing as the sun began to cast its golden rays through the cedar trees that were adorned with Spanish moss. The gentle autumn breeze was a harmonious backdrop to the start of a new day.
Sallie Virginia was filled with joy as morning light began to dance in the window of her room. With barely a moment's thought, she hurried to get dressed in her favorite outfit, before scampering down the stairs in search of breakfast. There, in the hall, she encountered her...
On the 16th of September, 1864, Sunnyside Plantation was alive with the sound of a rooster crowing as the sun began to cast its golden rays through the cedar trees that were adorned with Spanish moss. The gentle autumn breeze was a harmonious backdrop to the start of a new day.
Sallie Virginia was filled with joy as morning light began to dance in the window of her room. With barely a moment's thought, she hurried to get dressed in her favorite outfit, before scampering down the stairs in search of breakfast. There, in the hall, she encountered her...
#family
#historical
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
26th Oct 2023 00:48am
26th Oct 2023 00:48am
samuel johnson and friends
spent their evenings in the public houses around fleet street and their mornings in bed with all the ills of the world it’s to be expected, he said
#historical
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LongTubiFree
Poem Published
13th Oct 2023 5:10pm
13th Oct 2023 5:10pm
Monsters
Our monsters no longer wear a uniform,
no, they rarely look out of norm
our monsters are no longer a certain race
now, our monsters share a common face
our monsters no longer live amongst sand and caves
now our monsters are ones we once saved
our monsters are we
and our monsters now long to be free.
no, they rarely look out of norm
our monsters are no longer a certain race
now, our monsters share a common face
our monsters no longer live amongst sand and caves
now our monsters are ones we once saved
our monsters are we
and our monsters now long to be free.
#LifeStruggles
#historical
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2 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
11th Oct 2023 8:13am
11th Oct 2023 8:13am
Kingdom
Oppression hammer
Building foundation
From collapse
Judgment
The entering thief
Sneaking through
Ransacking life
Intent
Power influential
Since snakes
Deciding ways
Self
To the bottom
Laying ruin
Like surfacing uneven
Structure
When shaking
Up toppling
Reverberating spines
Possession
Terror falling
Enforcing shall
To take sides
Man
Authority mortal
Hungers still
For other walls
Empires
...
Building foundation
From collapse
Judgment
The entering thief
Sneaking through
Ransacking life
Intent
Power influential
Since snakes
Deciding ways
Self
To the bottom
Laying ruin
Like surfacing uneven
Structure
When shaking
Up toppling
Reverberating spines
Possession
Terror falling
Enforcing shall
To take sides
Man
Authority mortal
Hungers still
For other walls
Empires
...
#spiritual
#humankind
#historical
#metaphor
#morality
61 reads
2 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2023 3:04am
2nd Oct 2023 3:04am
Moths of Pompeii
Volcanic dust
Secrets of yesterday
Melted passengers
In the air of Pompeii
Sweeping antenna beads
Scooping up ashes
Like holy hands
Fleeing sooty pallbearers
Nocturnal wanderlust
Swarming with care
Across Mount Vesuvius
In molten lava-light
Floating Roman embers
Seared patterns of eyes
Blinking in their wings
In sand and grey tones
Powder clinging lives
Survived
On the
Moths of Pompeii
Secrets of yesterday
Melted passengers
In the air of Pompeii
Sweeping antenna beads
Scooping up ashes
Like holy hands
Fleeing sooty pallbearers
Nocturnal wanderlust
Swarming with care
Across Mount Vesuvius
In molten lava-light
Floating Roman embers
Seared patterns of eyes
Blinking in their wings
In sand and grey tones
Powder clinging lives
Survived
On the
Moths of Pompeii
#nature
#historical
191 reads
22 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
29th Sep 2023 11:56pm
29th Sep 2023 11:56pm
whatever dad said
to be clear, this is a poem written
by someone who was born in
the nineteen fifties, and may contain views that were prevalent at the time
I was a toddler, and yes, maybe
the ideas that were current back then are offensive now, but I didn’t
know any better ..
by someone who was born in
the nineteen fifties, and may contain views that were prevalent at the time
I was a toddler, and yes, maybe
the ideas that were current back then are offensive now, but I didn’t
know any better ..
#historical
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