Historical Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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historical seeking friendly advice poems. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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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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
61 reads
6 Comments
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
57 reads
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missjem56
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 1:59am
4th Nov 2024 1:59am
Three Months Hard Labour
There is a young bar
on Queens Road
Where many a drink
has now flowed
The 1200 Postcards
were nude
But not particularly
rude
Yet comfortable
within their abode
by Jemia
on Queens Road
Where many a drink
has now flowed
The 1200 Postcards
were nude
But not particularly
rude
Yet comfortable
within their abode
by Jemia
#funny
#historical
#LifeAsAWriter #limerick
#LifeAsAWriter #limerick
47 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 3:12am
28th Oct 2024 3:12am
Priestess of Constantinople
Priestess of Constantinople
Blue scimitars of her Oriental eyes
With auburn brows to match the fire
In her snake eyes
That peer into the prism
Into the heart of a pleasure palace
Where she is an odalisque
Who reclines in lap of Sultan
Adorned in the finest turquoise necklace
Bought from merchant of Petra’s dusty façade
As she traveled by camel on the shifting sands
Only to arrive at the gates of Constantinople
On her journey into a Byzantine labyrinth
Where she is a priestess of love in an antique land
Whose...
Blue scimitars of her Oriental eyes
With auburn brows to match the fire
In her snake eyes
That peer into the prism
Into the heart of a pleasure palace
Where she is an odalisque
Who reclines in lap of Sultan
Adorned in the finest turquoise necklace
Bought from merchant of Petra’s dusty façade
As she traveled by camel on the shifting sands
Only to arrive at the gates of Constantinople
On her journey into a Byzantine labyrinth
Where she is a priestess of love in an antique land
Whose...
#beauty
#historical
#seductive
#sensual
#women
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Rew
Poem Published
4th Sep 2024 8:23pm
4th Sep 2024 8:23pm
Ten thousand years to write
A stick of burnt wood mashed in a stone cup
mixed to a thin paste with some cuckoo spit,
then draw scenes on hidden cave walls, high up,
those will last ten thousand years, within it.
Don't stop there, add china-clay and get gray,
or china-clay on its own and get white,
then the artist can picture night and day
and with flickering flame show birds in flight.
So electrifying to find such things
those reds and yellows right beneath their feet,
and it's from there, I see, that our art springs
and down ten thousand years, or more,...
mixed to a thin paste with some cuckoo spit,
then draw scenes on hidden cave walls, high up,
those will last ten thousand years, within it.
Don't stop there, add china-clay and get gray,
or china-clay on its own and get white,
then the artist can picture night and day
and with flickering flame show birds in flight.
So electrifying to find such things
those reds and yellows right beneath their feet,
and it's from there, I see, that our art springs
and down ten thousand years, or more,...
#historical
#inspirational
#sonnet
127 reads
8 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
24th Aug 2024 10:44pm
24th Aug 2024 10:44pm
History
The
British
Empire
A
global
dictatorship
Murderous
bastards
by Jemia
British
Empire
A
global
dictatorship
Murderous
bastards
by Jemia
#Britain
#historical
#oppression
122 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
27th Jul 2024 8:43pm
27th Jul 2024 8:43pm
Ramshackled
One strange night
All properties ever built
On the proceeds of the slave trade
Began to bleed, and graon
As though
They could all feel the shame
And pain
Of their existence
Palaces, buildings of worship, banks
From around the world
Unfurled
As each building cried
Before crumbling to dust
As then did money
As did weapons of war
This dust
Mixing with the dust
Of the long dead
And a million tortures
As all was then swept away
On a cold, and brutal wind
I then awoke
by Jemia
All properties ever built
On the proceeds of the slave trade
Began to bleed, and graon
As though
They could all feel the shame
And pain
Of their existence
Palaces, buildings of worship, banks
From around the world
Unfurled
As each building cried
Before crumbling to dust
As then did money
As did weapons of war
This dust
Mixing with the dust
Of the long dead
And a million tortures
As all was then swept away
On a cold, and brutal wind
I then awoke
by Jemia
#historical
#LifeAsAWriter
#oppression
74 reads
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missjem56
Poem Published
24th Jul 2024 3:14pm
24th Jul 2024 3:14pm
We've All Been At It! (5-7-5)
Russia
In
Ukraine
The
history
books
tell
me
Trigger
happy
world
by Jemia
In
Ukraine
The
history
books
tell
me
Trigger
happy
world
by Jemia
#historical
#hypocrisy
#war
93 reads
1 Comment
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
21st Jul 2024 9:06pm
21st Jul 2024 9:06pm
Dead Man's Hand
Sparks into the dark illuminated by frozen shards
The death hand has been dealt and I'm counting the cards
Aces, clubs upon spades riding eights with backs to the door
Hades dealt the last card an ace instead of a five of diamond settling all scores
The minotaur is no longer lost within a maze of our mind
Ariadne gave us just enough thread to keep us all in line
Only we wont be needing no Hercules to a appear and release us
Four years of fucking Persephone's cold pussy and the dead was more then enough
I wrote the Voynich Manuscript while...
The death hand has been dealt and I'm counting the cards
Aces, clubs upon spades riding eights with backs to the door
Hades dealt the last card an ace instead of a five of diamond settling all scores
The minotaur is no longer lost within a maze of our mind
Ariadne gave us just enough thread to keep us all in line
Only we wont be needing no Hercules to a appear and release us
Four years of fucking Persephone's cold pussy and the dead was more then enough
I wrote the Voynich Manuscript while...
#dark
#fate
#historical
190 reads
9 Comments
Madcinder
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 4:56am
18th Jul 2024 4:56am
Lazy In The Days Of Industry
Who can choke us?
Pay for a crime we can’t commit.
And stoke the fire until it’s bright burning blue.
Hocus pocus.
We should all just admit.
There’s no one at the top looking out for you.
It’s just a way of life.
You’ve got to earn it all.
Work like a slave.
Dream of the empire’s fall.
Work, work, work!
Work, work, work!
Work, work, work!
Work, work, work!
Public service announcement time.
Listen up you little men.
You can’t get away.
With living lazy ways.
Lazy in the days...
Pay for a crime we can’t commit.
And stoke the fire until it’s bright burning blue.
Hocus pocus.
We should all just admit.
There’s no one at the top looking out for you.
It’s just a way of life.
You’ve got to earn it all.
Work like a slave.
Dream of the empire’s fall.
Work, work, work!
Work, work, work!
Work, work, work!
Work, work, work!
Public service announcement time.
Listen up you little men.
You can’t get away.
With living lazy ways.
Lazy in the days...
#greed
#historical
#lyrics
#politics
#suffering
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0 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
15th Jul 2024 4:04am
15th Jul 2024 4:04am
Oral History
Oral history of my tribe
stories told and tales passed down
told in hush tone whispered
oral history we hold dear
alphabets were unknown
history was told through tales
some in long intricate chants
most in narratives from the wise
the elders knew of the ancient lore
understood the taboos and law
through their parents and grandparents
and they from the generations before
we travelled from our troubled land
after the hills were no longer fertile
and the tribal wars began to escalate
through jungles...
stories told and tales passed down
told in hush tone whispered
oral history we hold dear
alphabets were unknown
history was told through tales
some in long intricate chants
most in narratives from the wise
the elders knew of the ancient lore
understood the taboos and law
through their parents and grandparents
and they from the generations before
we travelled from our troubled land
after the hills were no longer fertile
and the tribal wars began to escalate
through jungles...
#historical
167 reads
16 Comments
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