Historical Seeking Honest Critique Poems
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historical seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
26th Feb 2024 4:22pm
26th Feb 2024 4:22pm
Parallel Lives - Journal Entry: February 26, 2024
Journal Entry: February 26, 2024
Today, as I looked deeper into the historical archives of the Dallas Library, I unearthed another piece of my great-grandmother's story. Her presence seemed to leap out at me with a vibrancy that belied the passage of time and I could almost hear her whisper, “Keep searching for me.”
The photograph that caught my eye was one of her at the age of seventeen, radiant and beaming with the confidence of youth. She was the winner of a swimsuit competition held in Dallas in the summer of 1950. Her beauty was undeniable, a timeless elegance...
Today, as I looked deeper into the historical archives of the Dallas Library, I unearthed another piece of my great-grandmother's story. Her presence seemed to leap out at me with a vibrancy that belied the passage of time and I could almost hear her whisper, “Keep searching for me.”
The photograph that caught my eye was one of her at the age of seventeen, radiant and beaming with the confidence of youth. She was the winner of a swimsuit competition held in Dallas in the summer of 1950. Her beauty was undeniable, a timeless elegance...
#love
#historical
92 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 2:28pm
22nd Feb 2024 2:28pm
Dial Portugal 1944
Under the cloak of neutrality,
Portugal, land of ancient navigators,
watched the world in calamity,
in the silence of their own fears.
Salazar, with his iron hand,
kept the war out the door,
but the echo of the conflict was sincere,
and in the gloom, hope was dead.
The Tagus reflected the moonlight
while spies danced in Lisbon.
War, a shadow that continues
in the story that memory sings.
Tungsten fueled the economy,
dark business in dark times.
Neutrality was a utopia
or a game between several...
Portugal, land of ancient navigators,
watched the world in calamity,
in the silence of their own fears.
Salazar, with his iron hand,
kept the war out the door,
but the echo of the conflict was sincere,
and in the gloom, hope was dead.
The Tagus reflected the moonlight
while spies danced in Lisbon.
War, a shadow that continues
in the story that memory sings.
Tungsten fueled the economy,
dark business in dark times.
Neutrality was a utopia
or a game between several...
#soldiers
#war
#money
#historical
#military
51 reads
0 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 2:11pm
21st Feb 2024 2:11pm
My Great-Grandmother, the Queen of Frogtown
Sitting in the cozy corner of the downtown Dallas library I was drawn deeper into the mysterious life of my great-grandmother, Louise. At 28 weeks pregnant, with a growing life inside me, the urge to unravel the secrets of my family's past is strong.
Louise, the enigmatic figure whose existence is little more than whispers and faded photographs, holds a special place in my curiosity. Born in the early 1930s, she navigated the shifting landscape of Dallas in the late 1950s, a time when the city was bustling with industrialization. But it wasn't the factories or the skyscrapers that...
Louise, the enigmatic figure whose existence is little more than whispers and faded photographs, holds a special place in my curiosity. Born in the early 1930s, she navigated the shifting landscape of Dallas in the late 1950s, a time when the city was bustling with industrialization. But it wasn't the factories or the skyscrapers that...
#relationships
#historical
98 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
20th Feb 2024 00:17am
20th Feb 2024 00:17am
buried treasures
there are things in museums that
you’ll never get to see, probably kept in basements, certainly in the dark, hidden away by the ancients, allegedly
you’ll never get to see, probably kept in basements, certainly in the dark, hidden away by the ancients, allegedly
#historical
#PopCulture
76 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
15th Feb 2024 9:48am
15th Feb 2024 9:48am
The Case of the Criminal Queen
a detective story
It was a busy day for Homer Featherstonhaugh and as he leapt from the red London bus, as much as a man of his girth ever leaps, he had a loud enough song in his heart to make the sparrows quit their warblings. He dove into Bidwell’s and ordered a pot of tea and a cooked breakfast. Folks thought it was eccentric of him to eat in a workman’s cafe surrounded by boiler suits and such, or a sign that he was trying too hard to seem like a man of the people, a sort of reverse parvenu. ‘Silly old Homer’ they’d say, ‘Off on his odysseys again. The fellows must think him a...
It was a busy day for Homer Featherstonhaugh and as he leapt from the red London bus, as much as a man of his girth ever leaps, he had a loud enough song in his heart to make the sparrows quit their warblings. He dove into Bidwell’s and ordered a pot of tea and a cooked breakfast. Folks thought it was eccentric of him to eat in a workman’s cafe surrounded by boiler suits and such, or a sign that he was trying too hard to seem like a man of the people, a sort of reverse parvenu. ‘Silly old Homer’ they’d say, ‘Off on his odysseys again. The fellows must think him a...
#ShortStory
#prose
#mystery #historical
#mystery #historical
87 reads
2 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
10th Feb 2024 2:59am
10th Feb 2024 2:59am
Tale of Sand, Soda and Lime
It stretches back four thousand years
unearthed glass beads how old are these?
braclets necklaces never date
eons, lie unadorning
not grace the slimmest wrist
accentuate across the clevage
waiting, fallen, lost
prizes from the past
a provenance, aclaimed by learned minds
that shines
archaeologist, rethread their history
small orbs, that hold a lineage so vast
Mesopotanian artisans
sand, soda and lime, into the fire were cast
unearthed glass beads how old are these?
braclets necklaces never date
eons, lie unadorning
not grace the slimmest wrist
accentuate across the clevage
waiting, fallen, lost
prizes from the past
a provenance, aclaimed by learned minds
that shines
archaeologist, rethread their history
small orbs, that hold a lineage so vast
Mesopotanian artisans
sand, soda and lime, into the fire were cast
#historical
63 reads
0 Comments
Jonathandiana
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 6:35am
7th Feb 2024 6:35am
Futuristic past
Do me like margarine
Melt me a brick
Im bart simpson 9 11 is picked
Bars and prisons heaven is bliss
The stars glisten over my head
A super nova explosion a moon like glowing over my head
Can you be a tomb of human sacrifice
Mooses are huge be a traffic light
Do you Really do save the world or cast a fight
Cain N able have to fight
Advance on satalights
Put it on a fish bone and pay the tickit
Cook it with the soda get to fishing
Hook you like j hova flip a chicken
Im jerked out i did the mission
A poem for whats...
Melt me a brick
Im bart simpson 9 11 is picked
Bars and prisons heaven is bliss
The stars glisten over my head
A super nova explosion a moon like glowing over my head
Can you be a tomb of human sacrifice
Mooses are huge be a traffic light
Do you Really do save the world or cast a fight
Cain N able have to fight
Advance on satalights
Put it on a fish bone and pay the tickit
Cook it with the soda get to fishing
Hook you like j hova flip a chicken
Im jerked out i did the mission
A poem for whats...
#historical
94 reads
1 Comment
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
1st Feb 2024 3:40am
1st Feb 2024 3:40am
Oh Philomina!
#funny
#historical
#culture #passion
#culture #passion
104 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
28th Jan 2024 00:47am
28th Jan 2024 00:47am
being british
the peas were
hard and as
for the lamb shanks ..
is everything
alright, sir
fine, thanks
hard and as
for the lamb shanks ..
is everything
alright, sir
fine, thanks
#historical
38 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
24th Jan 2024 00:31am
24th Jan 2024 00:31am
I’m sorry, Elgin
he loved the local museum, that exhibited only local
finds
them to be of more interest
than egyptian mummies or greek statues aren’t his thing
but the discovery down
the road of a saxon
hoard
all the marbles you want,
but just don’t give up digging ..
finds
them to be of more interest
than egyptian mummies or greek statues aren’t his thing
but the discovery down
the road of a saxon
hoard
all the marbles you want,
but just don’t give up digging ..
#historical
35 reads
0 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Jan 2024 7:44pm
17th Jan 2024 7:44pm
Troll
Reading “poison pen” mysteries
from the Golden Age makes
you realise how painstaking it was
to troll someone way back when.
Kids today don’t know they’re born.
In their grandparents’ day you had
to handwrite and make trips to the pillar box,
and keep your wits as wise as any fox…
just so your tongue could be let loose to wag,
and call the neighbour’s wife a slag.
from the Golden Age makes
you realise how painstaking it was
to troll someone way back when.
Kids today don’t know they’re born.
In their grandparents’ day you had
to handwrite and make trips to the pillar box,
and keep your wits as wise as any fox…
just so your tongue could be let loose to wag,
and call the neighbour’s wife a slag.
#technology
#books
#funny #historical
#funny #historical
99 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
14th Jan 2024 00:49am
14th Jan 2024 00:49am
old films of the forties and fifties
do you remember those old films where the detective always wore an overcoat
whether it was cold or raining or
not
and preferably with a trilby on his head
mostly shot
in black and white
everything always seemed to turn out alright
but now he’s dead
whether it was cold or raining or
not
and preferably with a trilby on his head
mostly shot
in black and white
everything always seemed to turn out alright
but now he’s dead
#historical
59 reads
3 Comments
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