Least Read Historical Poems
#historical
Related Theme
#nonfiction
Least read historical poems. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
8th Aug 2020 3:19pm
8th Aug 2020 3:19pm
Unforgettable
Amid the rise of the sun ,
The temptation of the heat that struck
And the clearance of the sky,
No sign of clouds,
Resemblance of the love
That incarnate as
The years go by
And the sound of shadows
Whispering
The absence
Of reality,
Intriguing as the curve of a
Ball thrown at 90 miles,
The ingestion of toxicity of
the proximity
Engulfed
The perception
Of a time
Hidden
Between
The ashes of
Burned pages,
While
scribbled intentions
for
centuries ...
The temptation of the heat that struck
And the clearance of the sky,
No sign of clouds,
Resemblance of the love
That incarnate as
The years go by
And the sound of shadows
Whispering
The absence
Of reality,
Intriguing as the curve of a
Ball thrown at 90 miles,
The ingestion of toxicity of
the proximity
Engulfed
The perception
Of a time
Hidden
Between
The ashes of
Burned pages,
While
scribbled intentions
for
centuries ...
#memories
#LifeCycle
#historical
#acceptance
#nostalgia
16 reads
11 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 7:40pm
20th Jan 2019 7:40pm
an arcane
a sunken
bulldozer
covered
by the Northwest
a fossil
symptom
of man between
Swan Lake and
Kreger Lake
between pterodactyls
and annihilation
it disappeared
in a manner
of intervals
by the sunfeather
and moonroll
by Mount Tambora
of the year
without summer
by the tsunamis
of elephants
running to peak
as an alarm
by the robin bleary
owl dives
by the...
bulldozer
covered
by the Northwest
a fossil
symptom
of man between
Swan Lake and
Kreger Lake
between pterodactyls
and annihilation
it disappeared
in a manner
of intervals
by the sunfeather
and moonroll
by Mount Tambora
of the year
without summer
by the tsunamis
of elephants
running to peak
as an alarm
by the robin bleary
owl dives
by the...
#parent
#narrative
#memories #historical
#memories #historical
20 reads
4 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
5th Mar 2019 6:36am
5th Mar 2019 6:36am
druid observations
winter is summer
the same tree pushed under coastal ice
and then dense by hazelnuts
the windshield gets a scraping
almost blinding a curve
both times all times uncovered
of unrelenting freeze and unrelenting life
spring is fall
the branch appoints itself
as a moonwalker leaping for the sun
one slow fraction of a second
bearing happily its lull
also cast off by a pull
ying and yang it cracks
it stretches it scarfs it loosens
the same person rises ...
the same tree pushed under coastal ice
and then dense by hazelnuts
the windshield gets a scraping
almost blinding a curve
both times all times uncovered
of unrelenting freeze and unrelenting life
spring is fall
the branch appoints itself
as a moonwalker leaping for the sun
one slow fraction of a second
bearing happily its lull
also cast off by a pull
ying and yang it cracks
it stretches it scarfs it loosens
the same person rises ...
#animals
#nature
#evolution
#astronomy
#historical
22 reads
13 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 8:53pm
3rd Feb 2025 8:53pm
Miss Birdseed
The public house had long been haunted by some strange presence that upset slop trays and let beer dribble out from the taps when no one was looking, but it was not really about this that the publican's wife had come to consult the occult detective, Joshua Samuels.
'That's just the Pimlico poisoner, that is' said Mrs Godalming with weird alacrity. 'Back in my grandfather's day, the pub was frequented by bigwigs from Westminster on their way to County Hall, where Maggie Struthers was strung up by her neck in the place of execution for killing her husband and child with arsenic....
'That's just the Pimlico poisoner, that is' said Mrs Godalming with weird alacrity. 'Back in my grandfather's day, the pub was frequented by bigwigs from Westminster on their way to County Hall, where Maggie Struthers was strung up by her neck in the place of execution for killing her husband and child with arsenic....
#evil
#ghosts
#historical #horror
#historical #horror
30 reads
0 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 6:52pm
6th Feb 2025 6:52pm
Gentle Nell
This is an excerpt from a book I'm writing. Any feedback on things like the readability of prose and enjoyability will be greatly appreciated!
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
#fiction
#historical
#prose #violence
#prose #violence
38 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
Latter-Day Witch
for Ann
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
#historical
#magic
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
39 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 12:45pm
4th Feb 2025 12:45pm
Baroness
after Paul S…
Baroness Orczy
(pronounced Or-tsey)
believed in the First World War
to a point where she aimed to enlist
a hundred thousand women to
encourage men to go enlist;
she also believed
in the innate superiority
of aristocracy
(I should have guessed that, I suppose,
based on The Scarlet Pimpernel).
We don’t always impose
our own beliefs
on those who lived
a hundred and more years ago,
for good reasons.
If Hitler was a rotten sort,
your typical German was...
Baroness Orczy
(pronounced Or-tsey)
believed in the First World War
to a point where she aimed to enlist
a hundred thousand women to
encourage men to go enlist;
she also believed
in the innate superiority
of aristocracy
(I should have guessed that, I suppose,
based on The Scarlet Pimpernel).
We don’t always impose
our own beliefs
on those who lived
a hundred and more years ago,
for good reasons.
If Hitler was a rotten sort,
your typical German was...
#books
#culture
#historical #morality
#historical #morality
40 reads
4 Comments
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
45 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 2:10pm
2nd Nov 2024 2:10pm
Gun Smoke and Sabre's Shine
Half a league, half a league
Half a league onward
Into the smoke and flame
Marched the Six Hundred
"Forward, my Guard!" he said
With sun on each bayonet
On through the mist they sped
Led by Napoleon
Stormed at by shot and shell
Rising where heroes fell
Into the jaws of hell
Charged his Grand Army
Onward they surged as one
Flanking the morning sun
Russian and Austrian line
Crumbling beneath them
Boldly they charged ahead
Steel met with fire and lead
Grim on the frozen plain ...
Half a league onward
Into the smoke and flame
Marched the Six Hundred
"Forward, my Guard!" he said
With sun on each bayonet
On through the mist they sped
Led by Napoleon
Stormed at by shot and shell
Rising where heroes fell
Into the jaws of hell
Charged his Grand Army
Onward they surged as one
Flanking the morning sun
Russian and Austrian line
Crumbling beneath them
Boldly they charged ahead
Steel met with fire and lead
Grim on the frozen plain ...
#historical
#narrative
#rhyming
#success
#war
47 reads
0 Comments
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
0 Comments
hackerstacker
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 11:31pm
4th Oct 2018 11:31pm
There way
There way
We men have not a thing to say
When comes to sex or any other thing
She loves to be in controls all
As we are just puppets to do there will
We have to eat them when we forced face down
Are dick’s not ours any more?
We are tolled wear to put it and when
As well how
As puppets on a string
We bend at there will
We love their fruit to lick suck
Place our dicks in their holes why we think we
Control them in sex
Be not fooled we are not in control
By hackerstacker
...
We men have not a thing to say
When comes to sex or any other thing
She loves to be in controls all
As we are just puppets to do there will
We have to eat them when we forced face down
Are dick’s not ours any more?
We are tolled wear to put it and when
As well how
As puppets on a string
We bend at there will
We love their fruit to lick suck
Place our dicks in their holes why we think we
Control them in sex
Be not fooled we are not in control
By hackerstacker
...
#memories
#historical
#passion
53 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 00:34am
6th Jan 2025 00:34am
thought
the only difference
between
now and then
I wonder ..
between
now and then
I wonder ..
#historical
56 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Historical Poems
