Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
slipalong
Poem Published
5th Nov 2021 9:12am
5th Nov 2021 9:12am
Nell Gwyn's corset ( London 1885)
The archivist in the British Museum looked puzzled as he inspected it. Meanwhile the two forgers looked at each other smiling confidently, Tarquin spoke first, "and where did you obtain the garment gentlemen?" with a hint of sarcasm in his voice," well sir" said Vic t'was from a big house sale, some good stuff there, but to expensive for us. We just made a offer for the unsold tat. The corset was in some old laundry basket, by the looks of it, bin in the cellar for donkeys years,
Tarquin continued," and pray what lead you the believe it to be worn by Nell Gwyn" well replied Vic's...
Tarquin continued," and pray what lead you the believe it to be worn by Nell Gwyn" well replied Vic's...
#historical
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Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2021 11:40pm
3rd Nov 2021 11:40pm
The Scarlet And The Black
Blood red blooms with foliage green,
Dancing, bowing in the air.
Paint an image so serene
The sweetest scarlet lady fair.
Meadows, fields of floral show
To the landscape, briefly lent;
Come to me where here I grow ~
Lie with me amongst my scent.
Blood red blooms in golden light
Smiling skyward t'ward the blue;
Morning comes with evening's flight
As sunbeams start the day anew.
Gaze on me, peruse my poise,
Enjoy my sanguine, wooing charm;
Hear me sing, consume my noise ~
Lie with me amongst the calm.
...
Dancing, bowing in the air.
Paint an image so serene
The sweetest scarlet lady fair.
Meadows, fields of floral show
To the landscape, briefly lent;
Come to me where here I grow ~
Lie with me amongst my scent.
Blood red blooms in golden light
Smiling skyward t'ward the blue;
Morning comes with evening's flight
As sunbeams start the day anew.
Gaze on me, peruse my poise,
Enjoy my sanguine, wooing charm;
Hear me sing, consume my noise ~
Lie with me amongst the calm.
...
#memorial
#historical
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Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
30th Oct 2021 11:17pm
30th Oct 2021 11:17pm
The Whisper Of The Cannon
When all the words a king may say
Lay lifeless on the ground
And windstorms blow them far away
With not a single sound.
Then no one any worry pays
As acquiescence he seeks
But ears awake and eyebrows raise
When e'er the cannon speaks.
She speaks to warriors from the east
And armies from the south.
And words of wisdom should, at least,
Fall tumbling from her mouth.
And when she sings, she hums her song,
Her voice in dulcet choir,
She whispers from her dragon's tongue
Her words like dragon's fire.
So, in...
Lay lifeless on the ground
And windstorms blow them far away
With not a single sound.
Then no one any worry pays
As acquiescence he seeks
But ears awake and eyebrows raise
When e'er the cannon speaks.
She speaks to warriors from the east
And armies from the south.
And words of wisdom should, at least,
Fall tumbling from her mouth.
And when she sings, she hums her song,
Her voice in dulcet choir,
She whispers from her dragon's tongue
Her words like dragon's fire.
So, in...
#historical
270 reads
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missjem56
Poem Published
21st Oct 2021 5:19pm
21st Oct 2021 5:19pm
A Statement Of A Nation's Pride
Antiquated hypocrisy, and historical echoes
Petty politicians, and ludicrous lords
Where they come from, who really knows
But they are oft crossing, angry, bitter swords
In reality, nothing much has changed
Future prospects, await in vain
As man, and nature, become estranged
A nation's pride, is on the wane
Great expectations, of hope, and glory
A scepter'd isle, now septic
Omnipresent hope, a fictional story?
And the doubting words of a sceptic
Unemployed multitudes, in discontented scorn
Political bias, and...
Petty politicians, and ludicrous lords
Where they come from, who really knows
But they are oft crossing, angry, bitter swords
In reality, nothing much has changed
Future prospects, await in vain
As man, and nature, become estranged
A nation's pride, is on the wane
Great expectations, of hope, and glory
A scepter'd isle, now septic
Omnipresent hope, a fictional story?
And the doubting words of a sceptic
Unemployed multitudes, in discontented scorn
Political bias, and...
#dialogue
#historical
#Britain #tradition
#Britain #tradition
356 reads
1 Comment
Madcinder
Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 10:06am
20th Oct 2021 10:06am
Manic Rabbit
#violence
#war
#fiction
#lyrics
#historical
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
19th Oct 2021 8:50pm
19th Oct 2021 8:50pm
An Afternoon at the Getty
Nestled at the top of a lush green hill
The museum overlooks the ocean, the city and the mountains
Visitors seem to come from around the world
Enjoying the views with it’s beautiful gardens and fountains
With modern architecture all around
I walked through a flowing maze of galleries, rooms and halls
Then I found myself lost in awe and wonder
At the art and paintings that hung reverently from the walls
In dimly lit rooms the ancient manuscripts
Felt like sacred and holy texts encased behind glass shrines
Man in search of...
The museum overlooks the ocean, the city and the mountains
Visitors seem to come from around the world
Enjoying the views with it’s beautiful gardens and fountains
With modern architecture all around
I walked through a flowing maze of galleries, rooms and halls
Then I found myself lost in awe and wonder
At the art and paintings that hung reverently from the walls
In dimly lit rooms the ancient manuscripts
Felt like sacred and holy texts encased behind glass shrines
Man in search of...
#inspirational
#art
#historical
356 reads
8 Comments
Duncan
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 9:20pm
13th Oct 2021 9:20pm
Miquela
The way you touch the ground
Express your thoughts
Make sounds
Grr... Brrr
eeek... squeek
The way you cook meat
and tell me how to
The way you are always neat
and how you smell too
Your nose, your lips, your hips
the touch of your fingertips
The way you talk and walk and squak
the way you jaunt and jive
the way you look at things, unsoiled
the gap between your thies
the time, with you, between the
guise put on for work, usurped
Inviting, sometimes delighting in whats
here ...
Express your thoughts
Make sounds
Grr... Brrr
eeek... squeek
The way you cook meat
and tell me how to
The way you are always neat
and how you smell too
Your nose, your lips, your hips
the touch of your fingertips
The way you talk and walk and squak
the way you jaunt and jive
the way you look at things, unsoiled
the gap between your thies
the time, with you, between the
guise put on for work, usurped
Inviting, sometimes delighting in whats
here ...
#memories
#historical
#nostalgia
387 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Oct 2021 11:31pm
12th Oct 2021 11:31pm
1930s Double Feature
Please take your seats and do not have nightmares.
God will keep these phantoms black and white.
I
The Vampire Bat (1933)
Let me take you back in time
and place, to a town
with sloping rooves
and cased windows.
It’s always night,
and black-and-white.
A woman cries out,
in lamplight.
A doctor seeks to find
eternal youth
in bodies drained by what
crawls on those rooves.
And sneaks in by a cased window.
A bat whom only Hell can know.
II
White Zombie...
God will keep these phantoms black and white.
I
The Vampire Bat (1933)
Let me take you back in time
and place, to a town
with sloping rooves
and cased windows.
It’s always night,
and black-and-white.
A woman cries out,
in lamplight.
A doctor seeks to find
eternal youth
in bodies drained by what
crawls on those rooves.
And sneaks in by a cased window.
A bat whom only Hell can know.
II
White Zombie...
#scary
#monsters
#PopCulture #historical
#PopCulture #historical
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OG-Poetry
Bumped 7th Oct 2021 9:18pm
28th Apr 2020 00:30am
28th Apr 2020 00:30am
where the sun greets the edge of the sea..
.. through the trees
figures appear..,
as movement get closer
and focus is clear..
realizing now
“hey that’s not a deer”,
strange beings dressed
in threaded skins,
awkwardly walking
they came crumbling in..
hands in the air..
a shout “hello”,
others wave back,
“we’re not a foe”,
“we plea for help
to survive these lands”,
”of course we will help,
we’ll give you a hand”.. ...
figures appear..,
as movement get closer
and focus is clear..
realizing now
“hey that’s not a deer”,
strange beings dressed
in threaded skins,
awkwardly walking
they came crumbling in..
hands in the air..
a shout “hello”,
others wave back,
“we’re not a foe”,
“we plea for help
to survive these lands”,
”of course we will help,
we’ll give you a hand”.. ...
#betrayal
#racism
#greed
#historical
#poverty
549 reads
2 Comments
DemetriusArturo
Poem Published
5th Oct 2021 4:57am
5th Oct 2021 4:57am
Loser Fish
Blind Bashful Decadence
Im In A World Of Loser Fish Where Everyones So Full Of Shit
They’re Plumped Up Piggy Gentleman In Press Suits
At Black Parades For A Generation Hooked On AIDS
Why The Fuck Am I Wired Like This?
To Move The Moon Without Conflict Is Just Not The Realest
My Anger Thinks Im An Optimist
The Drywall Cracks
The Tension Drifts
The Paint Chips On My Bleeding Fist
I Crack The Walls Of The Desperate and Shinny Shit Grinned Hypocrites
How The Fuck Do I Make A Difference?
Do I Execute The President and Throw Him In An...
Im In A World Of Loser Fish Where Everyones So Full Of Shit
They’re Plumped Up Piggy Gentleman In Press Suits
At Black Parades For A Generation Hooked On AIDS
Why The Fuck Am I Wired Like This?
To Move The Moon Without Conflict Is Just Not The Realest
My Anger Thinks Im An Optimist
The Drywall Cracks
The Tension Drifts
The Paint Chips On My Bleeding Fist
I Crack The Walls Of The Desperate and Shinny Shit Grinned Hypocrites
How The Fuck Do I Make A Difference?
Do I Execute The President and Throw Him In An...
#anger
#anxiety
#death
#humankind
#historical
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
4th Oct 2021 6:14pm
4th Oct 2021 6:14pm
The Evolution of the Christian Church
The church is cold and empty in
its blank modernity. The sin
has been washed out and autumn leaves
put in its place. From floor to eaves
it's been whitewashed, the church.
And God's facsimile, to teach
the truth of sacrifice with splintered cross,
is gone. Replaced with varnished lines. Amass,
and sing to what is left.
If anything was there at all. Bereft
of barbaristic faith,
we carry on with bake sales, the laith.
The British symbols cherished by
a world wanting gentility.
its blank modernity. The sin
has been washed out and autumn leaves
put in its place. From floor to eaves
it's been whitewashed, the church.
And God's facsimile, to teach
the truth of sacrifice with splintered cross,
is gone. Replaced with varnished lines. Amass,
and sing to what is left.
If anything was there at all. Bereft
of barbaristic faith,
we carry on with bake sales, the laith.
The British symbols cherished by
a world wanting gentility.
#religion
#Christian
#faith #historical
#faith #historical
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1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2021 2:18am
2nd Oct 2021 2:18am
Ghost Town
What was once a thriving town
Has withered into the remnants of history
And if you take a closer look around
You can’t help but feel its story covered in mystery
You can walk through the old and restored buildings
The scent of ancient things
The smell of aged wood
The hot desert air
It gives you the feeling that someone else too is still there
Now its a museum
An amusement park of sorts
Where trinkets and ornaments are sold
So you can take a piece of the past with you
You can see the worn out pictures ...
Has withered into the remnants of history
And if you take a closer look around
You can’t help but feel its story covered in mystery
You can walk through the old and restored buildings
The scent of ancient things
The smell of aged wood
The hot desert air
It gives you the feeling that someone else too is still there
Now its a museum
An amusement park of sorts
Where trinkets and ornaments are sold
So you can take a piece of the past with you
You can see the worn out pictures ...
#dark
#death
#ghosts
#historical
#nostalgia
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8 Comments
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