Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
1st Sep 2021 3:31am
1st Sep 2021 3:31am
The Case of the Match-Point Poisoner
for dartford, who was kind enough to say that he enjoyed my first Homer Featherstonhaugh adventure, The Case of the Calamitous Currency
a detective story
‘It was certainly the case that made my name’ said Homer Featherstonhaugh (pronounced Fan-shaw), modestly, in response to his friend’s effusive praise of his work on the case of The Match-Point Poisoner. He puffed his cigar before a roaring fire in a drawing room at Vikram’s, a gentleman’s club. It was six years after the Great War. Dr Theodore Devlin refilled his pipe. He didn’t care for cigars, but took a moment...
a detective story
‘It was certainly the case that made my name’ said Homer Featherstonhaugh (pronounced Fan-shaw), modestly, in response to his friend’s effusive praise of his work on the case of The Match-Point Poisoner. He puffed his cigar before a roaring fire in a drawing room at Vikram’s, a gentleman’s club. It was six years after the Great War. Dr Theodore Devlin refilled his pipe. He didn’t care for cigars, but took a moment...
#murder
#ShortStory
#mystery #historical
#mystery #historical
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missjem56
Poem Published
27th Aug 2021 9:28pm
27th Aug 2021 9:28pm
The Cave-woman Poet
Ug ugger ug!
Ug?
Yeah, ug!
Oh ug!
You got it!
Wow!
Don't you just love poetry?
Ug!
by Jemia
Ug?
Yeah, ug!
Oh ug!
You got it!
Wow!
Don't you just love poetry?
Ug!
by Jemia
#funny
#historical
414 reads
5 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2021 9:28pm
22nd Aug 2021 9:28pm
I'M NOT MY POEMS
IRONY
I find it interesting
and somewhat intriguing
and certainly educational
that some readers equate
what I write--subject matter--
with who and what I am
as a real live person.
If I write about fidelity
problems I must be having
relationship issues or problems.
If I write about bisexual, gay,
or other gender issues,
I must be a member of
those groups. If I write
about politics, I must
be affiliated with such
and such party;
if I touch on moral or
religious issues I must
be in a cult or...
I find it interesting
and somewhat intriguing
and certainly educational
that some readers equate
what I write--subject matter--
with who and what I am
as a real live person.
If I write about fidelity
problems I must be having
relationship issues or problems.
If I write about bisexual, gay,
or other gender issues,
I must be a member of
those groups. If I write
about politics, I must
be affiliated with such
and such party;
if I touch on moral or
religious issues I must
be in a cult or...
#motivational
#inspirational
#fiction
#narrative
#historical
739 reads
21 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
19th Aug 2021 9:11pm
19th Aug 2021 9:11pm
An Innuendo?
Offa built a dyke
Dutch Peter
Who may
Or may not of
Picked a peck
Of pickled peppers
Allegedly
Stuck his finger
In a dyke
Any Offa's?
I imagine
Any Offa's
Will eventually
Peter out
I wonder if
Peter
Is Pan?
by Jemia
Dutch Peter
Who may
Or may not of
Picked a peck
Of pickled peppers
Allegedly
Stuck his finger
In a dyke
Any Offa's?
I imagine
Any Offa's
Will eventually
Peter out
I wonder if
Peter
Is Pan?
by Jemia
#sex
#funny
#mythology #historical
#mythology #historical
364 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
19th Aug 2021 7:11am
19th Aug 2021 7:11am
Magdalene and Jesus
Magdalene and Jesus
Magdalene is a dark-haired bride of the carpenter, Jesus, who gazes upon the wailing wall with wonder in her maiden heart.
A gray-bearded man hawks his wares for the worshippers. The smoke from his pipe smells sweet to her in her morning innocence. He sells Jewish Shekel coins from before copper bore Caesar’s image. Jesus is fascinated by them but she needs to taste tamarind and feel its juice drip down her chin. She strolls...
Magdalene is a dark-haired bride of the carpenter, Jesus, who gazes upon the wailing wall with wonder in her maiden heart.
A gray-bearded man hawks his wares for the worshippers. The smoke from his pipe smells sweet to her in her morning innocence. He sells Jewish Shekel coins from before copper bore Caesar’s image. Jesus is fascinated by them but she needs to taste tamarind and feel its juice drip down her chin. She strolls...
#marriage
#romantic
#Christian #historical
#Christian #historical
622 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
16th Aug 2021 11:43pm
16th Aug 2021 11:43pm
Rohmcom
There once was a nazi Ernst Rohm
Who conducted his evils with aplomb
The fact he was gay
Held very little sway
As his man-dates went down like a bomb
by Jemia (&Lili)
Who conducted his evils with aplomb
The fact he was gay
Held very little sway
As his man-dates went down like a bomb
by Jemia (&Lili)
#dark
#limerick
#historical
314 reads
3 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
26th Jul 2021 7:03pm
26th Jul 2021 7:03pm
Venus’ Honeypots
My love, I’ve filled our bed with carnations.
Please tell me you recall?
The bunch that sat by your bedstead
the first night we made love.
I watched them as they drank the sun,
and you performed your toilet in
the tiny men’s en suite. It’s been years since
I’ve felt another woman’s touch,
my breasts against hers, so
that now the carnations
are even lovelier, knowing that you’ll
be here soon. My husband thinks I’ve
turned frigid, and takes it as a blessing.
He’s not been well since ‘93. But you
and me... for me, at least,...
Please tell me you recall?
The bunch that sat by your bedstead
the first night we made love.
I watched them as they drank the sun,
and you performed your toilet in
the tiny men’s en suite. It’s been years since
I’ve felt another woman’s touch,
my breasts against hers, so
that now the carnations
are even lovelier, knowing that you’ll
be here soon. My husband thinks I’ve
turned frigid, and takes it as a blessing.
He’s not been well since ‘93. But you
and me... for me, at least,...
#lesbian
#historical
279 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
19th Jul 2021 1:16am
19th Jul 2021 1:16am
The Thousand Rooms of Her Soul
The Thousand Rooms of Her Soul
Eden grows on Eve’s foothills where ambient sunshine beams down on ancient tea rooms in the sky. You browse the library of the Milky Way whose books are stars with gold leaf pages that have not lost their luster sealed in Alhambra centuries of Maimonides who is your Sephardic Sufi. I watch you in the court of Alfonso the X where you are a female troubadour lost to the mists of time.
You introduce yourself as Comtessa. The tongues you speak come from another rapture whose muse gives you the songs you write that make the green fruit...
Eden grows on Eve’s foothills where ambient sunshine beams down on ancient tea rooms in the sky. You browse the library of the Milky Way whose books are stars with gold leaf pages that have not lost their luster sealed in Alhambra centuries of Maimonides who is your Sephardic Sufi. I watch you in the court of Alfonso the X where you are a female troubadour lost to the mists of time.
You introduce yourself as Comtessa. The tongues you speak come from another rapture whose muse gives you the songs you write that make the green fruit...
#erotic
#music
#mythology
#historical
#sensual
390 reads
10 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
18th Jul 2021 10:37am
18th Jul 2021 10:37am
A Spanish Spring
There's an armada of us,
muse and matter and toil
bottled,
made El Dorado,
kicks the back of the throat,
makes a busy man lonely
and an idle one accompanied,
and I wouldn't mind
if the ocean weren't so vast,
if I weren't so departed now
from us,
from then
as if leeches have arrested it
starved from the body,
made a bartering tool
but the truth is you were feverish
and I was frenzied
and no paella will make this better
when you're intolerant,
as am I.
muse and matter and toil
bottled,
made El Dorado,
kicks the back of the throat,
makes a busy man lonely
and an idle one accompanied,
and I wouldn't mind
if the ocean weren't so vast,
if I weren't so departed now
from us,
from then
as if leeches have arrested it
starved from the body,
made a bartering tool
but the truth is you were feverish
and I was frenzied
and no paella will make this better
when you're intolerant,
as am I.
#war
#nature
#historical
330 reads
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
14th Jul 2021 11:47pm
14th Jul 2021 11:47pm
on tea and biscuits
the savoy was the base
for american journalists
during the blitz they learned
of the joy of weak tea and
biscuits and boy did they
report upon its latest hits ..
for american journalists
during the blitz they learned
of the joy of weak tea and
biscuits and boy did they
report upon its latest hits ..
#historical
371 reads
2 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
14th Jul 2021 8:16pm
14th Jul 2021 8:16pm
The Ancient Ones
the ancient ones so long ago
knew the Earth, above...below
knew the mind, its great power
knew the nano bits which flower
in between the empty spaces
each and everyone now faces
where we let go, no more resisting
thoughts we think, which keep persisting...
the ancient ones so long ago
left the Earth so they could know
everything before returning
satisfying a deep yearning
to be a part of all surrounding
and report on what they found in
other worlds and in between
where currents flow...
knew the Earth, above...below
knew the mind, its great power
knew the nano bits which flower
in between the empty spaces
each and everyone now faces
where we let go, no more resisting
thoughts we think, which keep persisting...
the ancient ones so long ago
left the Earth so they could know
everything before returning
satisfying a deep yearning
to be a part of all surrounding
and report on what they found in
other worlds and in between
where currents flow...
#historical
417 reads
2 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
13th Jul 2021 7:38pm
13th Jul 2021 7:38pm
THANA ŠA IN BLACK AND WHITE
Seated before
A timeless woven cradle,
Holding her child
And a tiny basket
For posterity,
Mary Francisco
Wore the burden of pain
And deep contentment
On her face
Simultaneously
A timeless woven cradle,
Holding her child
And a tiny basket
For posterity,
Mary Francisco
Wore the burden of pain
And deep contentment
On her face
Simultaneously
#historical
#culture
#tradition
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