Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2021 7:20pm
22nd Apr 2021 7:20pm
Turning The Tide
King Canute
Rather cute
To prove he was so astute
He could turn the tide
And to prove
That he wasn't
As acute
As his people thought
He ought
Got wet!
by Jemia
Rather cute
To prove he was so astute
He could turn the tide
And to prove
That he wasn't
As acute
As his people thought
He ought
Got wet!
by Jemia
#funny
#historical
310 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
20th Apr 2021 10:00pm
20th Apr 2021 10:00pm
A PERFECT WORLD IS IT NOT ???
There is an question ? That seems to walk around through the stairways and gateways of my thoughts, appearing like visionary settings within an world of division between ? What is good and what is evil like an ANGEL AGAINST THE DEVIL. For there always have been an long distance relationships between, the two connections of living in poverty making it from day to day trying to make 50 scents into a dollar.Yet there are those who are living in peace and serenity still unacceptable to accepting each other as one. For even as history continues to repeat the same situations over and over again,...
#scary
#dialogue
#tragedy
#historical
#StreamOfConsciousness
525 reads
2 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 10:50pm
14th Apr 2021 10:50pm
The Secrets of Ea
Suddenly, a vision of Age First
Amid the vastness of the time
after Arwen's tears burst
into the river that entwined
All the experiences felt there,
the Creation of Ea's within,
all the glory honoured, fair,
for All dignified have been.
The 144 Elven Ones
the number of Achievement
for it's About their Dance
when they Separate Went
When the Ainur Avatars
launched their Formating Design
and Chose the Veil of the Stars
to Offuscate as to Entwine.
Yes, they were good at Cosmic...
Amid the vastness of the time
after Arwen's tears burst
into the river that entwined
All the experiences felt there,
the Creation of Ea's within,
all the glory honoured, fair,
for All dignified have been.
The 144 Elven Ones
the number of Achievement
for it's About their Dance
when they Separate Went
When the Ainur Avatars
launched their Formating Design
and Chose the Veil of the Stars
to Offuscate as to Entwine.
Yes, they were good at Cosmic...
#spiritual
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
#historical
#JRRTolkien
338 reads
0 Comments
PatheticPapist
Saber Bob
Saber Bob
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 00:50am
14th Apr 2021 00:50am
chuck yeager is defunct
(With apologies to e.e. cummings)
chuck yeager is defunct
he used to fly a cherry-red supersonic rocket plane
and he could shoot down one two three four five nazis just like that.
jesus he was a handsome man
but what i want to know is, how do you like your blue-eyed boy mister death?
--RIP, 12/7/2020
chuck yeager is defunct
he used to fly a cherry-red supersonic rocket plane
and he could shoot down one two three four five nazis just like that.
jesus he was a handsome man
but what i want to know is, how do you like your blue-eyed boy mister death?
--RIP, 12/7/2020
#courage
#death
#historical #heroic
#historical #heroic
400 reads
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poetOftragedy
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 9:10am
11th Apr 2021 9:10am
One eye turned blind
Why isn't there a song for every soldier,
A poem for every struggle hero?
Why is it the one's we see on TV
Read about on newspaper
And idolize
The one's we all have doubts in?
Tell me what's real,
Tell me what's fake
When the media paints -em as Heroes and Saints
Pushing their agenda and dictated by third parties gain
Is our history really written by cowards?
We being fed straight forward lies
And still we believe
Deep inside we all know we are being played
And we still being played
Yet we still toe the...
A poem for every struggle hero?
Why is it the one's we see on TV
Read about on newspaper
And idolize
The one's we all have doubts in?
Tell me what's real,
Tell me what's fake
When the media paints -em as Heroes and Saints
Pushing their agenda and dictated by third parties gain
Is our history really written by cowards?
We being fed straight forward lies
And still we believe
Deep inside we all know we are being played
And we still being played
Yet we still toe the...
#politics
#LifeGoals
#historical #StreamOfConsciousness
#historical #StreamOfConsciousness
624 reads
7 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 10:30pm
9th Apr 2021 10:30pm
Villanelle Nr.18 — What Einstein Said
We’re still not sure what Einstein said
despite he’s quoted quite a lot
and we can’t ask him since he’s dead
he never gave a talk on TED,
his you-tube clips are doctored rot
so how to know what Einstein said?
and what went on inside his head
is relative — (or was it not?)
… we can’t ask him since he’s dead
iconic hair with lots of cred
a mystic too, so what’s the plot?
we’re still not sure what Einstein said
...
despite he’s quoted quite a lot
and we can’t ask him since he’s dead
he never gave a talk on TED,
his you-tube clips are doctored rot
so how to know what Einstein said?
and what went on inside his head
is relative — (or was it not?)
… we can’t ask him since he’s dead
iconic hair with lots of cred
a mystic too, so what’s the plot?
we’re still not sure what Einstein said
...
#rhyming
#TruthOfLife
#historical
795 reads
16 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
4th Apr 2021 6:07pm
4th Apr 2021 6:07pm
The River Arun, West Sussex
Flowing by the wetlands of Arundel
Overlooked by a castle up on high
Ptolemy first called it the Trisantonis
Is the River Arun running by
Also known as the Trespasser
A Southern Celtic Brythonic interpretation of the word
An indication of its tendency to flood
For centuries, this has been observed
Part of the Arun, was rumoured to be called the Arnus
Brythonic for run, go, or flow
And that Arundel may mean Arno-Dell
Or where the Dell of the flowing river did go
Remains of Iron-Age forts
To Roman ruins, signs of...
Overlooked by a castle up on high
Ptolemy first called it the Trisantonis
Is the River Arun running by
Also known as the Trespasser
A Southern Celtic Brythonic interpretation of the word
An indication of its tendency to flood
For centuries, this has been observed
Part of the Arun, was rumoured to be called the Arnus
Brythonic for run, go, or flow
And that Arundel may mean Arno-Dell
Or where the Dell of the flowing river did go
Remains of Iron-Age forts
To Roman ruins, signs of...
#river
#water
#nature #historical
#nature #historical
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
24th Mar 2021 00:27am
24th Mar 2021 00:27am
positively mediaeval
it's like living in the middle ages again, I mean not that I did, but if I had then I might have been able to pin it on god instead of man
#historical
#pandemic
477 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Mar 2021 6:45pm
21st Mar 2021 6:45pm
Completing the Circle
Completing the Circle
Along the ridge, we followed the trail
That led through confederate earthworks
Deep into forest quiet
Descended the hill
To cross the pathless creek
Where rushes were thick
To be parted to make way
For intrepid lovers
Until we follow the rise
On our pilgrimage
To the museum water fountain
Where wife excitedly imparts our adventure
To smiling young ranger
Who admonishes not to go off-trail again
But that we had a good time and that is good
Wife brushes dirt off her pants ...
Along the ridge, we followed the trail
That led through confederate earthworks
Deep into forest quiet
Descended the hill
To cross the pathless creek
Where rushes were thick
To be parted to make way
For intrepid lovers
Until we follow the rise
On our pilgrimage
To the museum water fountain
Where wife excitedly imparts our adventure
To smiling young ranger
Who admonishes not to go off-trail again
But that we had a good time and that is good
Wife brushes dirt off her pants ...
#loneliness
#marriage
#nature #historical
#nature #historical
356 reads
2 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
8th Mar 2021 10:20pm
8th Mar 2021 10:20pm
Booked
The Book of Heroic Failures
lists people
who believe they did;
The Heroic Book of Failures
canonises people
who believe they didn’t.
lists people
who believe they did;
The Heroic Book of Failures
canonises people
who believe they didn’t.
#TruthOfLife
#historical
#philosophical #technology
#philosophical #technology
571 reads
14 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Feb 2021 4:16am
21st Feb 2021 4:16am
Ancient Rhythms
Ancient Rhythms
Middens are piles of oyster shells
left by migrants from the perennial winter
of the northern ice age
when the woolly mammoth lumbered
across the cool grasslands of Louisiana.
The nomads had no home
but the memory of a forest
might stir a tear
as they traversed the pelagic land-sea.
The camel species began
far from the Sahara in North America
where they migrated south
in riderless caravans
with their humps silhouetted
by the setting sun
to lead the grass-people to water and...
Middens are piles of oyster shells
left by migrants from the perennial winter
of the northern ice age
when the woolly mammoth lumbered
across the cool grasslands of Louisiana.
The nomads had no home
but the memory of a forest
might stir a tear
as they traversed the pelagic land-sea.
The camel species began
far from the Sahara in North America
where they migrated south
in riderless caravans
with their humps silhouetted
by the setting sun
to lead the grass-people to water and...
#dreams
#animals
#humankind #historical
#humankind #historical
447 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
14th Feb 2021 7:35am
14th Feb 2021 7:35am
Valence
Writing of you is likened to eating raw chilli by the pot,
stationing oneself in a lush garden
and vomiting that love back up
over dried hydrangeas and a defenceless crocus similar to involuntary fitting.
There's something in longing
for fondness doused in rejection,
binds of destruction too comforting to untie.
Truth spills over a precipice in increments, overflowing when it rains,
a pipe to human waste,
hounding toward innocent seas.
That said there is musing and a reality, somewhere,
everytime I try to see it,...
stationing oneself in a lush garden
and vomiting that love back up
over dried hydrangeas and a defenceless crocus similar to involuntary fitting.
There's something in longing
for fondness doused in rejection,
binds of destruction too comforting to untie.
Truth spills over a precipice in increments, overflowing when it rains,
a pipe to human waste,
hounding toward innocent seas.
That said there is musing and a reality, somewhere,
everytime I try to see it,...
#love
#identity
#historical
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1 Comment
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