Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
VeronikaB
Poem Published
20th Aug 2020 10:28pm
20th Aug 2020 10:28pm
Boho
a brief history of the English word boho, how it found a home in central Europe in the era of the Roman Empire, became homeless in Paris and London in the 19th century, and is currently gallivanting around luxury homes of the rich and famous
If you have seen the film Les Miserables you'll have caught a glimpse of what life was like in Paris for poor people in the 19th century. From this urban landscape a counter-culture was born. It became known as Bohemianism.
The French Bohemians were not poor people by birth. They weren’t ‘miserable’ because they had no choice....
If you have seen the film Les Miserables you'll have caught a glimpse of what life was like in Paris for poor people in the 19th century. From this urban landscape a counter-culture was born. It became known as Bohemianism.
The French Bohemians were not poor people by birth. They weren’t ‘miserable’ because they had no choice....
#narrative
#PowerOfWords
#historical
935 reads
8 Comments
VeronikaB
Poem Published
19th Aug 2020 3:10pm
19th Aug 2020 3:10pm
Assassin (chapter from a book on English words)
A brief history of the English word assassin, including its legendary connections with cannabis and writers
Assassination is “one of the oldest tools of power politics.” It’s been around for thousands of years. In the year 336 B.C. the King of Macedonia, and father of Alexander the Great, was assassinated by one of his own bodyguards.
Around 650 years earlier, Absalom, a Judaic prince and son of King David, was assassinated by one of his own cousins. And the perhaps most famous assassin in the history of Ancient Rome is Brutus, one of three men who killed Julius...
Assassination is “one of the oldest tools of power politics.” It’s been around for thousands of years. In the year 336 B.C. the King of Macedonia, and father of Alexander the Great, was assassinated by one of his own bodyguards.
Around 650 years earlier, Absalom, a Judaic prince and son of King David, was assassinated by one of his own cousins. And the perhaps most famous assassin in the history of Ancient Rome is Brutus, one of three men who killed Julius...
#narrative
#PowerOfWords
#historical #nonfiction
#historical #nonfiction
533 reads
10 Comments
veganpoet
Poem Published
14th Aug 2020 8:58pm
14th Aug 2020 8:58pm
Oxygen Is The Flame Of Life And We Are Charcoal Wanderers Lifted Upon The Cosmic Winds Of Combustion
1.
supersized life
lumbering
prehistoric monsters
traipsing through
ferocious forest and foliage
gulping
bountiful O2
the chemistry of more
evolving colossal muscles
the architecture
of domination
pressed thinly
into the pages
of the past
like gaudy giant wildflower
blooms
bold and brilliant
as the regal sun
streaming towards
the sky like high cliff waterfalls
the stunning insects
buzzing or flapping or crawling ...
supersized life
lumbering
prehistoric monsters
traipsing through
ferocious forest and foliage
gulping
bountiful O2
the chemistry of more
evolving colossal muscles
the architecture
of domination
pressed thinly
into the pages
of the past
like gaudy giant wildflower
blooms
bold and brilliant
as the regal sun
streaming towards
the sky like high cliff waterfalls
the stunning insects
buzzing or flapping or crawling ...
#earth
#universe
#environment
#nature
#historical
475 reads
1 Comment
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
14th Aug 2020 10:16am
14th Aug 2020 10:16am
WHORES
To us, it is 'the profession';
to men, we are a possession
to hire and use an hour or more;
to society, common whore,
tart, slut, easy virtued harlot,
or, more discreet, woman scarlet.
Like parcels we are passed around
for pennies, shillings, even pound
depending on what clientele
are enticed to drink from the well.
We seek living through our flesh,
age early when not young and fresh.
The pox, pregnancy, abortion,
death in poorhouse is our portion.
A wasting death may be our lot,
heralded by the pox black spot. ...
to men, we are a possession
to hire and use an hour or more;
to society, common whore,
tart, slut, easy virtued harlot,
or, more discreet, woman scarlet.
Like parcels we are passed around
for pennies, shillings, even pound
depending on what clientele
are enticed to drink from the well.
We seek living through our flesh,
age early when not young and fresh.
The pox, pregnancy, abortion,
death in poorhouse is our portion.
A wasting death may be our lot,
heralded by the pox black spot. ...
#women
#sex
#historical
592 reads
4 Comments
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
HellBellsPixie
Luna Belle
Luna Belle
Poem Published
17th Jul 2020 8:07am
17th Jul 2020 8:07am
When a Woman's Heart Reads Through
In a world of scattered books,
I must say your clean cut pages caught me in the throat.
—Torn edges cut sharp by razors edge.
Paper cut kisses leave me with cherry red ecstasy on my tongue.
Your pages wrap me in a cocoon
As your dark truths leap at me
From corners you've folded to hide from view.
Your fairytale lies coat your story so silkily
Like concubine legs in a royal bed.
Such a soldier in your battle worn armor!
You speed off into the night carrying your burdens
Weighing heavier than all the mail in the world. ...
I must say your clean cut pages caught me in the throat.
—Torn edges cut sharp by razors edge.
Paper cut kisses leave me with cherry red ecstasy on my tongue.
Your pages wrap me in a cocoon
As your dark truths leap at me
From corners you've folded to hide from view.
Your fairytale lies coat your story so silkily
Like concubine legs in a royal bed.
Such a soldier in your battle worn armor!
You speed off into the night carrying your burdens
Weighing heavier than all the mail in the world. ...
#love
#fairies
#lover
#magic
#historical
473 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
8th Jul 2020 11:23pm
8th Jul 2020 11:23pm
the plague year
it's as though it was all a
dream, everything that
occurred before this year
what the hell were we thinking ..
dream, everything that
occurred before this year
what the hell were we thinking ..
#historical
387 reads
2 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
8th Jul 2020 5:06am
8th Jul 2020 5:06am
Highlander Brawl
The cry brough Carson from his deep slumber. Rubbing his eyes, he heard the clashing of swords. Fear and dread flushed through him. It was not dream. Mckenna had cried his name. Quickly he pulled on his boots and left his tent to find Dornoch guards fighting Brody and Ivan. McKenna! He thought as he raced towards her tent but stopped in his tracks when he saw Blane exit her tent covered in blood.
“Ye Bastard.” Carson growled drawing his Broadsword.
“Ye should nay have taken the lass.” Blane cursed.
Blane lunged at Carson and the two men’s swords clashed and clanged...
“Ye Bastard.” Carson growled drawing his Broadsword.
“Ye should nay have taken the lass.” Blane cursed.
Blane lunged at Carson and the two men’s swords clashed and clanged...
#fiction
#ShortStory
#historical
430 reads
1 Comment
Alfie_Shoyger
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 6:19pm
3rd Jul 2020 6:19pm
Behind the Curtain
What sort of playwright writes about
the right of right-wing radicals
to Christian rites, right in my face?
Good Stalin, that’s not right!
Watch out, scum! By the time I’m done
with poking in my left-wing chin,
I will have left no pen unsniffed,
no room unbugged tonight.
the right of right-wing radicals
to Christian rites, right in my face?
Good Stalin, that’s not right!
Watch out, scum! By the time I’m done
with poking in my left-wing chin,
I will have left no pen unsniffed,
no room unbugged tonight.
#politics
#historical
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
27th Jun 2020 10:13pm
27th Jun 2020 10:13pm
HOW MUCH LONGER BEFORE WAR
From behind a screen of glass I do not hide my feelings nor my knowledge of my thoughts, as I see through my own eyes the hurt and pain and suffering and death of blood spill by destruction of what use to be of compassion and love and humanity. Remember when we use to meet up and hang out with each other what happen to those days, as they feel like so long ago just images of illusions from lost time, from socializing as human beings mentally and emotionally and physically and spiritually. Remember when we use to live in life without the restrictions, on the way we use to think subconsciously...
#dialogue
#historical
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
553 reads
9 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
25th Jun 2020 9:25pm
25th Jun 2020 9:25pm
Story Poem, Nr.25 — From Genesis to Current Affairs
The flashing back to zero was a booted Jack for Eva
with people disappearing sometimes millions from the scene
the refugees were homeless but was just a game for Nero
who looked from safer distances away from all the screams
I wondered when the fairies and the angels got together
would practice for the play-off as an Armageddon team
defeat the lizard crazies who’d usurped the peaceful garden
by calling out supporters in the growing tragedy
with missiles fired moronically confirming vicious misprints
they...
with people disappearing sometimes millions from the scene
the refugees were homeless but was just a game for Nero
who looked from safer distances away from all the screams
I wondered when the fairies and the angels got together
would practice for the play-off as an Armageddon team
defeat the lizard crazies who’d usurped the peaceful garden
by calling out supporters in the growing tragedy
with missiles fired moronically confirming vicious misprints
they...
#war
#religion
#humankind
#historical
#apocalypse
786 reads
18 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Jun 2020 00:47am
25th Jun 2020 00:47am
afternoon off ..
wednesday was half day closing
and you had to get up pretty early
in the morning to go shopping for an evening paper wasn't that easy
and you had to get up pretty early
in the morning to go shopping for an evening paper wasn't that easy
#historical
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