Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
10th Apr 2019 8:41am
10th Apr 2019 8:41am
Echoes of Old 'Hollow
Title: Echoes of Old 'Hollow
Ten of Thirty
Unique Words: Eighty
#NaPoWriMo19
King fern tumbles up from a golden clump
of matted roots, years old, protruding earth.
Chilled air smells fresh - holy, green rain - deep soil bounces with life.
Old cherry wears his blossom as medals
of energy reserves he's protected over-Winter.
Full stream sings her busiest song, a sparrow flits across raised beds for worms.
This Spring runs upon a history of promise that may last the Summer through
- with any luck!
My...
Ten of Thirty
Unique Words: Eighty
#NaPoWriMo19
King fern tumbles up from a golden clump
of matted roots, years old, protruding earth.
Chilled air smells fresh - holy, green rain - deep soil bounces with life.
Old cherry wears his blossom as medals
of energy reserves he's protected over-Winter.
Full stream sings her busiest song, a sparrow flits across raised beds for worms.
This Spring runs upon a history of promise that may last the Summer through
- with any luck!
My...
#nature
#gratitude
#historical #NaPoWriMo2019
#historical #NaPoWriMo2019
437 reads
2 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
9th Apr 2019 12:00pm
9th Apr 2019 12:00pm
Steerage: Notes of an Online Journal
Steerage”
So the first thing that came to mind,
I don’t mean to sound facetious,
I wanted to go back in time
Long before I was a vision.
To the day my people set sail,
Heading out a channel to sea.
Though they hid in steerage below;
That year, in the land of the free.
‘Twas all they could think of aside
All sick as the ship cast about.
Were they able to live the dream,
Would the generations have doubts.
I’m shaking my head in a daze,
It was like I was really there.
I felt the high surge of the...
So the first thing that came to mind,
I don’t mean to sound facetious,
I wanted to go back in time
Long before I was a vision.
To the day my people set sail,
Heading out a channel to sea.
Though they hid in steerage below;
That year, in the land of the free.
‘Twas all they could think of aside
All sick as the ship cast about.
Were they able to live the dream,
Would the generations have doubts.
I’m shaking my head in a daze,
It was like I was really there.
I felt the high surge of the...
#family
#identity
#SelfReflection
#historical
#NaPoWriMo2019
501 reads
8 Comments
snugglebuck
Poem Published
6th Apr 2019 8:04am
6th Apr 2019 8:04am
My Red Dress
Nothing does impress
Like a bright red dress
So, I chose scarlet threads
To impress the Lords
And shock the Emperess
Some will think I'm
An attractive exhibitionist
But my kin, Elizabeth
Will think I've lost my head
Note; the above poem is not to be considered for the competition. My reward, will be the joy of participation. Good luck to all that participate.
#KimAdoniza
Like a bright red dress
So, I chose scarlet threads
To impress the Lords
And shock the Emperess
Some will think I'm
An attractive exhibitionist
But my kin, Elizabeth
Will think I've lost my head
Note; the above poem is not to be considered for the competition. My reward, will be the joy of participation. Good luck to all that participate.
#KimAdoniza
#dark
#death
#art #historical
#art #historical
744 reads
7 Comments
LivDiane
Poem Published
16th Mar 2019 11:42am
16th Mar 2019 11:42am
The Plague
Oh, a great death, it came
In the very darkest of nights
It swept over the wheat fields
And slowly took its first blight
How this very path was paved
All the lovely flowered fields
And every village the night saw
Death took over valleys and hills
It passed over all of the living
Even livestock, they all fell ill
Babes, the women, men alike
Never seeming to have its fill
All the men in their work stations
And the families in their homes
They all took a fever and ached
Great bursting boils were grown ...
In the very darkest of nights
It swept over the wheat fields
And slowly took its first blight
How this very path was paved
All the lovely flowered fields
And every village the night saw
Death took over valleys and hills
It passed over all of the living
Even livestock, they all fell ill
Babes, the women, men alike
Never seeming to have its fill
All the men in their work stations
And the families in their homes
They all took a fever and ached
Great bursting boils were grown ...
#love
#dark
#death
#narrative
#historical
657 reads
16 Comments
TheMuses22
Muse22
Muse22
Poem Published
14th Mar 2019 8:16pm
14th Mar 2019 8:16pm
The Spirit of Ole Florida
Golden sea oats
waving ships home
sandpipers inspecting
broken seashell coast
Clouds breaking as waves
on the sea of a placid sky
Spanish moss hanging
as clothes when hung to dry
Ants build their pyramids
cottonmouth lurched his head
deep marshes of ole Florida
with a spirit never dead
Strip clubs and malls
hunting and guns
tractors and horses ...
waving ships home
sandpipers inspecting
broken seashell coast
Clouds breaking as waves
on the sea of a placid sky
Spanish moss hanging
as clothes when hung to dry
Ants build their pyramids
cottonmouth lurched his head
deep marshes of ole Florida
with a spirit never dead
Strip clubs and malls
hunting and guns
tractors and horses ...
#SelfReflection
#historical
585 reads
5 Comments
Sartoris
Poem Published
10th Mar 2019 11:11pm
10th Mar 2019 11:11pm
In Different Voices
If time cannot be traced with compasses
Or measured beneath a looking-glass,
Then I exist outside this present, with shadows
Beckoning, further than suburban lanes.
Whenever Dutch peasants gathered, over
Bacon, potatoes, and limitless black coffee—
Among ink-stained hands on Paternoster Row,
Who misspell Shakespeare's words,
So I lived, through destinations, wayward
And beyond sense, as a blind librarian's verse—
Which cannot be definitely saved, but still
I preserve this blossom, between two leaves.
Or measured beneath a looking-glass,
Then I exist outside this present, with shadows
Beckoning, further than suburban lanes.
Whenever Dutch peasants gathered, over
Bacon, potatoes, and limitless black coffee—
Among ink-stained hands on Paternoster Row,
Who misspell Shakespeare's words,
So I lived, through destinations, wayward
And beyond sense, as a blind librarian's verse—
Which cannot be definitely saved, but still
I preserve this blossom, between two leaves.
#art
#historical
589 reads
8 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
drone
Poem Published
4th Mar 2019 7:53am
4th Mar 2019 7:53am
Historical Fact
It was
within the minds
of certain men
that psychosurgery
and the burning
of holes
in ones brain
will exile
those thoughts
that you entertain
that you
are the owner
of those thoughts
you believe
you create
within the minds
of certain men
that psychosurgery
and the burning
of holes
in ones brain
will exile
those thoughts
that you entertain
that you
are the owner
of those thoughts
you believe
you create
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#historical
373 reads
2 Comments
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
4th Mar 2019 1:18am
4th Mar 2019 1:18am
Race
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
I always wanted to be on the side of history but it was a majority state- these women weren’t going to let me. I know it was there somewhere undiluted; I’ll have to reflect but when you’re in a major city (gay mecca USA-1 of 3) you almost don’t really have that luxury of being spatially challenged; inability to see yourself in relationship to 1 or more other things. At the same time, the city can be oxymoronic in a way. The girls don’t want the thin Asian girl paired with the heavy-set White girl-...
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
I always wanted to be on the side of history but it was a majority state- these women weren’t going to let me. I know it was there somewhere undiluted; I’ll have to reflect but when you’re in a major city (gay mecca USA-1 of 3) you almost don’t really have that luxury of being spatially challenged; inability to see yourself in relationship to 1 or more other things. At the same time, the city can be oxymoronic in a way. The girls don’t want the thin Asian girl paired with the heavy-set White girl-...
#historical
512 reads
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
28th Feb 2019 00:56am
28th Feb 2019 00:56am
senlac hill ..
and deep in the midst of
battle he can see little but
those who lay about him
seem enough for now ..
battle he can see little but
those who lay about him
seem enough for now ..
#historical
482 reads
1 Comment
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
27th Feb 2019 12:22pm
27th Feb 2019 12:22pm
Our Elusive Timbuktu
#love
#romantic
#spiritual
#historical
#sensual
577 reads
5 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
26th Feb 2019 5:59am
26th Feb 2019 5:59am
A Pirate’s Maiden
- A Pirate’s Maiden -
Blood and Romance on the High Seas
From out of the port, the harbors with the old docks,
I went to sea, one summer day, I went to sea I did…
I watched the gulls pass me, in their pale white flocks.
And when the wind blew fierce I had never once hid!
From far to the north, I heard the sounds of cannons,
Upon the sea one summer day, upon the sea so blue!
I ordered the gun ports open, bade lads to man them.
And we plotted a new course that was bold and true!
Two ships did battle: a merchantman, and a galleon… ...
Blood and Romance on the High Seas
From out of the port, the harbors with the old docks,
I went to sea, one summer day, I went to sea I did…
I watched the gulls pass me, in their pale white flocks.
And when the wind blew fierce I had never once hid!
From far to the north, I heard the sounds of cannons,
Upon the sea one summer day, upon the sea so blue!
I ordered the gun ports open, bade lads to man them.
And we plotted a new course that was bold and true!
Two ships did battle: a merchantman, and a galleon… ...
#love
#romantic
#sea
#fiction
#historical
550 reads
0 Comments
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