Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
SimpleTon
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 11:39am
20th Jan 2019 11:39am
The Wild West is dead
The Wild West is dead
Even the vultures, flies and maggots
That feasted on the Gunslingers flesh are dead.
All that is left:
Bones in unmarked graves
Millions of forgotten names
The odd rusty gun
The odd rusty blade
The odd rusty bullet
A ton of forgotten corpses
Not just sheriffs, dancers, train robbers, bounty hunters or outlaws
Cleaners, cooks, servants, pastors, ranchers, shop assistants
Just normal citizens
Mundane lives and chores
Struggling to survive
Died of strokes, heart attacks, Cancer or old age
No...
Even the vultures, flies and maggots
That feasted on the Gunslingers flesh are dead.
All that is left:
Bones in unmarked graves
Millions of forgotten names
The odd rusty gun
The odd rusty blade
The odd rusty bullet
A ton of forgotten corpses
Not just sheriffs, dancers, train robbers, bounty hunters or outlaws
Cleaners, cooks, servants, pastors, ranchers, shop assistants
Just normal citizens
Mundane lives and chores
Struggling to survive
Died of strokes, heart attacks, Cancer or old age
No...
#historical
463 reads
4 Comments
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
17th Jan 2019 2:24pm
17th Jan 2019 2:24pm
Men
(Flying Lotus - 1983 [FULL ALBUM])
Growing up
We occasionally heard people say
There are certain things
A woman should
Never have to experience…
But uh
Where we come from
Women were at least
Half
Beast most actively
On the front lines
Laid out on the floor
For what was largely
A gay male issue
At that particular time
HIV
Now this was really the 80s
When we were first was exposed to
ACT UP
The blood murals,
White chalk lines
And nudity in the papers, magazines
Like what’s...
Growing up
We occasionally heard people say
There are certain things
A woman should
Never have to experience…
But uh
Where we come from
Women were at least
Half
Beast most actively
On the front lines
Laid out on the floor
For what was largely
A gay male issue
At that particular time
HIV
Now this was really the 80s
When we were first was exposed to
ACT UP
The blood murals,
White chalk lines
And nudity in the papers, magazines
Like what’s...
#men
#lesbian
#politics
#LGBT
#historical
414 reads
Tenderloin
Poem Published
6th Jan 2019 3:43pm
6th Jan 2019 3:43pm
Never To See Her Face
#sex
#historical
542 reads
0 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2019 9:17pm
3rd Jan 2019 9:17pm
Stranger In Town
#fiction
#historical
543 reads
14 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2019 7:15pm
2nd Jan 2019 7:15pm
Zep Tepi
Zep Tepi was so long ago
from deep in space to Earth it flowed
an age, a time, a place long gone
Zep Tepi was where we belonged
the pyramids were built, and Sphinx
to demonstrate through time the links
available on Earth to tap
by following Zep Tepi's map
of consciousness, the energy
through the Earth, through you and me
concentrating all around
the unseen forces which surround
everyone and everywhere
on the ground and in the air
between our eyes and in our brains
when letting go of thinking's chains ...
from deep in space to Earth it flowed
an age, a time, a place long gone
Zep Tepi was where we belonged
the pyramids were built, and Sphinx
to demonstrate through time the links
available on Earth to tap
by following Zep Tepi's map
of consciousness, the energy
through the Earth, through you and me
concentrating all around
the unseen forces which surround
everyone and everywhere
on the ground and in the air
between our eyes and in our brains
when letting go of thinking's chains ...
#historical
646 reads
1 Comment
Tenderloin
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 00:35am
29th Dec 2018 00:35am
The Curse of Discrete Discoveries
He sees her impaled
by the mighty
- his legs like roasts;
muscular and chunky
savagely burrowing into her
Writhing against Herculean strength
her delighted whimpers
satisfied by the brawn
ripped from the pages of Heavy Metal Magazine
her buxom breasts
on sun-drenched display
Thinking someone had been wounded
he had cautiously
tracked their location
following the echo of them
while lying low
in the canyon
It had been a shock to him
seeing the warrior slam
himself so certainly into...
by the mighty
- his legs like roasts;
muscular and chunky
savagely burrowing into her
Writhing against Herculean strength
her delighted whimpers
satisfied by the brawn
ripped from the pages of Heavy Metal Magazine
her buxom breasts
on sun-drenched display
Thinking someone had been wounded
he had cautiously
tracked their location
following the echo of them
while lying low
in the canyon
It had been a shock to him
seeing the warrior slam
himself so certainly into...
#jealousy
#lust
#historical
526 reads
2 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 11:30am
28th Dec 2018 11:30am
Assassin
A hooded figure watches over the sleeping.
Peacefully, suddenly colder, soon to be weeping;
A body of a thousand slumbers.
Tonight will be its final number,
For without sound or any sign of remorse,
Death has come, and in due course,
The time will come when the sleeper breathes no more.
The clock has not yet struck midnight.
Witches are waking their feral beasts and al-
So, their frogs are leaping,
And all the while he lays there sleeping.
His silk pajamas and knitted blankets.
The bottle he was given, he slowly drank it,...
Peacefully, suddenly colder, soon to be weeping;
A body of a thousand slumbers.
Tonight will be its final number,
For without sound or any sign of remorse,
Death has come, and in due course,
The time will come when the sleeper breathes no more.
The clock has not yet struck midnight.
Witches are waking their feral beasts and al-
So, their frogs are leaping,
And all the while he lays there sleeping.
His silk pajamas and knitted blankets.
The bottle he was given, he slowly drank it,...
#death
#fate
#money
#fiction
#historical
412 reads
0 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
25th Dec 2018 9:58pm
25th Dec 2018 9:58pm
Flower Child
#erotic
#historical
656 reads
8 Comments
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
25th Dec 2018 6:16pm
25th Dec 2018 6:16pm
The Dust Bowl*
(Wait, wait, wait now…Listening to Coven - Blue Blue Ships that’s that blue eyed soul; haven’t heard this in ages, go head now)
There are
More individuals now competing
For a shrinking piece of the
US social pie in the sky like
Sovereign lands
Once affixed to ideals
Now breaking into businesses-with the
Universe
Doing the accounting
For souls lounging: in a
Modern
Dust bowl subject to
Retrace history
Making disbelievers...
There are
More individuals now competing
For a shrinking piece of the
US social pie in the sky like
Sovereign lands
Once affixed to ideals
Now breaking into businesses-with the
Universe
Doing the accounting
For souls lounging: in a
Modern
Dust bowl subject to
Retrace history
Making disbelievers...
#politics
#LifeCycle
#historical
#graveyard
#America
623 reads
0 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2018 2:42am
23rd Dec 2018 2:42am
when settlers met voyagers
Many, many years ago they came to our shore.
Weary and tired they knocked on our door.
With open arms we welcomed them to our home.
They asked for water, oh we gave them food,
We showed them love and kindness,
We took them to our king and threw a great feast in their name.
Welcome to our humble abode.
Strangers they were, but we were happy to have them.
Pigmentless people we were fascinated just to who they are.
We sat and listened even when they talked in languages foreign to us.
They had fire sticks with them that made sounds of thunder. ...
Weary and tired they knocked on our door.
With open arms we welcomed them to our home.
They asked for water, oh we gave them food,
We showed them love and kindness,
We took them to our king and threw a great feast in their name.
Welcome to our humble abode.
Strangers they were, but we were happy to have them.
Pigmentless people we were fascinated just to who they are.
We sat and listened even when they talked in languages foreign to us.
They had fire sticks with them that made sounds of thunder. ...
#betrayal
#LifeStruggles
#Africa #historical
#Africa #historical
676 reads
11 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2018 00:44am
23rd Dec 2018 00:44am
the buried city ..
we're in the crypt of st brides on fleet st.
studying the roman and saxon remains;
everything is quiet, everything is stone.
I love the city that lies under ones feet ..
studying the roman and saxon remains;
everything is quiet, everything is stone.
I love the city that lies under ones feet ..
#historical
400 reads
2 Comments
DiaryoftheNow
Poem Published
19th Dec 2018 5:25am
19th Dec 2018 5:25am
The Great American Reverie
Experience ferments,
Grows rotten on the tongue,
Sour like green steak,
Or blackened fuzzy fruits.
I am mother and father,
A levee against the great western tide,
A prolapse of dissuasion,
A flower of discontent.
Standing on the expanding banks
Of the Chesapeake bay,
Of the boston harbour,
On the shores of the Staten.
Irises deepening
All histories and miscomunications,
All blood and bitter world-views,
A blithering connaissance.
Comming down sandlots and wagontrails, ...
Grows rotten on the tongue,
Sour like green steak,
Or blackened fuzzy fruits.
I am mother and father,
A levee against the great western tide,
A prolapse of dissuasion,
A flower of discontent.
Standing on the expanding banks
Of the Chesapeake bay,
Of the boston harbour,
On the shores of the Staten.
Irises deepening
All histories and miscomunications,
All blood and bitter world-views,
A blithering connaissance.
Comming down sandlots and wagontrails, ...
#America
#SelfReflection
#historical
#apathy
#HumanRights
551 reads
1 Comment
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