Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Bumped 11th Nov 2018 1:20pm
6th Nov 2018 9:17pm
6th Nov 2018 9:17pm
The Dressed Horseman Inc #3
You can have
School opportunities;”
(Sitting in her chair)
She was so close
I could have
Laid on her fur coat
My head was hanging down
“You don’t want to
Work for me;
Do this all the time?”
Nodding slowly,
Although I wanted to say
Yes but was unsure of
Her affiliation.
#Hs freshman # it's much easier when you can walk a path that's already been carved out #i don't know #Brooke Stevens #Sharelle
School opportunities;”
(Sitting in her chair)
She was so close
I could have
Laid on her fur coat
My head was hanging down
“You don’t want to
Work for me;
Do this all the time?”
Nodding slowly,
Although I wanted to say
Yes but was unsure of
Her affiliation.
#Hs freshman # it's much easier when you can walk a path that's already been carved out #i don't know #Brooke Stevens #Sharelle
#confessional
#LifeChangingMoment
#feminism
#historical
#erotic
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Nov 2018 4:40am
10th Nov 2018 4:40am
Plato’s Progeny
Plato’s Progeny
She had the most peculiar dream
that she was wrestling with one of those lean guys
in the Lyceum in Athens.
who was no longer a boy
yet too bashful in his birthday suit for the Olympics
Their athletics were performed in the nude
as was customary.
Her contender tried to hide nature taking its course
but the shape of his hands
let slip the secret held within.
She had the most peculiar dream
that she was wrestling with one of those lean guys
in the Lyceum in Athens.
who was no longer a boy
yet too bashful in his birthday suit for the Olympics
Their athletics were performed in the nude
as was customary.
Her contender tried to hide nature taking its course
but the shape of his hands
let slip the secret held within.
#sex
#historical
#sensual
524 reads
4 Comments
SimpleTon
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2018 8:39pm
2nd Nov 2018 8:39pm
Wild west show victorian era
Stomach empty
Pocket empty
Heads full of fleas
Mouth full of rotten teeth
Scabs on knees
Dirty soles of swollen feet
One among many
A mountain of skinny bodies
The bottom of a heap
The smallest Urchin
Nameless and homeless
Poverty stricken orphan
Contentedly sleeps
Dreams of Buffalo Bill
Imagines the Wild west Show
Hope for the hopeless
That is what the west is
Hope for the hopeless
A dream costs nothing but to those with nothing it means everything.
Long live the Wild West
Pocket empty
Heads full of fleas
Mouth full of rotten teeth
Scabs on knees
Dirty soles of swollen feet
One among many
A mountain of skinny bodies
The bottom of a heap
The smallest Urchin
Nameless and homeless
Poverty stricken orphan
Contentedly sleeps
Dreams of Buffalo Bill
Imagines the Wild west Show
Hope for the hopeless
That is what the west is
Hope for the hopeless
A dream costs nothing but to those with nothing it means everything.
Long live the Wild West
#satirical
#historical
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oskar
Poem Published
26th Oct 2018 8:59am
26th Oct 2018 8:59am
a folktale
A folktale
There is a small country sharing part of its border
to a giant country, both have been friends for
over 300 years during world war two they came
helped the small country to get rid of the enemy.
Then propaganda articles appeared in many papers
how bad the government in the big country was,
(Let us make it easy the small country we can call
Norway and big the country Russia) the Norwegian
took no notice, they visited Russia often to buy
vodka, cigarettes and other items that are expensive
in their little country; and some...
There is a small country sharing part of its border
to a giant country, both have been friends for
over 300 years during world war two they came
helped the small country to get rid of the enemy.
Then propaganda articles appeared in many papers
how bad the government in the big country was,
(Let us make it easy the small country we can call
Norway and big the country Russia) the Norwegian
took no notice, they visited Russia often to buy
vodka, cigarettes and other items that are expensive
in their little country; and some...
#inspirational
#fiction
#narrative
#confessional
#historical
543 reads
2 Comments
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
25th Oct 2018 12:42pm
25th Oct 2018 12:42pm
Dykes on Bikes
Now I will preface this by saying that my partner, at the time, was the licensed Harley owner and sometimes your bike is only as good as the precious cargo (her words) onboard for the scenic view. Much to my surprise the majority of representatives were also MTF transsexual (as she was) however, the lesbians would have never known the difference; particularly at that distance. What they didn’t know just might have been great for em’, in the sense of, challenging the framework for how we view, build and reference feminism and femininity (ies) at large. Truth be told; some of these chicks were...
#lesbian
#gay
#confessional
#historical
#transgender
590 reads
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Bumped 14th Oct 2018 6:09am
20th Sep 2018 2:37pm
20th Sep 2018 2:37pm
Pride
#narrative
#confessional
#historical
#SelfReflection
#LGBT
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1Docmcruz
PoetCruz
PoetCruz
Poem Published
5th Oct 2018 6:26pm
5th Oct 2018 6:26pm
Viva Puerto Rico
A lil Dedication to my fellow Taino Ricans
I'm the history of the word
Taino Indian verb
Sending smoke signals and courier birds
my slang carried southerners
to the free land
between lines and verses
learned how to read & write from
Writing life back into our leaders in hearses
Columbus brought Measles & Curses
Tried to take our cotton and gold
How the story is told
But we are too proud to be silent
Viva Puerto Rico!!!
Many say we're just a...
I'm the history of the word
Taino Indian verb
Sending smoke signals and courier birds
my slang carried southerners
to the free land
between lines and verses
learned how to read & write from
Writing life back into our leaders in hearses
Columbus brought Measles & Curses
Tried to take our cotton and gold
How the story is told
But we are too proud to be silent
Viva Puerto Rico!!!
Many say we're just a...
#historical
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hackerstacker
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 11:31pm
4th Oct 2018 11:31pm
There way
There way
We men have not a thing to say
When comes to sex or any other thing
She loves to be in controls all
As we are just puppets to do there will
We have to eat them when we forced face down
Are dick’s not ours any more?
We are tolled wear to put it and when
As well how
As puppets on a string
We bend at there will
We love their fruit to lick suck
Place our dicks in their holes why we think we
Control them in sex
Be not fooled we are not in control
By hackerstacker
...
We men have not a thing to say
When comes to sex or any other thing
She loves to be in controls all
As we are just puppets to do there will
We have to eat them when we forced face down
Are dick’s not ours any more?
We are tolled wear to put it and when
As well how
As puppets on a string
We bend at there will
We love their fruit to lick suck
Place our dicks in their holes why we think we
Control them in sex
Be not fooled we are not in control
By hackerstacker
...
#memories
#historical
#passion
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2 Comments
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
28th Sep 2018 5:56am
28th Sep 2018 5:56am
Bear #2
I remember my sensibilities
Beginning to oscillate between
Cartoon and pornography
On the bar's TV
Occupying that cultural diversity
Space
Among comrades
Yet the fact we
Were "gelling" with the same
Type of adult entertainment,
As they were as
Men
Forging beauty
In obtuse or insensitive
Human frameworks
Remaining
Equally (mutually)
Engorged or swollen
At a distance
From these impressions
Like a...
Beginning to oscillate between
Cartoon and pornography
On the bar's TV
Occupying that cultural diversity
Space
Among comrades
Yet the fact we
Were "gelling" with the same
Type of adult entertainment,
As they were as
Men
Forging beauty
In obtuse or insensitive
Human frameworks
Remaining
Equally (mutually)
Engorged or swollen
At a distance
From these impressions
Like a...
#gay
#politics
#BDSM
#historical
#women
789 reads
2 Comments
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
27th Sep 2018 7:52am
27th Sep 2018 7:52am
Bear
Smoking was a meditation
For the do-er
But a serial seduction
To the observer
So much so that
The smoldering
"Blue Havana Cigar"
Reeled me deep
Into the heart
Of the leather scene
Draping (particularly) the female nudity
Among US in bear skin
Stealth mode ...
For the do-er
But a serial seduction
To the observer
So much so that
The smoldering
"Blue Havana Cigar"
Reeled me deep
Into the heart
Of the leather scene
Draping (particularly) the female nudity
Among US in bear skin
Stealth mode ...
#gay
#politics
#BDSM
#historical
#women
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crowfly
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2018 9:52pm
22nd Sep 2018 9:52pm
Floozie
Jack steps out with the fall of night
Corners her in the alleyway
She grins and puts up little fight
A floozie disinclined to pray
He appreciates a willing slut
An eye upon her naked throat
But still remains adverse to cut
A woman who is quick to gloat
She lowers down upon her knees
Takes his member between her lips
She sucks until she's sure to please
Until his twisted reason slips
Then Jack picks up his Gladstone bag
Vanishes into the London mist
His taste for blood begun to lag
But there are others...
Corners her in the alleyway
She grins and puts up little fight
A floozie disinclined to pray
He appreciates a willing slut
An eye upon her naked throat
But still remains adverse to cut
A woman who is quick to gloat
She lowers down upon her knees
Takes his member between her lips
She sucks until she's sure to please
Until his twisted reason slips
Then Jack picks up his Gladstone bag
Vanishes into the London mist
His taste for blood begun to lag
But there are others...
#erotic
#scary
#historical
547 reads
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crowfly
Poem Published
19th Sep 2018 00:25am
19th Sep 2018 00:25am
Half-Cocked
Just hearing gunshots in the West
Can't seem to get a moment's rest
Not one for throwing in the towel
I head for the OK Corral
Gunfighters on the left and right
One aiming down his barrel's sight
I give the gunplay all I've got
A showdown but my nerves are shot
Wyatt Earp and his dear friend Doc
Fire shotguns to the Clantons' shock
Now lying face down in the mud
Dirt mixing slowly with their blood
Just one more idle fantasy
Time wasted far as I can see
Somebody still call in the law ...
Can't seem to get a moment's rest
Not one for throwing in the towel
I head for the OK Corral
Gunfighters on the left and right
One aiming down his barrel's sight
I give the gunplay all I've got
A showdown but my nerves are shot
Wyatt Earp and his dear friend Doc
Fire shotguns to the Clantons' shock
Now lying face down in the mud
Dirt mixing slowly with their blood
Just one more idle fantasy
Time wasted far as I can see
Somebody still call in the law ...
#satirical
#historical
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