Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
thewatcher33
Poem Published
10th Oct 2017 6:12pm
10th Oct 2017 6:12pm
Dove
Tell me that this was in the past
do you even know our heritage and magnificent history
I thought not, fuck you and your hypocrisy
you are right here yet you forgot about us all
cause your pockets got swollen, overflowing
they constantly remind you of who you are, just another token
take a NYC number four train ride to Utica Avenue
better yet here is a lifetime metro card for your sellout ass
they have bought your silence inked in the blood of darkies
sign your values, dignity, pride, and self...
do you even know our heritage and magnificent history
I thought not, fuck you and your hypocrisy
you are right here yet you forgot about us all
cause your pockets got swollen, overflowing
they constantly remind you of who you are, just another token
take a NYC number four train ride to Utica Avenue
better yet here is a lifetime metro card for your sellout ass
they have bought your silence inked in the blood of darkies
sign your values, dignity, pride, and self...
#lust
#family
#historical
1423 reads
2 Comments
earthandbone
Poem Published
8th Oct 2017 10:00pm
8th Oct 2017 10:00pm
Whispers
Sit
with me
under the fat belly of the day
and let it weigh upon your mind
Sit
and smell the sweet heaviness
lingering
here
Sit
to watch the whirring wings
and ponder every
thing
Sit
and let your thoughts
sing you silent
songs
while our toes rest on bone crust ground,
and we bathe in the syrupy sound of
stillness
with me
under the fat belly of the day
and let it weigh upon your mind
Sit
and smell the sweet heaviness
lingering
here
Sit
to watch the whirring wings
and ponder every
thing
Sit
and let your thoughts
sing you silent
songs
while our toes rest on bone crust ground,
and we bathe in the syrupy sound of
stillness
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
#historical
#nonfiction
765 reads
4 Comments
EpicUtester69
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2017 11:09pm
3rd Oct 2017 11:09pm
my shadow
What I left behind was a shadow
A promise a vision a part of my past
A shadow of my former self holding on still
A dream to hold no one else can help
What I left behind was a shadow
Still dreaming of that shadow that once was my all
the shadow was real I even touched it
No one understands the shadow but me
I have tried to explain it but no one gets it
The shadow will always be there in my dreams
What I left behind was a shadow
no one else can help not now not ever.
A promise a vision a part of my past
A shadow of my former self holding on still
A dream to hold no one else can help
What I left behind was a shadow
Still dreaming of that shadow that once was my all
the shadow was real I even touched it
No one understands the shadow but me
I have tried to explain it but no one gets it
The shadow will always be there in my dreams
What I left behind was a shadow
no one else can help not now not ever.
#dreams
#confessional
#memories
#LifeCycle
#historical
525 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
29th Sep 2017 8:48am
29th Sep 2017 8:48am
on a sunny day...
On a sunny day, you can see forever
The U-boat that cast anchor on the silky shore of Albufeira,
the crew was dressed in German world war two uniforms,
and bathers thought they were actors in a movie.
The captain came ashore he wanted to call Lisbon to his
embassy, only the number didn`t exist anymore, he had
wanted to surrender, his crew were hungry and tired.
A kind barman gave the captain a cold beer, he drank it
greedily and asked what year it was. 2017, my god,
he exclaimed we have landed in a wrong century.
...
The U-boat that cast anchor on the silky shore of Albufeira,
the crew was dressed in German world war two uniforms,
and bathers thought they were actors in a movie.
The captain came ashore he wanted to call Lisbon to his
embassy, only the number didn`t exist anymore, he had
wanted to surrender, his crew were hungry and tired.
A kind barman gave the captain a cold beer, he drank it
greedily and asked what year it was. 2017, my god,
he exclaimed we have landed in a wrong century.
...
#water
#ShortStory
#historical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
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Cosmonaut-x
Poem Published
9th Sep 2017 2:38am
9th Sep 2017 2:38am
Stepping away
This must be a joke
It can't be real I must be dreaming
Having this love affair the secrets the sinning
It was never supposed to be this way
There were rules she said
No feelings just physical
And I agreed willingly
But she caught feelings
I owned that pussy
Making her squirt for me easily
She begged me for dick almost intoxicated with it
Then she said she loved me
Changing everything
Now there was emotion and feeling
Something we were avoiding
We should of stopped when we first noticed
But were just...
It can't be real I must be dreaming
Having this love affair the secrets the sinning
It was never supposed to be this way
There were rules she said
No feelings just physical
And I agreed willingly
But she caught feelings
I owned that pussy
Making her squirt for me easily
She begged me for dick almost intoxicated with it
Then she said she loved me
Changing everything
Now there was emotion and feeling
Something we were avoiding
We should of stopped when we first noticed
But were just...
#ShortStory
#aging
#historical
#boredom
#nonfiction
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1 Comment
AtoMikbomb
Poem Published
30th Aug 2017 11:08am
30th Aug 2017 11:08am
Freight And Unafraid
Rails laddered lateral
Parallel
Spans of measured meters - repeat
In ramparts undergirding - tracking dreams
And their iron accounts tell
They tell
Transient transcendences
In boxcar Bethels
Fancies followed by ferrous paramours
Of world
Of others - away
Of ventures vain
Or distant claim
Dens for vagrants bare of foot
Shod in denim and soot
Burrs on pant legs clinging
Swinging with the sway of savior trains
Wagers to wander bet on tracks
Wistful wonders...
Parallel
Spans of measured meters - repeat
In ramparts undergirding - tracking dreams
And their iron accounts tell
They tell
Transient transcendences
In boxcar Bethels
Fancies followed by ferrous paramours
Of world
Of others - away
Of ventures vain
Or distant claim
Dens for vagrants bare of foot
Shod in denim and soot
Burrs on pant legs clinging
Swinging with the sway of savior trains
Wagers to wander bet on tracks
Wistful wonders...
#ErnestHemingway
#LifeAsAWriter
#travel
#greed
#historical
708 reads
3 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
20th Aug 2017 00:55am
20th Aug 2017 00:55am
Goddess Who Would Birth the Sun (with Jade Pandora)
Disguising me on summer nights
I wear a mask made of the moon.
I'm tried by slumber that I walk
To wake from out its empty light.
Our house priests draw the sacred blade
The moment of your first reveal,
As vestige of the moon and night
Removed from flesh of children gods.
A mad existence follows me,
Its casket floats a length behind.
The floodgate mystifies the Nile
To inundate the altar red.
In us reborn both Geb and Nut
In choral voices, temple’s gate.
The Nile awaits all gods, all stars
Once wed to...
I wear a mask made of the moon.
I'm tried by slumber that I walk
To wake from out its empty light.
Our house priests draw the sacred blade
The moment of your first reveal,
As vestige of the moon and night
Removed from flesh of children gods.
A mad existence follows me,
Its casket floats a length behind.
The floodgate mystifies the Nile
To inundate the altar red.
In us reborn both Geb and Nut
In choral voices, temple’s gate.
The Nile awaits all gods, all stars
Once wed to...
#WritingPoetry
#mythology
#historical
757 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 1:32am
15th Aug 2017 1:32am
bright lights, big city ..
it's only when you
see, say, an old
film
that you realise
how much things
have changed
over the years
everything
used to be
so
black & white
grimy
grey
more dark
than light ..
see, say, an old
film
that you realise
how much things
have changed
over the years
everything
used to be
so
black & white
grimy
grey
more dark
than light ..
#dark
#aging
#historical
622 reads
9 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Bumped 2nd Jul 2017 2:43pm
4th Jul 2015 2:07pm
4th Jul 2015 2:07pm
Native American Melody
(From my Cherokee Blood)
patriotic flag
two-hundred-thirty-ninth year—
Trail of Tears
~
patriotic flag
two-hundred-thirty-ninth year—
Trail of Tears
~
#spiritual
#memories
#historical
1094 reads
8 Comments
geraldinetaylor
Poem Published
15th Jun 2017 7:18pm
15th Jun 2017 7:18pm
That of Pearls, That of Wisdom
Peace be still, strike thy pose
Epitome of eloquence, footsteps of the queen
Pearls of wisdom, solemn portrait
Position thy hat, attend to thy shirt, that of satin, that of lace
Family ties, adornment to each
All is well with thee, obedience calls – o’ child be seen, be not heard
Be seated; be still, thou shalt not be disturbed
Workhouses – be deterred, apprentice house preferred
Sacrificial morning, make way to the pit
A revolution of demand, provisions of coal, of iron, of copper, deposits of...
Epitome of eloquence, footsteps of the queen
Pearls of wisdom, solemn portrait
Position thy hat, attend to thy shirt, that of satin, that of lace
Family ties, adornment to each
All is well with thee, obedience calls – o’ child be seen, be not heard
Be seated; be still, thou shalt not be disturbed
Workhouses – be deterred, apprentice house preferred
Sacrificial morning, make way to the pit
A revolution of demand, provisions of coal, of iron, of copper, deposits of...
#historical
#nostalgia
552 reads
2 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
5th Apr 2017 11:29pm
5th Apr 2017 11:29pm
Suffering Stumped
From a hewn stump a green shoot
flickers in the morning dew
sunlight glistening attention to what
would otherwise be so easily missed
I wondered: has all of history been
reduced to merely this? A frail purity
of the gods deemed essential to
reinvigorate the next phase of life?
Civilisations come and go by definition
such human effort and worry labelled so much bling …
All this I can accept, but even so
the hewn stump represents a huge amount of suffering.
flickers in the morning dew
sunlight glistening attention to what
would otherwise be so easily missed
I wondered: has all of history been
reduced to merely this? A frail purity
of the gods deemed essential to
reinvigorate the next phase of life?
Civilisations come and go by definition
such human effort and worry labelled so much bling …
All this I can accept, but even so
the hewn stump represents a huge amount of suffering.
#TruthOfLife
#evolution
#LifeCycle
#historical
#suffering
767 reads
6 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
8th Jan 2017 3:26pm
8th Jan 2017 3:26pm
The Baths of Eros
center]The Baths of Eros
Lit by an afternoon from the skylight,
a slight & barefoot servant girl
her plaited hair bound up
and secured with a lyre's harp
moves from guest to guest
who wait & mime in the
reception hall of
an Athenian bathhouse.
Bending low, she offers a tray
as each man takes a cup to sip from,
peering over the rim
musing at the heat underfoot
from fires beneath stone works
as a lesser fire stokes those who
watch her with eyes steaming,
melting their cynicism.
The neckline...
Lit by an afternoon from the skylight,
a slight & barefoot servant girl
her plaited hair bound up
and secured with a lyre's harp
moves from guest to guest
who wait & mime in the
reception hall of
an Athenian bathhouse.
Bending low, she offers a tray
as each man takes a cup to sip from,
peering over the rim
musing at the heat underfoot
from fires beneath stone works
as a lesser fire stokes those who
watch her with eyes steaming,
melting their cynicism.
The neckline...
#lust
#women
#men
#water
#historical
1133 reads
10 Comments
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