Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
Enheduanna Chapter 2
#erotic
#historical
#sex
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Echo
I am but an echo
A calling from the past
People say they change
I say change doesn't last
History is cyclical
And it always comes 'round
I am but an echo
Just waiting to be found.
A calling from the past
People say they change
I say change doesn't last
History is cyclical
And it always comes 'round
I am but an echo
Just waiting to be found.
#historical
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
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An American Hero
he was the first man to say
fuck this shit and mean it
he was literally tired of all the shit
enough of the shit show
this shit's gotta go
he no longer wanted to own his shit
but not just his
he was fed up with putting up with
everybody else's shit
as far as he was concerned
everybody was full of shit
he knew shit rolled downhill
so he was committed to put an end
to the shit once and for all
and that sentiment inspired him to
invent the world's first crapper
i salute you,sir as
i honor...
fuck this shit and mean it
he was literally tired of all the shit
enough of the shit show
this shit's gotta go
he no longer wanted to own his shit
but not just his
he was fed up with putting up with
everybody else's shit
as far as he was concerned
everybody was full of shit
he knew shit rolled downhill
so he was committed to put an end
to the shit once and for all
and that sentiment inspired him to
invent the world's first crapper
i salute you,sir as
i honor...
#funny
#LifeChangingMoment
#historical
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Ode to Will.
O how we ache to ape your dexterous pen
from home to academe and beyond,
advertising addiction once again
fat-witted, keyless to your fairylands.
We've compacted with devils, pilgrimaged
to the dual new place of birth and death,
become churchlike there to be amazed
to breathe air holding mem'ry of your breath.
Enrapt to hobnob where you, honeytongued,
for such gossip I'm a wanton glutton
enhoped to have pen and my words reyounged
to your age, to be kissed with your atoms,
Still sparkling nigh five hundred years...
from home to academe and beyond,
advertising addiction once again
fat-witted, keyless to your fairylands.
We've compacted with devils, pilgrimaged
to the dual new place of birth and death,
become churchlike there to be amazed
to breathe air holding mem'ry of your breath.
Enrapt to hobnob where you, honeytongued,
for such gossip I'm a wanton glutton
enhoped to have pen and my words reyounged
to your age, to be kissed with your atoms,
Still sparkling nigh five hundred years...
#fiction
#historical
#nonfiction
#sonnet
#WilliamShakespeare
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High Upon Stone
Ice cracked bones
Heart made of stone
The statue sits upon its throne
All alone birds tend
Her loneliness
Heeding her muted cries
Within is a heart
That could never lie
Outside a body and face
That shall never die
Heart made of stone
The statue sits upon its throne
All alone birds tend
Her loneliness
Heeding her muted cries
Within is a heart
That could never lie
Outside a body and face
That shall never die
#America
#art
#Britain
#culture
#historical
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Jailhouse in the Castle
Within the confines
Of tortured
souls
Ancient lies
Fester
Lies embraced
Wicked truths
Of old
School and jailhouse
Rumors
White lies forever
Weaved into
Dark fables
Deception
deceit
untruths
spat into eternity
Maliciously told
. . .the joker’s gold
laughs echoing
along the devil’s road home
Of tortured
souls
Ancient lies
Fester
Lies embraced
Wicked truths
Of old
School and jailhouse
Rumors
White lies forever
Weaved into
Dark fables
Deception
deceit
untruths
spat into eternity
Maliciously told
. . .the joker’s gold
laughs echoing
along the devil’s road home
#despair
#historical
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Enheduanna Introduction Invocation to the Goddess Inanna.
#erotic
#love
#historical #sex
#historical #sex
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The Rise, Fall & Rebirth of a Giant
Once imperative to growth
Now decaying
Dilapidated
The future home of condos and a shopping district
History succumbs to progress
The death of beauty
Now decaying
Dilapidated
The future home of condos and a shopping district
History succumbs to progress
The death of beauty
#consumerism
#historical
#TruthOfLife
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In the Wisps of Mist
1925
A cathedral of the modern age
Emerging
Proud
Regal
Hub of the American grain trade
Still standing in a gritty city
A cathedral of the modern age
Emerging
Proud
Regal
Hub of the American grain trade
Still standing in a gritty city
#historical
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Lucy
They let the sand slip through their hands,
the sisters who went walking,
along the shore
to gather more
grains while they were talking.
What did they say
Oh, while the day
slid by without them knowing?
The youngest one
had told no-one
a-following, she was going.
Her footprints light on forest floor
Lucy went and wandered
off the trail
while nightingales
chirped and tried to warn her.
"Ah, dear young babe
you won't be saved
from what we see is coming--
it...
the sisters who went walking,
along the shore
to gather more
grains while they were talking.
What did they say
Oh, while the day
slid by without them knowing?
The youngest one
had told no-one
a-following, she was going.
Her footprints light on forest floor
Lucy went and wandered
off the trail
while nightingales
chirped and tried to warn her.
"Ah, dear young babe
you won't be saved
from what we see is coming--
it...
#historical
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The Midnight Shift.
My Great-great-grandfather...
" There warra tip by Miggy wood
dug out o Miggy mine
an it were girtly big, like a mountain stood,
an it smouldered all the time.
(belching sulphurous fumes reeking of hell )
Coals were mined there since ancient days
people lived, worked there and died,
and a village grew and was known as Middleton
cos it grew twixt pit and slag-pile ...
" There warra tip by Miggy wood
dug out o Miggy mine
an it were girtly big, like a mountain stood,
an it smouldered all the time.
(belching sulphurous fumes reeking of hell )
Coals were mined there since ancient days
people lived, worked there and died,
and a village grew and was known as Middleton
cos it grew twixt pit and slag-pile ...
#historical
#nonfiction
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boring
love castles and cathedrals and museums and books on castles and cathedrals and museums, and I know how it looks
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