History Poems | Examples of History Poetry

Shoreditch clung to its ruin Its roughhewn gate staring out at corpses And the clutch of travellers heading from the fields, The shepherds rambling onwards, The herders with their slow-moving cattle, hoofs Thudding on the stones. Amongst them the knights recently Back from troubles in the north, armour Burnished like Sunday roast yelling oaths Like washer women until they were, like the...

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It’s hard to comprehend when I look out, but the science has left so little doubt, ten thousand years back, this place I call home was chilly depths, where only fishes roamed. The whole if it a lengthy glacial lake, but to my mind that seems like some mistake. Ten thousand years…that doesn’t seem so long, Karan Tepe is older, it feels...

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Herodotus thought that the sun, When blown from its course, summer's done. That wasn't quite true, Was maybe coo-coo, But thinking about it is fun....

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The love that knows no boundary set by clan; The clans that know no love except for war; The flower that dares to bloom, but never can; This then the story Shakespeare told, in core. And what the nature of a petty feud? Where pride replaces peaceful, prosperous life; Where little things as mountains are construed, And things far greater die within...

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"And you, Brutus?" And then was Caesar dead. A moment's act and history's chapter done; A moment's thrust and Caesar's life was bled, And you the one that Caesar thought his son. But were you son of Rome, and that came first? Did Caesar die a hero, or a knave? Can justice spring from such a violent burst? Can sudden murder be...

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Well, Brutus was that sort of chap As whacked his old man in the Cap. The senators there, They’d stab or they’d stare, With all other business a wrap. ...

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From the start, you have made assumptions. I had something or I was someone. It was all in your wild imaginations, I did not plan it to happen. I meant no harm, was really innocent. I did not lie, pretend or act, To deceive, hurt or harm you deliberately. Just that I did not know you, Not well at all to correct you, To...

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...For two weeks Lester worked that pyrite vein, and every day a brand new dollar came, at the end he hug dug out two cart’s worth, said Higgs, “Now that’s enough work in the earth.” He smiled proud, they dragged it to the trains, Lester still sure the old man was insane, once loaded up, he said, “I will return in six...

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Lester sat in Lisa’s café that morn, his eyes mindlessly staring out the door, it was July of 1889, and new work young Lester now had to find. He’d left Jud’s ranch when he refused to pay, did some small jobs, but not much came his way, had heard some mines were opening up here, but he might starve before they did,...

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From East to West let my servant's trumpet announce this victory over those who defied me; no Greek dares to fight me: I am their uttermost deity! They named me Zeus and look to me for guidance, I carry the thunderbolt and I strike all enemies with vengeance; they fell by the dozen in the battlefield below Athens, the ones who survived will challenge me...

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Soon, I will journey to the middle of the moon, There, I will proudly place a memento with flair, Fine sculpture shaped for reduced-gravity design, One like proud Lady Liberty, facing the sun. Like a bright beacon blazing in starkness, a spike, Soaring melodies of beauty gently pouring, From a breath of fresh air deaf to bees’ noisy hum, Bold, elegant masterpiece...

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Edvard's exile could not deter the course as it flowed or blood that drove through his body life had to change when the soldiers came bringing tanks and arms of oppression machines of war rolled and crushed Europe was hushed marching on the 15th raising flags and ideals London resigned to opening doors a haven of sorts for a few families and friends were left to defend breaking cogs to dismantle...

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Living Forests and vestal woods are the memory of the planet......

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A dinosaur, two tons or three, Heard tell from a mammal quite wee: “Why, one day your tar Shall burn in a car That’s driven by creatures like me!” ...

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The tree of life has roots to the beginning of time infiltrating depths unfathomable lost in the nebulae of bygone memories the illusion of neat lines soon tangled in a fog hiding stories obsolete and long forgotten Diluted storytelling buried beneath fresh tales and soon hazy with its clouded details the feats out of mind fade into oblivion facts turned to hearsay are...

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