Historic Poems

Historic poems that will take you back in time through verses soaked in historical legacy. Some poems present the patriotic approach while other glorify the history of places carried to us by time and courage. A soul-stirring collection of poems you would love to read and share. With it’s roots in great histories, these poems bring forth the emotions that are common to all mankind. So relive your love for history and witness one of the most interesting collection of Historic poems.

Legacy

Legacy short poem

This dawn, the legacy of nights before, Breaks from horizons of the distant past, In land so faraway, on stranger shore, Now gone, but not mementos that still last; Find no memorials proudly hewn in stones, Nor citadels to champion

Who Is Eve?

Who Is Eve? short poem

She is that girl you always meet, As you walk down a busy street; That office girl across the hall, Or someone’s partner at a ball; That dearest love now in your arms, Or song diva with haughty charms, Covered

Kafiristan

Kafiristan short poem

The HinduKush mountains of the moon and the valleys where we lived, with the fairies and the spirits of the wood.. We bred the shen – the bravest of the horse tribe – and grew the scented root – the

Napoleon Bonaparte

Napoleon Bonaparte short poem

Corsican born, and an Emperor mighty indeed. Who from obscurity came up to prominence, who from French shores the attacks of armies repelled, who had at his disposal, Europe’s resources, who to Saint Helena from French shores was expelled, of

The Silence at Ellora

The Silence at Ellora long poem

So much we lose in a lifetime, among the cities we go in and out. So many loves lost to the wind. So many homes left in the doorways. So many friends, so many enemies, who rolled into the night,

Horse and Cart

Horse and Cart short poem

Did wise men from the Buddhist east Worship the child Jesus as messiah? If so, may not fungible god or fungi yeast Raise dough over the same fire? Was it reincarnated lama or messiah The Magi come thus far to

The African Heritage

The African Heritage long poem

Years ago our forefathers had a vision That one day, their descendants will bear the title of their own To represent their ancient glory And value it at heart. Praising the mediums like our fathers did And ululating in procedure.

Eve Speaks

Eve Speaks short poem

Although just one snake is well known in that so-called paradise, actually there were tons of them. When we ran away, I was never so happy. My feet no longer touching swarms of mushy poison. Fruit smelled to high heaven

Waves

Waves short poem

A train that once shipped sugar, from field to port, rattled, slow as a slave ship, through Antiguan hills, with elderly Americans, old money, all pearl chokers and Pringle sweaters, filling the front seats of the open top carriage, and

Power salute to Nelson Mandela

Power salute to Nelson Mandela short poem

One man against A mountain— Steep And, inhospitable! A man called Nelson Mandela— And, a mountain called The Pretoria regime! He was determined Like the proverbial spider… He was not one To give up! His crusade against Injustice Landed him

Dead Grey Wolf Skins (v2)

Dead Grey Wolf Skins (v2) prose poem

Introduction: Aldo Leopold (January 11, 1887 -April 21, 1948) was an American author, scientist, ecologist, forester, environmentalist, and conservationist. In the 1920-1930 eras, he moved to the Baraboo, Wisconsin area. The grey wolf was viewed as a predator, to be

The Majestic Octennial

The Majestic Octennial short poem

This poem is on the small town Udupi, and the beautiful temples that grace Udupi. Madhwa Acharya had been the man behind the vision, that thrives in its glory, timelessly. The hermit by the shore, with his followers A ship

Virgin Mountain

Virgin Mountain short poem

on a distant horizon, she waits for him in a world gone mad, she craves for him what is love, she asks naively but she is a seductress alright a siren she is and she sings for him she lures

Love Sonnet 52

Love Sonnet 52 sonnet poems

My love is reigning queen among roses, Regal and prim in each and every stance, Cleopatra looks plain when she chooses, She is Helen of Troy held at first glance; I pause, afraid to start a ten-year-war, Before I dare

Poems containing references to : Historic

What Kind Of Freedom Is This

What Kind Of Freedom Is This long poem

Our freedom began with the historic words At the midnight when the world sleeps India will awake we did wake to freedom It’s now the sixty ninth year of freedom But what sort of freedom is this A handful of those

The Sound Track Of Life

The Sound Track Of Life short poem

Yes indeed “Music is life’s Sound Track!” As on the rail of time An old song verse Transports us back A decade or a score Even more, To recollect A quality time With a lover We spent Though probably Now

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Or Are We Bots?

Or Are We Bots? prose poem

Fill out the CAPTCHA. Prove you’re not a human. There are so many stupid humans spamming the site It’s gibberish – you can tell it’s a human because they can’t write. When bots do it there is soul and calculation

Letting Go

Letting Go long poem

This world has left you hurt, Your heart bruised and battered. Love was quickly taken away, like you never mattered. It’s hard to trust, it’s hard to love The anger and rage in you grew. To think back on all

My True Friend

My True Friend short poem

Hello darkness my true friend, In you I find solace, With the setting sun you come each day, Sometimes early, sometimes late yet unfailingly there. I bury my head in the crook of your shoulder, I lay there waiting, And

A-grade

A grade prose poem

She was pensive Sadness looming large on her face She failed to manage What was hurriedly needed She just passed her twelfth class She craved to do graduation But circumstances looked stubborn to deny favors to her Father with all

Little Annabelle

Little Annabelle long poem

Your appearance was so subtle and sweet So much so that I didn’t notice you Until April 2nd You were but a flutter in my stomach, The caterpillar before the butterfly. The doctor said you were blooming Beautifully. That’s why

You, Only You

You, Only You short poem

Are you a nymph of heaven? The charm you spread is rare in earth, sonorous voice plays tune of ripples, air keeps away the past and future. I want to possess all beautiful things. So, I need you at my

Only Time

Only Time prose poem

All she wanted was his attention  To keep her company in times most lonesome All He wanted was an assurance  To be certain he wasn’t heading for another heartache. So she took the step of asking him out Regardless of

A Beautiful Affair

A Beautiful Affair short poem

Nordic sky, Gypsy drives, Wind in my eyes, Makes me smile. Watery ice, Melts away, The fear of not, Surviving my tears. Golden glow, Stroking my hair, Telling me, Life is indeed, A beautiful affair.

Conversation

Conversation prose poem

When We began, words built bridges carrying us to and fro across distant places… thoroughfares, connecting spaces, verbal embraces… Words became light and water flowing, filling, spilling, swathing… Words… like glowing embers spewing sparks, scorching flames, swirling blaze, enveloping, burning

The Sapling Under The Bridge

The Sapling Under The Bridge short poem

I’ve heard that plants need the sun, else they shrivel and they die; but I saw a sapling under a bridge, through the other side of pane. It seemed like it were surviving, maybe even managing a bit of thriving;

My Little Angel

My Little Angel short poem

I lost my child, in this life you see, I ask The Lord, why must this be? No reasons or answers, could I find. I felt,I was going,to lose my mind! Then, I had an awesome dream last night, There

Helpless

Helpless short poem

Thoughts wander in my mind, but my vision ignores them. Words tangle around my tongue, but do not fall out of my lips. My fingers are intertwined around the pen, but my hands don’t write. My heart beats every voice

You Live In My Heart

You Live In My Heart short poem

Your bewitching face I etched on wet sand And embellished it with a design grand, My work I looked on with pride, Which Alas! was undone by a tide; I carved your sweet name on a tree And thought it’d

A Chameleon

A Chameleon short poem

Remains busy from dusk to dawn, Giving his soul to Satan’s pawn. Keeping all the tricks buttons on, Man is nothing but a chameleon. Cheats all for his lust and greed- Third rate creature he is indeed. Sows contempt and

The Empty Chair

The Empty Chair short poem

The echo of my footsteps As I walk past the porch. The creaking of the rocker As the breeze gives it a push. Tell me a story chair, Of all that you have seen: Boys and girls on their bikes,

The Happy Clown

The Happy Clown prose poem

When lights go out within your life, and all your world grows dark; strike out with steel on solid rock until you see the sparks. Then burn the candles in your mind, and bring in fresh new light, while wiping

Silent Cry

Silent Cry short poem

Its not new to the world, Its rather the most cold, Rage, urge and need, With all insane greed. She was there tired and weak, Too tired to speak. She didn’t know wat just happened, Now the known voices is

For Crystal Lee Braddock

For Crystal Lee Braddock elegy

I never really liked you Like an orange thrown at a wall Impacting then falling straight to the floor So composed and cool I wanted to be you or build a shrine I’d let you sleep on my pillow to

Shattered Butterflies

Shattered Butterflies short poem

One deep breath of what yet lies, Dream’s of shattered butterflies. For like myself their wings are torn, Silently broken they fly in mourn. Blade’s of silver shining in the light, Scarlet blood on my wrists, feels right. Flowing beads.

Footfalls

Footfalls short poem

It was in you, the beast. Reading your private thoughts: tribal instincts to gather tools. Dwindling belief. You are left high and dry after the deluge receded. A big fire erupted in your house to burn you alive. Footfalls of

Not To Depart Without Permission

Not To Depart Without Permission short poem

The interior with The stillness Neatness and Coldness Of a tax office Is as awesome and fearful As a cemetery at midnight Some unseen eerie presence Is all over spilling the space Of this cold chest One would be in

The Fall

The Fall short poem

I was the only traveler of that night, Too timid to turn back around, I walked with my shadow- That never let me forget who am I… I aptly listened to my footsteps And the wind whispering to me; I

Imortality

Imortality prose poem

Whisper not immortality to me.. For I have already won that game, These hollow golden crowns deceive me no more, my dear friend My road has been a masterpiece of chaos in every beautiful form, So abundant in robust convictions,

Being Alive

Being Alive short poem

Being Alive is to feel the breath…that cannot be felt after the death… Being Alive is to feel yourself beyond the senses…that capture your spirit in all the instances… Being Alive is to feel the real you…feeling the consciousness, pruning