History Poems | Examples of History Poetry

Did not the Bird, warn us, by his airs? Fewer by day...more by night – the owls survive longer! Did not rodents warn us? Depleted by owls, they both now suffer. Better men open their eyes to Light – for, even swooping shadows, will not long survive such night…....

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They starved our bodies of love Then complain how our bones shake in fear They strip us of our dignity Then glare at us when we jave nothing to wear They take our souls Then question when they hear our screams in their dreams It's why when the wind fills their ears It sparks chills And the echoes...

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We dont have to use our voice to scream Because a voice isn't just words It's art, it's our presence, it's how we exist It's being unapologetically black Our presence is like the rain after a drought And the rain nourishes the ground It's like walking into a room and it's brought back to life Where once was darkness, has now been...

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I remember it very well. It was before the birth of email. It was a real 'show and tell, and It rings in my heart like a bell. Mankind has always found bigger And better ways to communicate. Over time and space, such avenues Have been greatly excellerated. In the early 70's, cell phones were large and rare, but landline phones were everywhere. Those landline...

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You wear a crown forged in centuries of silence, Not of gold, but of tears—each gem a wound, Each jewel a stolen breath from lands unnamed. The sun never set on your empire, Charles, But neither did its shadow. At seventy-three, you ascend a throne Built on the backs of broken nations. Malawi mourns not your reign, but its own hunger. India remembers...

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Once, they claimed to hold the torch, To light the world with truth and reason. But the West’s media empire— Was born not in truth, But in treason. From BBC’s royal scripts, To CNN’s manicured myths, From Fox’s fury-laced fables, To NBC’s polished distortions— They were trained, not to inform, But to perform For the empire's applause. Every lens tilted, Every headline coded, Every silence calculated— To shape the world In...

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Ring the bell-hop, how quaint Dial the Operator? – Translate! … Western Union’s clickety-clack, now faint alongside the sensory lure of wet paint All of these ~ today, ain’t ...

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Did Robert Browning say it best when he wrote, “winter takes the old ones”? Possibly. Bronchitis, pthisis, whooping cough, T.B. – they ran amock in 1863. I trust it’s not too jarring if I jump from modern miseries (ecoli, Trump) to mid-Victorian London’s social rump, and John Snow (doctor), and the Broad Street Pump. The City Hall had never heard of germs. They dealt...

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- One must make some choices, even if some may be scary - quote by poet Charming ancient cobblestone streets Buildings meticulously maintained Haunted castles with bloody myths and dramatic history ...

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If we'd lived in olden days days of yore the golden days and I were a troubadour I'd serenade you with my lute unless I had a flute to toot or go more than the extra mile and sing a song to make you smile not with the end of a lance would I beg my lady's favour but gallantly request a dance mayhaps a carol...

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The grand plan is to homogenize nations strip them of their faces replace them with a plastic mask force feed them into a blender dismantle the middle class make the masses dependent feed them their own blood turn bones into crumbs take away their means to defend put shackle to God -unleash Satan. Godless governments are putting lipstick to pig telling us it is a...

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All a mirage, an aberrant illusion acceptance in America professionally, socially we even became sought-after marriage partners… Educated people seemed...

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Brothers once, beneath the same monsoon sky, Before foreign flags touched your soil, You drank from the same rivers, Laughed beneath the same banyan trees, Shared gods, grain, and ground. But when the map was sliced by hands not yours, When borders were inked in sorrow and salt, A mother wept—her children pulled apart, Not by will, but by wounds too deep to...

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God said: “Go, and have dominion over the Earth”— Not over each other. But you crowned yourselves kings of skin, Painted whiteness as wisdom, And turned melanin into a mark of sin. You called yourself the center of the world, A lighthouse of reason— Yet every stone of your fortress Was carved from stolen hands, And every beam of your empire Lit with oil drained...

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