Ancient Times Poems - Poems about Ancient Times

Under the endless mantle of infinity, where ancient times hide their secrets, History is a nightmare shrouded in veils of dark mystery, A tapestry of shadows and lights, a labyrinth of untold destinies, In which my wandering soul seeks an awakening from the eternal spell of the past. My being, caught in the web of ancient dreams, faces the...

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From the ancient lands of Mesopotamia, A story of friendship and love, Of a king and a wild man, united, In adventures that took them above. Gilgamesh, the mighty king of Uruk, A man of strength and fame, But with a fear of death that haunted, And a longing to escape that claim. Enkidu, the wild and free spirit, Born of the earth and...

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This is a tale of ancient times And a knight of valiant heraldry Who followed true his knightly code, The weight of righteousness his load, All sheathed in heaven's grace he rode, And practiced naught save chivalry. From the Pope a rally call went out, A Crusade to the Holy Land. A Christian force endorsed by God, His might would be their shield and...

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In ancient time The ninety seventies are up in patina, a yellowish colour of the ancient when I was young; and for me, it is still not far away and remembered as a good time, mainly because I was busy finding my feet In the interim 50 years, much has changed, now is not a good time to...

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No script belonging one’s civilization no history anyone can recall, only the enduring solid stone blocks someone created to form this ancient wall. A relic unknowingly left to the woodland undergrowth and those that measure nature’s time. © Harry J Horsman 2020...

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I'm obsessed by documentaries about ancient times Especially the architecture it sure rings my chimes How did they achieve it These amazing feats Aliens perhaps helped build these structures so fine...

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Roman priests practiced divination as a means of prophesying the future they'd plunge a dagger into a temple dove and eviscerate the living bird. Then they'd examine the entrails, especially their livers, for omens, believing that the Gods would reveal what was going to occur in the immediate future through such signs. These readings would both bewilder and fascinate the curious onlookers, when the...

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Old dust by rusty memories One time lace curtains in the windows Fascinating account by a challenging life Happiness and defeats, sunny days and freezing nights More than an adventure; for better or worse An image that evokes old childhood memories for many "The happy 50s" an expression of relief that the war was over An aura by joy and optimism ......

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I’m getting so bold, yet growing so old… Because of lack of sleep… A deep sleep taken away by the sounds of your weeping moans that creep Inside my bed at night I’m feeling the fire burn in my heart The drums of the mountains grow asunder Fountains of hills douse me with delight and it was all from the start I’m...

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