Antiquity Poems - Poems about Antiquity

...I want rose coloured glasses, To watch the world burn and misty mushrooms fill up the sky. I want rose coloured glasses, To watch the sun's rays shine from window tops. I want rose coloured g......Read the rest...

...We are going to dig to bury our dead: Mother, father, sisters and brothers, Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers. We are going to inter our dead: Archbishop, pastors, Houngans and vicars. The ......Read the rest...

.........The loss of Alexandria, the burning of Ashburnham House, the Grand Library of Baghdad which the Mongolians tore down, the countless Aztec codices that the conquistadors all burned... just......Read the rest...

...Easter as interpreted by one... rebated, rebelled, rebirthed, rebooted, and rebuked courtesy one ill shod Unitarian atheist, who means NOT to affect any sacrilegious fallout nor offend devo......Read the rest...

...How can you be in the present If you live in the past? How can you move forward If yesterday is where you stand fast If history is where you erect your martyrs mast How can you expect to last?......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ sobering are the sands of time, each grain speaks great truths, antiquity articulates subtly so, weathering it seeks not to subdue, what precious particle......Read the rest...

...We sleep hard against the dirty noise gaunt darkness, the rhythm of rain even on the inside, there is the same weightless beauty pressing against the ribs, hunger drawn taut in mesmerizing bruta......Read the rest...

...The death penalty, a practice rooted in antiquity, continues to evoke controversy and ethical dilemmas in modern society. Despite its purported role in deterring crime and administering justice, the ......Read the rest...

...This is a poem about the University city of Cambridge in the UK , although I have only been there a few times , I decided to write a poem about it. Lord Bryon one of the great romantic poets kept a B......Read the rest...

... Eye am Sacred Antiquity The Beginning, the Portal, the Untold Herstory Eye am Nameless, Formless, Creator of the Created Timeless Logos, Water and Fire mated Eye am the Black Womb wherein the G......Read the rest...

... (Michel de Montaigne, French essayist, 1533-1592) Once a day I sit discharging my humanity, staring dumbly at the floor or browsing magazines. Montaigne would have thought it an act as......Read the rest...

...It is night's first light — evening The world thinks through my mind The echoes of a bittersweet day whisper My ears twitch, my heart pricks A pressed edge leans forward Shouldering the office......Read the rest...

...The past is made of ashes stoked by the warm fires from what was once the present. They lay before me in the fireplace—heaped together, delicate and formless—with a bittersweet taste, soft color, and......Read the rest...

...Written 12 December 2023 Transmutation Poetry Contest Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker Transmutation Whether transmutation of energy Is a......Read the rest...

...Extinguish the candles of another year, thirty three, By le Bateau-Lavoir, copped in contemplation, Of abstraction at le Musée de l'Orangerie, Joan Mitchell to Monet, why male comparison? No, tha......Read the rest...