History Etheree Poems | Examples
These History Etheree poems are examples of Etheree poems about History. These are the best examples of Etheree History poems written by international poets.
The Little Ice Age
Cold
northern
winds sweep down
across Europe,
displacing warm air
and pushing it upwards,
engulfing the landscape in
the grip of the Little Ice Age
to inflict hardships on the people
who partake in winter activities.
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Note:
The “Little Ice Age” was a period that lasted from 1300 to 1900 AD in which abnormally lower temperatures influenced living conditions in Europe.
Dead
Buried
Rose again...
So triumphant
Forever reigning...
God incarnate was babe
Serving well as the Saviour
Offered self, perfect sacrifice...
Granting mankind everlasting life*
Vanquishing death by His love I now share.
*John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
February 1, 2025
Honorable Mention, "A FEBRUARY 2025 POSTED" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/23/2025
If I was a known lexicographer
I’d create new words for the masses
making them up in twos and threes
they would be so amazing
people would speak of me
my dictionary
would be the rage
history
in the
now
Thus
They flee
Absconding
In guiltless flight
On fattened feathers
A pointed arrowhead
Guided by some hidden force
Returning to their beginnings
Arcing slowly over icy peaks
Circling the history of their valley
They
fought for
Liberté,
égalité
et fraternité
in a revolution
against royal tyranny
by a careless, selfish monarch.
On July 14th, they stormed the Bastille
in the first major act of violence
against nobles and the bourgeoisie.
The third estate, the poor, starving
watched as madam guillotine
despatched the King and Queen,
and their divine right
in a revolt
where many
lost their
heads.
Now
Is a
Turning point
History made
The truth will prevail
Facts will come to surface
Ripples on water will spread
Shimmering in the light of day
To create a beautiful image
To see standing together, shore to shore
Heidi Sands
10/25/19
TO BE JUDGED BY HISTORY
A
country
powerful,
has got now a
President at last
with foremost intention
find ways, take nation to top
of tall towers of global scene
that changes fast in this century,
his measures will be judged by history.
February 11, 2019
The
blaze in
the forest,
the scorched birds flee.
Winds blow hard fuming
waltz in flame-fest burning.
From the charcoal sky clouds fall
take debris into history.
When anger stokes inferno in mind
let soul shower sanity to be kind.
Written : October 2, 2017
February 7, 2020
Contest : Strand Select F, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
When children are taught never to forget
conflicts’ lessons, to love all humans,
to honor those through history
who, selfless, wrought liberty. . .
Then will spangled dreams for
our peace be fulfilled
as God imparts
tomorrow’s
grace on
all.
For Brahm Bailey's (Your) Country 'Tis Of Thee Poetry Contest
Note: The Etheree form was created by Etheree Taylor Armstrong (Feb. 12, 1918-March 14, 1994). She was born in Arkansas, USA and is known for using this form a lot.
CHAINS
1940s
“Joe’s”
“Good food”
The sign says
Hole in the wall
All you can call it
Joe and Ethyl – owners
Honest as the day is long
Just plain folks and nothing fancy
Never make the show on Iron Chef
Just looking back this modern day and age
NOW
Chains
Yes chains!
Big city
Bit city chains
And modern people
Honest folk all in chains
The chains have run all Joes out
We all clank like Jacob Marley
While the rich eat at the country club
And not at chains – Joes are gone forever
(a double etheree)
I
don’t know
everything
about the life
and history of
my dear friend named Nikko.
When I met her here, I thought
Nikko was a name for a guy.
I think I came right out and said it:
“I don’t know if you’re a girl or a guy!”
But with Nikko, you don’t have to be shy.
She’s natural and honest, yet sweet.
I talk with her as if she were
another of my sisters:
clever, talented, neat!
But these are mere words.
What matters most
is I feel
Nikko’s
light!
For the word Portrait Contest of Frank H.
Green
Hulk rise
From Ocean's
Deepest depth bring
The Big Apple hope
Like an ancient Phoenix
Brought life to which died by flames
As Father Time _ Poseidon watch
To see if this resurrection starts
A whole new era__ blessed golden life
Watching episodes of The Tudors, I
cringe at examples of King Henry’s
pride and ruthlessness, casting off
wives and devotees with ease.. . .
As he gads about with
a new flame, an axe
falls again and
again on
Cromwell’s
neck.