Histories Poems - Poems about Histories

...We, the generation of '50, Time-travelers with stardust in our hair, with memories planted in pockets, Rooted in decades embraced by change, souls adorned with the dawn of the post-war world. We s......Read the rest...

...In shadowed halls, I've followed the quiet threads of power,   Charting each muffled cry, its subtle sway in time,  Silently navigating the veiled histories held in their gaze.   Indeed, the wor......Read the rest...

...Biographies of different kinds, Orwell with Atwood, intertwined, Old books, new books, a thousand rhymes, Keeping their words, holding those lines, Singing caged birds, sit whistling chimes, His......Read the rest...

...When that storm arrived, the entire congregation in genuflection knelt before Her poetic prayers, they saw themselves shining, eventually, in Her reflection scandalously quiet like per......Read the rest...

...We have to forgive The grave histories we have The blood we shed We have to forgive our enemies Though it is so hard to take We have to be awake We have to be true to ourselves Follow our hear......Read the rest...

...THE BLACK PHARAOH In modern lands where histories entwine, Timeless eminence and strength remain. A Black Pharaoh rises, strong, proud & reigns, Echoes of ancient lost glory now aligns.4 As......Read the rest...

...I wish I had the voice of a bird in flight, To sing melodies of love and light, To capture moments in a timeless rhyme, And weave emotions through space and time. A poetry that speaks of life'......Read the rest...

...With threads of golden light, your spirits flare, Each woman shines, a steadfast astral pyre, Your valiant souls defy the tethered snare, Like distant suns that pierce the boundless mire. With he......Read the rest...

...With an impulsive cognizance of the mother instinct In physique and psyche, with her lambs, she's lovingly linked. Her head-butting, as though she looks furious, does not hurt. Her bleat is rhyt......Read the rest...

... I wondered! Holding the warm, steaming mug of coffee in my hand. What surprises awaited me in…… Poetry Soup Land. I fantasized! A future with impressive poetry writes. But re......Read the rest...

...at the art museum I saw paintings sculptures and prints and read their descriptions their stories their histories and their ......Read the rest...

...By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed I'm drawn to this bouquet; I am left so madly. Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed Happiest are these thoughts deliberately const......Read the rest...

..."A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." (Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)......Read the rest...

...Spaced Out Inner Space Astro projected, in the seventies, travelled into the Universe at the speed of light, Into my memories hoard, exploring the essence of every solar system. Experiences com......Read the rest...

...Oh, the poet sees you not just as a fleeting shadow that fades into horizons, He falls in love as the sun in gold transfigures the curve of your cheeks, In the line of the smile that steals your gu......Read the rest...