Rhyme History Poems | Examples
These Rhyme History poems are examples of History poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of History Rhyme poems written by international poets.
Swindlers and charlatans
strut the world’s stage
Decent folk beat a hasty retreat
‘tis the era’s outrage
the devil swings
with the pain Billie brings
to the song of a sparrow, once lost
but heaven cries
with the drug in her eyes
and the weep of a willow's sad cost
the awed repute
of a tree's strangest fruit
never gave up its dead or it's moss
one mother's urn
sifted ash from the burn
of a tragedy's southern-most cross
shall only years
dry that muddle of tears
the torrent drowning races and sin
or will the truth
age a sweeter vermouth
let as blood on a much darker skin?
weep collected
for life, disrespected
would deluge all Jehovah's dear streams
yet not one wonder
that God's loudest thunder
will ne’er quiet that riot …
of screams.
~ for Billie Holiday ~
Copyright © 2020 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art created copyright-free by the poet with GALA AI software )
Charlie was a gift, lifting us to thoughts, making us think of all the stuff we want to know.
Charlie was light, making all of our thoughts feel his light, making us want to participate in his debate with life.
Charlie was a man of God, working day and night for all of God’s delight.
Charlie was a lover of family and worked to grow heaven’s army, shining light to all that would listen, he made a path for us to follow.
Charlie was called home, and I am sure God was standing at the door, waiting for the amazing Charlie to make heaven light up with joy.
Charlie we will miss you every day, we will work hard to spread all of your words.
Charlie your spirit for life, is spreading like the fire of God, just like the words God spoke to Moses from the burning bush.
Charlie we lift prayer for you and your family; we are all keeping you in our thoughts and hearts.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Forgetting The Past
This is the most difficult task everyone finds hard to do
From the lessons we learn down to the things we go through
Do we look back to review the things we never want to repeat
Or do we look back because its hard to move on after a defeat
Moving forward should always
fade the memory of the past
Reminiscing isn't something to motivate the present to last
Do we fear our dreams because of our past nightmares
We're going revisit shadows of the past so be prepared
Life is about not expanding on the bad but making corrections
People walk steady taking steps in a new direction
Who could drive forward while looking through a rearview mirror
How do you expect the view of your future to become any clearer
Forgetting the past means not looking behind
Its pressing the play button instead of pressing rewind
O, but that the Master Poet would grant this rhyming couplet.
That we could bind the wounds of this broken heart
Wherein the beat of freedom and equality grows weak,
Enabling the meek, indeed to inherit what your love bestows
To all your children squabbling, silent, frightened, or benumbed
By prospect daunting or emboldened, lost among the ruin.
Children are resilient. And may we laugh again and play,
And build those castles, sand or stone, that time will surely wash asunder.
Still having made their purpose known to those whose matter waits
Upon that moving finger weaving time in writing what outlives the Fates.
Listen to the wind as it shares its journey
from Puget Sound to Alderny.
It brings the sound of whispering woods
and beauties in their knitted hoods.
Who and what the blowing brings,
all is told with wings and rings.
Listen to the wind as it leaves its home
and winds its way to freedom roam.
Bones of broken mysteries
buried away in fading histories.
Never heard outside one’s tribe,
as all the bad we try to hide.
Listen to the wind as it sings its song
of good and righteous, evil and wrong.
It makes its way from here to yon
without a care for now or anon.
Objective in its path from here
and now, to nearly there.
Listen to the wind.
UGH!...NO MUG!...SMASH! BASH! CRASH!
OHH!...NO SOUP!... SMASH! BASH! CRASH!
UGH!...NO BREAD!...SMASH! BASH! CRASH!
OHH!...WE GO!...SMASH! BASH! CRASH!
Misanthropic...Microscopic
Systematic...Hippocratic
Off the Topic...Arthroscopic
Acrobatic...PROBLEMATIC
can only start near end
remember let touch send
text tow wind knot unkind
several almost always blind
sans sanctions dubious doubt
say mean like when what shout
carries sharing showing how
onward fast firm never bow
talking points pants unknown
leaves most places all alone
random rules ruin rights rot
cools unnerves calms hits spot
late early loose worm kills bird
silent talks sounds rarely heard
wonder if of out with not who
plays things spams let capture you
good spear into through core
trembles minds hearts bodies more
remembers few less censored
fragments fails points scored
The youthful days
of hopeful dreams
and tears that trickled
into streams?
Love that flourished
in the sun
and faded
as quickly as it had begun?
Where are they now,
the incense prayers,
high as hopes
to one who cared?
The carefree days
of fearless whims,
the joy of voicing
songs and hymns?
Where are they now
the closest friends,
who said that
friendship never ends?
They're hidden within
my dream-filled sleep;
the sands of time
have buried them deep.
Hot off the heels of Back in Black
A face melting 10 track
From the opening with cannon blast and more
It went to number one, Back in Black only number four
What? You question and rightly so
How did Back in Black peak so low?
Not sure, but none are out done
All AC/DC albums are number one
Even Powerage (the anti-disco disc)
And Flick of the Switch
Will scratch where you itch
(don't scratch the vinyl)
Or Fly on the Wall some say
Doesn't fly the AC/DC way
Hey it's all AC/DC when tracks are laid down
So put it in the 8-track, cassette or CD player
And rock your hometown
So when I listen to AC/DC my neighbors do too
All the way through (the mists of time):
For Those About to Rock (We Salute You)
(P.S. Thank you Daniel Mannix for the history of the Coliseum in Rome
AC/DC wouldn't have had the inspiration without reading your tome)
"The answer is blowin' in the wind" ~ Bob Dylan, 1963
One fine day, I sat upon my hammock, swayin'.
I heard the breeze, and asked, "what are you sayin?"
"Would you truly like to know?", he said with a gust,
"I'll tell you if I must", stirring up some dust.
I'm as old as the world. I've seen all places.
I recall everything that time erases.
I've visited battlefields and soldiers, brave,
and cemeteries, with many a lonely grave.
I caressed Indian grass and cottonwood trees.
I pushed ships carrying horses, guns, and disease.
I carried jasmine perfume aloft in the air
and mussed up Rapunzel's long and golden hair.
I wafted through an orphanage where children play.
I puffed Babe Ruth's called home run one October day.
There's just one remaining thing I forgot to say,
The wind never gives anything away".
Yet, I understood not a word the wind had said,
for he blew me off my hammock onto my head.
Oh, what I'd know if it weren't that I were dead.
They left Southampton with a coal fire down below,
Olympic class of the White Star Line, little did they know.
Irish-built in Belfast, one iceberg was all it took as,
with insufficient lifeboats, the whole wide world it shook.
Departing Queenstown, compartments not all watertight,
unsinkable or so they said, until that tragic night...
(almost a six-day cruise).
She was poorly equipped and, as all good Captains do
(tho' that is not his due), Edward Smith
(and fifteen hundred souls or more)
went down with the ship.
And the band played on as the ship was going down,
were they blind (drunk?), out of their minds,
they were all about to drown.
Some thought 'Bravery,' others, 'Stupidity,'
(altho' cold as ice), I can say, quite categorically,
I would have jumped ship if it were me.
Tho' it's a deep subject, rock-bottom at very best,
the play on Broadway (take a bow) you won't see,
of lost lives and broken hearts
is... 'The Titanic, In Two Parts'.
Reporter advised do not go.'
On whats already known.'
Known to rile; big Bob Katter
Yet he pushed it hell for leather.'
Pushed it right back to Cloncurry
Seventy years blurred..To Bob in school
It was not funny.' I'd say here i'm on the
Money.)
1849
King Kamehameha
of the Kingdom of Hawaii
entered into the Treaty of Friendship
with the United States
1893
businessmen and sugar planters
overthrew the monarchy by forced abdication
of Queen Lili'uokalani
and United States troops invaded
the Hawaiian Kingdom
The Restoration Agreement
was never implemented
Business as usual!