Middle Ages Poems - Poems about Middle Ages

The noble lady was full of ire. Her drunken knight had pissed out her evening fire. So now she sought warmth by his sleeping horse, and indulged in some heated intercourse with the knight's drop-dead handsome squire. ...

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I found my princess My white tulip has yet to blossom And still it is the prettiest of them all My princess is not one of the middle ages Her steps strike proudness and envy Her words create proudness and wide eyes Her place is not by a bonfire And nowhere near any shackles...

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There is a power the mightiest king can neither calm nor tether. What power? you ask. The task I mean goes by the name of weather. It was on Saint Mary Magdalene's Day in 1342, on the twenty-second of July, a fact known but to few, a raging fearful deluge descended from on high like none since Noah's flood....

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We are caught up in the middle, of our passionate love affair, In a world still so young, sweet dreams can blossom anywhere! Written on 9/27/2021 For: YOUR BEST RHYMING COUPLET Poetry Contest Sponsor: L MILTON HANKINS...

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The Tragic Story of Rosamund Clifford By some urge to learn more, beckoned, I read up the life of Henry the Second. With Thomas Becket he picked a bone. This well known fact I'll leave alone. Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine became his wife and brought much gain, but in one matter not enough. The lack was relieved by a piece of fluff. In...

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A BUTTERFLIGHT’S MR. RIGHT Last night was television and going to sleep at eight You were exhausted even though it wasn’t very late So upon your pillow placed placidly lay comforted by soft Until your weakened eyes closed and dreams lifted you aloft In the dream you can’t really fly but it feels as if you do Everything was vivid, the...

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The wresting groung for old homos Is full tonight Because we spilled so much of our youth In endless repeat anonymous encounter That it was not enough to end the world once More than a thousand medieval nonyears ago, That spun off revolution in the sixties Into reactionary shaved heads in the ninties. They're scratching their old heads Saying what have we done when...

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I dreamt of a bygone past through a real vision of mind,and with wide-open eyes: so real was the lively dream that all my senses savored it as long as it lasted... I traveled in captivity, abandoned myself to a journey in remoteness: I saw impregnable fortressess and unconquerable castles on sun-drenched,barren hills; so great,so immense was my credibility... Lush,virgin forests lying beneath massive and foggy mountains, making the...

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M anors towering Over the horizon Western skies ablazon With majesty possessing. E arth trodden soil Bearing feet of noble birth Tramping blades of aged turf, Hearts destined to inner turmoil. D anger lurking in Shadows of the silent souls: Smoldering, burning coals Leaving scares of ashes within. I nsightful minds too Rare to locate in this time, Appearing so sublime Their radiant light shining through. E vening abbey bells Sound the...

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