#1920s poems on Hello Poetry

Abbott J Hardison Jan 18

Tree leaves are green,
With bark brown like cigar paper.
Or at least they were,
Back in the 1920's.

Oh boy it's hot in here!
The planet is starting to sizzle,
Quick, ban gas!
Better ride my bicycle to places now.

We the people,
Might be *******.
Maybe we can be saved,
If we give our money up to Musk,
Electric cars are going to save the planet!
Well we're gonna need more fuel than that,
To ***** wind turbines to replace coal furnaces.

Winter snow is lasting longer this time around, maybe Tesla cars are doing their part.

#earth #warming #ecosystem #1920s #bicycles #cars #gas #energy

Louise Jun 2023

Discipline

I had my cake and I ate it too,
like all the time in the world that you took.
Adorned with cherries
and decorated with cream,
like the taste of my lips
that is only a thing of your dreams.
I thought I have once
tasted a slice of heaven,
only for it to rot away to
a thing from hottest hell.

I had my time and you took it too,
like my faith and my core that you shook.
Laced with grace
and the promise of salvation,
thoughts of your touch once felt
like a dream vacation.
I thought I have once
been granted patience,
only for it to burn down a hole
in my purest conscience.

But then I was sure I had it all,
the diamonds, the universe,
I had you, but then I also have a curse.
The parties, the best jazz age whiskeys,
these shall be enough to distract me.
The waiting, the wondering
are opulence I could no longer afford.
Like my favorite vice I had to abandon,
you are a glimmering borrowed gown
I shall never again don.

But then I'm sure I could do more,
the Philippine pearls, the world,
wrapped around my finger in a red cord.
The weddings, the finest wines I could buy,
these shall do good to get me by.
The patience, the pitying
are charities I could no longer give.
Like a prayer I utter in front of a new lover,
I am the luxury, the gold, all the fortune
you would never wager.

Channeling my inner Daisy Buchanan/Ginevra King/Zelda Fitzgerald. Reading The Great Gatsby all over again.

#jazz #1920s #imagery #gatsby #prohibition #fitzgerald #americana

adeadpoet Jul 2020

Barque of Past

I was waltzing to the jazz
Done everything, leaving no dash
Could see the diamonds
Glistening in my gaze
In bel air,
I was paralyzed with happiness
But the barque of past
Borne back to me
Ceaselessly carrying the mess
With desire that never rest
Thought I was living my best
With the old money vibe
As my facade fave
Then I heard thou name again
My heart bestrew asunder apace
And that moment I knew
I was melancholy stuck
In my old same dreary age.

So actually this one was inspired by The Great Gatsby. It wasn't my best poem but yeah just wanted to share it and yep still learning.

#firstlove #thegreatgatsby #1920s #jazzera

Purcy Flaherty Jan 2019

Bonnie & Clyde

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Bonnie & Clyde

You held my hart in your hands and my soul in your mouth, we watched the moon slip through the dark knight, A lullaby of blood and sticky labels, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde.

won't you save me, for I've been running all my life, I've been sinning, I've been stealing and I know that that ain't right, won't you save me, won't you teach me right from wrong, I've been sinning, I've been stealing, please take me home.

We sang to the pound of the engine, you lay your head in my lap, so sweet so simple, you toyed with the coins in my pocket, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde.

won't you save me, for I've been running all my life, I've been sinning, I've been stealing and I know that that ain't right, won't you save me, won't you teach me right from wrong, I've been sinning, I've been stealing, please take me home.

We danced to the backdrop of yellow fields, spattered with red confetti, shookhands with the devil, all dressed in rags, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde.

The devil he has taken me, and I can't run no more, No more sinning or stealing, for now my life is done; you can't save me, You can't teach me right from wrong, No more sinning, No more stealing, For now this soul has gone.

Ten cops, camera and a smile, Photo for a trophy, V8 Ford full of holes, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde.

Gospel song sung by bonnie,
Bonnie's redemption prayer;
but it still all ends in bloodshed.

#bonnie #clyde #outlaws #bloodbath #shootout #1920s #gangsters #robbers

Johnny Noiπ May 2018

Barbara LaMarr: Soul 4 Sale

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                    ******
dance                 as was common
follies                          'little egypt' shows      dancer
*******
could be found in any                       town across America         arrested at 14 for stripping &
                 released by the judge f                         or being "t
           oo beautiful"   thriving city or town
                   thus providing her                                well-known moniker
usually on                     the outskirts
                                                  near circus & carnival
she was always referred to as
& known thereafter as the girl
who was too beautiful   grounds                                                                e                        "Girl
she kept               near open fields
her popularity
                                                                                     just kept growing
  Who
later moving
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         across America                       i  s t                    oo Be
            au                                 tif                                                         ul"
During her career,                    Barbara                  La Marr became known as t
he                               pre-eminent                                  vamp
                                        of the 1920s,
                              but privately           she                      partied and drank
heavily;                                                 she once remarked to the
pres                                               s that she only
                                                                              slept                         two nevertheless         she kept acting                                           hours
                         a night. In 1924, her                                              health
         began
                    to falter                                           after
                                     a series of crash diets
                                             for comeback
       roles further
      affected                      by  cooch
her                                              lifestyle, led to her death
                                             from                     pulmonary
                    tuberculosis                              and nephriti
                                                                                         s at age 29. spotted in Juvenile court by a female                  who introduced her to the
editor who then shot
          photos
           risque                       of the young                   teen &              ran r
going back t her nightlife now as both a dancer & writer her wild & loose limbed style of movemen
                   compared to               the Great            Isadora                 isque photos
even on her knees
in a two-page        cooc
                     "Life is too short to                              waste on sleep" - BLM
; multiple times,
ga
****** alcoholic star                                   ng i       *****
dragged
                           out b   prescription    pills
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                                                            stopped beii    ng beautiful
                         nightclub cuz she lost abet                  multiple times in
a dr
leaving               lipstic       k kisses on the
        hardwood floor          don't go home til               the joint closes down
                                  that's when it happened mostly                                unken blackout           h               where everyone &      no       no one looks familiar
in that Barbara
drugged & *****                                          (not her
                     real name) was born femme t fatale villainess to the Three Muskateers
married@17 her husband   she was a cooch-dancer   aty
promptly
                dropped dead                                         born
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that would make all ttt          this start                happening             in 1910

1896-1926

#barbaralamarr #vamp #movie #star #1920s

Eleni Jun 2017

Flapper Jane (Doe)

Friday- the most promising day of all.
The beginning of the weekend, but the one day that will spark appall.

Down on Mainstreet all the girls
In their fringed dresses, pouting their foxy lips and their hair waving in short messes.

The hags frown as the winged ladies pass by- displaying their carriages a little sly.

Oh, but Jane's favourite speakeasy was 'The Back Room' down on Norfolk Street: the place where the lost creatures meet.

Tin ceilings, velvet wallpaper, plush thrones and back in that dark corner, there is the sound of low moans.

'A whiskey, neat, please' as a shadow in a tuxedo walked towards her and he whispered 'Hi,' in a sensual purr.

'Who are you?' he stirred,
'Oh, I'm Miss Doe' and he lept into the stool with a swift flow.

And the jazz trumpets married the spontaneous harmonies and the saxophone created sublime melodies.

So they sat as idle as ghouls in the dim spotlights, until Jane asked Mr Buck:

'D'you fight in the war?' And he whined 'Cambrai, Amiens and Lys' - his lips seemed a little sore.

'I'm sorry - do I know you?' His face looked as familiar as Jay to Nick. A brief pause in time at that smile.

That was the final chord to the "lick".
He drove her down to Roslyn- to his replica of Versailles and Jane looked intensely shy.

'Oh, do come in,' the desperado soughed. And she walked into the gilded palace which Cupid's presence bowed.

'I have a favour to ask of you, Miss Doe. Would you be as kind to wash away my woe?'

And as they congressed under diamond chandeliers, his comrades gathered around the bed in amorphous silhouettes; watching disgustedly.

As for Mr Buck he was an alien, skin-to-skin with a haunted beauty and Miss Doe- a labourer on duty.

A story based on the aftermath of the First World War, the birth of a "lost generation" and the excess of the 1920s.

1 'Miss Doe...Mr Buck' referring to a mature female of mammals of which the male is called 'buck'. This further adds to the animalistic imagery of their encounter.

2 'Cambrai, Amiens and Lys' battles of the First World War which the United States was comprised of the allied effort.

3 'Jay to Nick... that smile' an allusion of 'The Great Gatsby' when Gatsby and Nick meet for the first time at one of his lavish parties. Nick romanticises Gatsby's understanding smile.

4 'Lick' a jazz term for a repeating pattern or phrase in music.

5 'Replica of Versailles' a regal palace in France in this poem representing the wealthy individuals of 1920s America in New York.

#love #deception #lust #lost #satire #superficial #bar #speakeasy #danger #1920s

Trip Through Time Jun 2014

Take Me Back

Jazz, women, and the start of a new era.
Gambling, drinking, the illegal actions
That gave everyone a thrill.

They are doing it, so why can't I?
Parties, drinking, music, recklessness.

A bit of freedom and women run loose like
They've never seen the light of the moon,
They are the flappers.

Moving pictures like magic,
Lets go to the movies,
Lets go see the stars!
The drama!

The machines! The wonders of
Mass production and a gas engine!
Speed and toxic smells of factories.

#music #culture #women #money #speed #cars #movies #pop #1920s #flappers

Trip Through Time Jun 2014

Fe- iron. Male- man. That's what Women Are.

Beginning in WWI,
The men were at war,
Fighting, killing,
Causing their own Post Traumatic Stress.
And we stayed. Our country, our families needed us.
We replaced them. The men. We replaced them
In their jobs. We did as they did.
We kept the country and the troops
On their feet.
Created weapons.
Kept businesses running,
Did the banking.
The women took charge for once.
The war and the economic trouble got us
On our feet and we did the same
For our nation and our men.
Some did not like that we were working as they had,
Walking in their shoes, but we sure did.

#weapons #female #women #feminist #jobs #wwi #1920s #ironman

Trip Through Time Jun 2014

Superficial Prosperity

Lies! Money is greed, greed is money,
Credit is given to the wrong types of people.
The stupid ones who were not taught
How to behave with their newfound freedom
And systems of fake income!
Don't spend what you do not have,
But they believed they had everything.
Love. Money. ***. Fame and fortune, the world
Was in their hands!
Until it all crashed down in 1929

#fake #money #crash #artificial #superficial #market #prosperity #1920s #stock #1929

A C Leuavacant May 2014

O'Connell street like melting souls

Melted souls
The old one grows
The tic and tac beneath my toes
A last regret
These paths forget
That once I had a room to let

Back before
A ****** war
Lovers and poets dreamed for more
A better day
A bed to stay
A gun to keep The Lord away

Before I fought
I often thought
That hopes and dreams could all be sought
But now my goals
All filled with holes
O'Connell street like melting souls

#poetry #war #street #fighting #history #ireland #enemy #popular #civil #historical #1920s #dublin #oconnell

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