Best Noblewoman Poems

A governess, a guardian of the young, so known and dear as to be called “Mother” and a noblewoman, just barely 12 by age, named Portia, sit talking as the sun sets the stage for a cool, cloudless night.

“Mother, who invented candlelight and the slow,...

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Pellucid pachyderms wade across
the purpling River Manjees
and Tozzath watches from the bank, 
the seat of his maroon pantaloons soaked with mud,
his nostrils flaring with the fragrance of ombadalias,
whose lacey petals flutter
like the wings of long-dead butterflies,
bestirred by ghoulish breezes,
the colors bleeding from moribund antennae,
slim as...

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Niagara, the Antiope* of Canada,
Amazonian*, but not breast less,
Snowy bosom like virginal gems,
Swelling lips moderately full,
Savoury odor felt all around,
Crystalline throat striking the eyes.

Meandering, churning, darting, dashing,
Transformed from blonde to brunette.
Here alluring, benign, attenuated,
There corpulent, colossal, capering,
Practicing calisthenics all the time.

Raquel Welch* in ‘One Million...

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Sandro
Mastering his skill of painting, diligent to detail, color, and Frescos (Sistine Chapel)
Born in Florence, Italy, apprenticed as a goldsmith, then later with a master painter 
By 1472, he had his own workshop where he created most of his works
Painting his Early Renaissance and Gothic...

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Your nature is a painting that gives birth to each warm hue.
My nightingales are free among your clouds and skies.
Your sweet soul and my brother: I live only for these two.
And thoughts of your kind kiss, no earthly thing defies.

I have grown to be a...

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It is national learn what your name means day.
I would like for you to share what your name means with us. 
If you know just soupmail me with it, if you don't look it up and soupmail me.     Or share it...

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tiny wings flutter
rainbows appear, enchanting
noblewoman nods...

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See the snapping of love,
I think he's angry at the metal glove.
He finds it hard to see the queen,
Overshadowed by the ornamental screen.

Who is that stinging near the pen?
I think she'd like to eat the Plzen.
She is but a little woman,
Admired as she sits upon...

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Oh my brother Sebastian, where can he be?
I lost sight of him after our ship was sunk in the sea.
His death seems now like a great possibility.
However captain, his clinging to a floating mast did you see?

Captain, what is this land called?  I must...

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PATIENCE AND IMPATIENCE.

Patience is  morality they say,
That: does not function with a noblewoman whose man is far away.
Won't she alleviate her fever with another man?
Perhaps the one who is not apt of being with her.

Impatience they say wrecks commodity
Not when they slap your father...

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A noblewoman
who never sheds scars from fragile eyes,
you won’t hear her inner child cry.
A palette of purple pride hides horrific truths.
We hid behind a small frame, evading the regiment’s reign.
I used to watch you plant us with buds of hope and wonder why
you lived a...

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