Victorian Poems - Poems about Victorian

Victorian Gift Thank us for the gift we give The steam train running the rails All it cost is a piece of coal, and the smoke we give to the air Thank us for the gift we give The steam...Read the rest...

There stands the Victorian house by the small dogwood tree I planted at the age of nineteen thinking of a colorful spring; what a subtle joy palpitating inside at a short distance, before Lassie starts barking: her hearing is sharper...Read the rest...

A Haunting Waltz As I recline, wearied, on this eve so dark and dreary, Whispers in the shadows, tales of Victorian eerie. The moon, a spectral lantern, spills its ghastly glow on cobblestone streets, Where specters of yore, in...Read the rest...

To see one is rare but to buy one is obscene. A tall snob. She casts frowns from under her gables. He, the new owner, is in the cellar to clean Dusting and throwing out boxes without labels. Can...Read the rest...

Those madcap Victorian horsewomen were super confident Silly when you realize they were riding at breakneck speeds, sidesaddle In those day a woman did not know it was okay to wear pants. The closest thing she could be...Read the rest...

cash in hand I bought victorian hand mirror glimpse into the past...Read the rest...

I went out for a nanty narking time Wearing my best gas pipes and tie Hanging with whooperups at the pub Lally-gagging with girls going by I met the jammiest bit of jam, I did She was bang up to...Read the rest...

Shamrah is a satisfied Victorian maiden daughter of a prince, was never a wife her ebony puma chases potential suitors away she sits among her gorgeous rose gardens wearing her embroidered gold tapestry dress guarded by two docile...Read the rest...

Across the yard, straight to the fence stood a row of majestic trees, fresh cut grass, layered below cradled these majesties. Each tree held the colors of purples and blues, A mystery of course were the different hues. Yet...Read the rest...

The midnight masquerade ball. Seemingly slight brocade shawl. Beseechingly glance, decayed hall. Haunted trance, unafraid fall. Vaunted skies evade all. She tries dissuade call. Decree daylight, unmade, befall....Read the rest...

For The love Of moonstone's Lucent beauty A treasured heirloom Promoting clairvoyance And intuitive feeling Hanging on a graceful décolleté Where its luminescence gently rests Superlative Victorian Moonstone....Read the rest...

An absolutely truthful account... (strangely, including the contest’s mandatory ’*’) Twas something like nineteen seventy seven I saw a guy on a bridge gazing at heaven... I was sat fishing, set up for the night The night that that...Read the rest...

Victorian Poverty In London. . Slumming it in adverse poverty In Victorian London’s Limehouse White Chapel and Bethnal Green Dingy doss houses packed to the brim Narrow dirty streets with cobbles And loud cartwheel din . Large families sharing one room Overcrowded...Read the rest...

The gentleman strode confidently along the strand ‘his silver topped cane was gripped tightly in hand ‘the storm which had raged with that purple strange light ‘had pushed him forward in -time to this very...Read the rest...

When I was young and fate was kind To every wish, I had in mind No appetite for greater gloom Betrayed the joy that lit my room Where nothing but the night is black And black is never dark...Read the rest...