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Victorian Poems - Poems about Victorian

Premium Member The Old Victorian House
I dreamt about an old Victorian house that was abandoned It was dilapidated and left vacant for years and was starting to decay It was hidden down a long dirt driveway aligned with overgrown lilac trees The grounds were overgrown grass that resembled a field of wildflowers I decided to look inside, the front door was unlocked, and...

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Categories: victorian, dream, fantasy, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Victoriab Gift
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 ship ruling the waves of blue All it cost is a piece of coal, and the smoke we give to the...

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Categories: victorian, change, conflict, irony,
Form: Free verse



The Victorian House By The Small Dogwood Tree
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 than mine! I stop walking with a curious reflection: who built this house by a busy highway, was it a desolate...

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Categories: victorian, butterfly, dog, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member A Haunting Waltz
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 corsets and top hats, discreetly meet. Beneath flickering gas lamps, secrets deftly concealed, In murky alleys, truths unfold, a clandestine reveal. Gloom, thick...

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Categories: victorian, gothic, lost love, passion,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Powder Keg
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 a house resent an owner from the new school? Can its wood sigh with grief from the change to a room? Can...

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Categories: victorian, gothic, halloween, horror, house,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Madcap Victorian Horsewomen
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 caught alive in would be pantaloons. I am staring at the screen years later, wondering …. Do they break their tailbones when...

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Categories: victorian, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Hand Mirror
cash in hand I bought victorian hand mirror glimpse into the past...

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Categories: victorian, mirror, vanity,
Form: Haiku
A Night On the Town -Victorian Slang
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 the elephant, truly 'Be my boop,' I said, enchanted 'Saddle goose! ' she said, and refused me I'm completely off chump, to be...

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Categories: victorian, humor, language,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Shamrah a Victorian Maiden
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 leopards men are usually intimidated by Shamrah They tiptoe away quietly not wanting to disturb her menagerie However, if they disturb the big cats...

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Categories: victorian, woman,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Victorian Roots
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 the fragrance would waft through the trees by day, and the shadows would fall by the night's moon-rays. ...

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Categories: victorian, age, childhood, happiness, house,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Luminol
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....

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Categories: victorian, dance, dark, fantasy, word
Form: Other
Premium Member Moonstone
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....

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Categories: victorian, beautiful, moon, romantic,
Form: Etheree
Premium Member My Victorian Astronomer
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 fella would give me a fright A full moon aglow in an ebony sky Permitted the sight of that very strange guy He...

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Categories: victorian, scary,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Victorian Poverty In London
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 Cold and damp Many children to one bed Lit by candle or gas lamp . Scavenging for merge food Just to stay alive You were...

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Categories: victorian, community, conflict, poverty,
Form: I do not know?
The Lost Gentleman
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 night. People looked and thought it great ‘that period dressing was the latest gait . No one could have guessed or possibly...

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Categories: victorian, future, loss, missing,
Form: Rhyme

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