Victorian Poems

Victorian Christmas Eve

There is happy ado on the old farmstead as Yuletide draws nigh!
Wondrous things to savor as gales blow and snow begins to fly!
The tempest rages for days - they will surely be snowbound,
But a blazing fire warms the Victorian home - love and cheer abound!

Since early in July Pa has had his eye on a

Victorian Christmas Past

Upon a grassy hill, so long ago,
our lovely, old Victorian-style home
was built in eighteen eighty-six, aglow
with cozy rooms and firesides burning bright. 
So charming were the winding stairs that flared
neath the cathedral ceiling's chandelier.
Outdoors, a rolling lawn and gardens spread
beside a stony brook that rambled on.

A time I still remember- Christmas Day
in nineteen fifty-three- age

Echoes of a Victorian Christmas

Men in tailored suits 
and satin waistcoats,
gold watches peeking 
out of their pockets,
walked arm in arm 
with women in wide skirts ~
hooped, 
crinolined, 
elegantly sculpted.

Their tight corsets tease each careful traipse,
leaving traces of elegance and opulence...
dotting the streets at Christmastime 
with exaggerated silhouettes.

They kissed under mistletoe ~
hung in doorways,
each kiss claiming a berry
until none were

A Victorian Christmas

Out in the streets,
A Church bell cries
Under a misletoe,
A couple shares a delightful surprise

Marking the advent of dusk
Streetlights ignite
Flaunting the excitements 
Of the christmas that lies

A family joins around the christmas tree,
Ready to enjoy their company on this charming eve
Handmade gifts light jubilant smiles
Changing time on tiny sun dials

Laughs and smiles come to a subtle

A Victorian Christmas Carol

Did Robert Browning say it best when he
wrote, “winter takes the old ones”? Possibly.
Bronchitis, pthisis, whooping cough, T.B. –
they ran amock in 1863.

I trust it’s not too jarring if I jump
from modern miseries (ecoli, Trump)
to mid-Victorian London’s social rump,
and John Snow (doctor), and the Broad Street Pump.

The City Hall had never heard of germs.
They dealt

Victorian Letter

Victorian Letter
Back in the day, it was simple.
Everything was equal.
Only whispers in the wind.
To gaze now and then.
Life was soulful.
Your company was delightful.
A beautiful song through a music box.
Key to your heart with a lock.
Just wondering how you’ve been.
Your hair in the sun is radiant.
A smile to give.
A new reason to live.
Continue growing.
Like pretty roses

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hand Mirror

cash in hand I bought
victorian hand mirror
glimpse into the past

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

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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