Best Thames Poems

The mist in Regent Gardens air
awakes a single rosebud there.
Her scent drifts past Trafalgar Square -
England’s summer has begun.

The rising sun above the Thames
shines brighter than a crown of gems;
peeks through the panes of Buckingham
until the day is done.

Saint James Park invites the dawn
as sunbeams...

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November's winter sun is bleeding low 
where cold Thames makes a tidal run 
and also gentler pewter flow 
towards the city docks, the sea, 
towards the rising of the sun
 
A single coot beside a tethered boat 
paddles nowhere with each nodding scoot, 
to pace...

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The Thames...always held intrigue....Europe..
the lights of the river glistening..as the Thames comes alive as only she can...
Yachts sail gently through near making a sound...Rivers always have that effect ..as we look across the moon lit bay ...the breeze saunters ...english bagpipes play hauntedly...setting the quisessential...

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When I thought of Leaving this ancient Town,
I thought of you!

Your dark winding, swirling waters,
Gifted from distant Hills,

You're Dangerous undercurrents,
and your gentle tides,

I hear you Calling like a jealous lover,
Your long reaching limbs never
far away,

Reaching out to Embrace this town,
This City,
This soul,

This home of Contradictions,

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It was thought she was pregnant
confused as she was
and out of her depth.
They waded into the river to help.
They floated rubber rafts to buoy her up.
Marine experts posited ways 
to keep her breathing in shallow waters.

In dockyard pubs
hard men openly spoke of her plight,
voices low...

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The place where your butterflies flitter 
free in the meadow,
licking the ambulant stream, 
the dew from life's vessels, 
perspirant milk of purity honey- 
Bursting from out of the seams. 
The shine of the little fluttering-Bearcat, 
pillar of change, 
for seasons changelings stage buttering.;
In that; constant,...

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Thames 
A geographical nature

Hidden behind a coin
Invisible 

Poets took me to sit on the Banks of Thames 
Via literature!...

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It was thought the young whale was pregnant
confused as she was and out of her depth.

They waded into the river to help,
floated rubber rafts to buoy her up.
Marine experts posited ways
to keep her breathing in shallow waters.

In dockyard pubs
hard men openly spoke of her plight,
voices...

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On the outer edge of Kemble
there’s a stone upon the green
where a spring becomes a trickle in a pond.

It seeps and then it flows
under bridges as a stream
towards the narrowboats of Lechlade and beyond.

There is peace and so much beauty
from The Isis* to The Thames
winding...

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just dots upon 
the greenwich sky
swinging london 
from the air

with eyes wide shut
and riding high
across the thames
'where tourists dare'....

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I was Number One who fell for Jazz,
Other Genres ranking Razzmatazz 
No finer sacrifice in Hard Rock;
If you demeaned Jazz, my gun I’d cock…

I laud the Great Lot Yanni’s Jazz has;
Bob’s keyboard that conveys one to Mars:
Waiting for me sweet complexity,
The path to it A...

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Morning, the river belongs to the geese
Who congregate on the bank
Poke about in the grass
Run, take flight, and land on the water
Heave their wings to skim the surface
Noisy and honking, splashing
As they inhabit their domain

Afternoon, the river belongs to the people
Who gather as families and...

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