London Poems | Examples of London Poetry

Look, London ladies, buff your speech Mind your soiled plantation fingers Nary a trace of our old worlds Occupy their halls royally Porcelain cups poised on pinkies...

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Mary Fletcher was prime minister in olde England, like fondest memory, Of days when the twilight stood still, with silver moon, floating on sea. Mary Fletcher was capable and caring, to the country's great benefit; Like spring rains of green benevolence, trailing the fragrant evidence. Andrew was Mary's loving husband. Their lives were so happy together! Like allurng, violet future,...

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Lost in Shade I am a blur in the mosaic, painted, not placed a borrowed hue in a gallery of dream and machines. Voices whirl like prayer wheels spun too fast, each syllable a wind that forgets my name. Skyscrapers bloom like cold steel flowers, rootless, like me, fed by wires, not soil. I chase the scent of home...

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In 1773 the sun never set on the British Empire so goes the story now the 'Teatime Islands' crumbs of Great Britain’s former glory but as the moon rose over the White Cliffs of Dover standing guard at the Gateway to England ramparts the enemy to forestall if the ravens left the Tower of London the kingdom itself then would fall and Britain would...

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The lorry driver Poem Lionel Derbyshire He is not at home He is on an open Dark wide road With potholes. His precious home His treasure family Is on his mind. On his shoulders Is a long lorry With everyone's need. Lorry driver His restless arm His calm arm.. With full of hope He drives a load Of provisions. His steering wheel He grips tightly As if he is hugging his Children. His lorry moans The mountains up and...

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Shoreditch clung to its ruin Its roughhewn gate staring out at corpses And the clutch of travellers heading from the fields, The shepherds rambling onwards, The herders with their slow-moving cattle, hoofs Thudding on the stones. Amongst them the knights recently Back from troubles in the north, armour Burnished like Sunday roast yelling oaths Like washer women until they were, like the...

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(Verse 1) Old World regal, check the vibes, I'm livin' lavish, Maybach music, oh so classic, like a royal palace. Silk drapes, gold plates, we in a zone of grandeur, Heavy R&B vibes, smooth like a dancer's maneuver. Crown on my head, drippin’ jewels that shine, Opulent aesthetic, yeah, I’m feelin’ so divine. Architecture high, with columns touchin’ the sky, Just like my...

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In power's shadowed halls, where destinies lie, Two titans faced off, ambition held high. Henry, the monarch, resolute and strong, Clement, the Pontiff, with justice lifelong. Henry, a Tudor, with fire in his plea— Bound by a marriage he longed to set free. Catherine’s union, a burden, profound, A restless king seeking love unbound....

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London bridge is falling down, people started clicking it, just for streams and likes though no one tried to help watch all work go in vain Block by Block drowning no way out Build it up? Or let it down? Who will care anyways? No way it glows again........

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Dr. Foster lived in old fashioned London, and was content to stay there; As red roses are content being caressed, by the wind from everywhere. Dr. Foster loved his daily routine, like the violet repeat of honeyed days; And he stuck to their rhythm faithfully, like a valentine heart, ever stays. Besides, his work kept him quite busy, easing...

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My Valentine has a ticket to ride, So London town beware! New wings will carry her up north, A pass to Leicester Square. Let Big Ben toll and chime aloud, St James Park should prepare, The hustle of the Covent calls, For her to stop and stare. Our Festival will a singing show, But not a stage needs she, For...

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The things of which we cannot speak Make us become we cannot say The thing brought back from yesterday That praised the strong and crushed the weak That thing whose name we cannot name That fathers fought to keep at bay The thing we thought had gone away Now clothes our parliament in shame Klaus Barbie made their king of spies Elon von...

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On Englands streets its people gather in ones twos Threes in their thousands for this matter.' To stand and March to celebrate the very essence that made their country great.' There will be burghers plumbers tailors and Farmers; surveyors councillors barbers, and no harmers Ex police and soldiers too.' Professors lecturers and maybe you? Clever and not so (...

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Under the veil of a velvet night, The Thames gleam softly, silver-bright. A foreigner walks, her heart alive, Breathing a city where dreams arrive. The river whispers its timeless tale, Of kings and poets, of ships that sail. Streetlamps cast their amber glow, On cobbled paths where footsteps flow. She lingers by the water’s edge, A quiet soul at the world’s great ledge. Big Ben...

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An old friend visited today, no longer young Men Our hair changed, not with dyes or clippers anymore Two silver foxes, a little rounder than before We both have partners now, I have kids Where once warehouse raves and Oxford st debauchery stood Now roast pork and red wine abound A bottle shared, just slightly older than the story of us The...

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