Tea TimeLook, 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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Categories:
london, class, history, identity, immigration,
Form: Abecedarian
Bridging the GapMary 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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Categories:
london, fantasy, imagery, nature, nursery
Form: Couplet
Lost in ShadeLost 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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Categories:
emotions, feelings, london, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
This Sceptred Isle
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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Categories:
london, animal, england, humorous, raven,
Form: Rhyme
The lorry driverThe 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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Categories:
london, absence, africa, america, emotions,
Form: Free verse
LondonShoreditch 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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Categories:
london, allegory, allusion, angel, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Snake Queen(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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Categories:
london, appreciation, body, how i
Form: Ballad
A Crown's DesireIn 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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Categories:
divorce, history, london, marriage,
Form: Rhyme
London Bridge is Falling DownLondon 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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Categories:
london, change, poems, poetry, today,
Form: Free verse
Under the WeatherDr. 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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Categories:
beauty, fantasy, home, london,
Form: Couplet
A Valentine In LondonMy 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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Categories:
london, valentines day,
Form: Free verse
The ThingThe 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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Categories:
london, america, anger, conflict, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
Februrary the first for Britain'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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Categories:
london, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
A Night Journey in LondonUnder 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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Categories:
london, city, culture, environment, holiday,
Form: Free verse
London CallingAn 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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Categories:
london, brother, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Specific Types of London Poems
Definition | What is London in Poetry?