Sorrow London Poems
These Sorrow London poems are examples of London poems about Sorrow. These are the best examples of London Sorrow poems written by international poets.
I Am Sorry, To Pat, of Edmonton, N 18 and Tottenham Technical College, N 17, London, Circa 1961To me there is not justice in this world,
and no God awaiting us either.
So who, therefore, could freely harm an innocent soul,
and then each night...
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london, emotions, feelings, hurt, innocence,
From Gandam To London All Sing Your GloryOh dear merciful Father of Heaven, our God,
Devotion brings faith, for knowledge we nod.
A little clay lamp in remote village gives light,
Street light shines in...
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london, feelings, inspirational, life, light,
Wimpole Street, Part 2 of 7(Alfred, Lord Tennyson, the greatest of Victorian
poets, formed a very close relationship with
Arthur Hallam and frequently visited the Hallam
home in Wimpole Street. After Hallam's...
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london,
Brompton CemeteryA place of sorrow that brings such comfort,
One of death yet cherished by the living,
The lines of tombs and ancient burials mean naught,
Compared to the...
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london, appreciation, bereavement, death, life,
London As the LieuUntil recently, I had the impression
Of decaying
Along with the moral standards
Of contemporary Europe,
With London as the lieu
To which all Autoroutes lead.
...
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Categories:
london, angst, anxiety, dark, depression,
1843London’s clock just struck three
A forewarning of events to follow
The gloomy afternoon, an old mans delight
The weather of no concern, working late into the night
The...
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Categories:
history, london, sorrow,
Kingdom LostIn summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As...
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london, adventure, betrayal, change, conflict,
Can You Feel MeFeel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on...
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Categories:
london, abuse, age, beautiful, blue,
Lady LondonWhat trace of shadow, of language long and distempered in memorial
elegy, of abbeys as dismembered dolls lifted from their wrappings, of
hallowed grounds embedded with upturned...
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Categories:
london, loss, places, sorrow, old,