Westminster Poems - Poems about Westminster

Westminster Abbey

Westminster Abbey
if only it could speak
ah... the stories

Westminster Winds Senryu

Wish of Passing a Day At Westminster Bridge

Having a wish to wake up very early;
At the time, when people get up barely 
When the entire London will sleep, 
And through the window I will peep. 

I will get out for a walk gently 
And also feel the magical dawn deeply. 
After crossing few miles, with the pleasant feeling of breeze,-
Oh!at last I

Down In Westminster

?
I was  down in Westminster the other night

and there I saw a most horrible sight.

I thought I saw a man without a head.

Cromwell? I asked, or a king long dead?




I then saw a dame with a horrid lurid glance,

not quite the sort you'd be asking for a dance.

If not  Maggy, then who could

Sombrely Upon Westminster Bridge

Earth has not anything to show more dread or drear
And reckless would he be of soul to venture by
A tragic scene  gut-wrenching in its travesty
This city now doth fully its mourning weeds wear

From a shocking afternoon filled with siren blare
Open to violent threats,aimed to terrify
Kids,tourists,passers-by,police and medics cry
In defiance,not broken in the pain soaked

Westminster Abbey

Westminster Abbey,
With all its doors,
Welcomes all,
As church bells implore:
 
Come now England,
And praise thy Lord,
Drop thy shield,
And sheath thy sword,
So that two hands can pray,
Against discord.
 
Inside, the pastor guides his flock,
He alone dares cast the rock:
 
Now, turn thine eyes upon the dead,
And saintly deeds respect,
So that St. Peter at the gates,
Your soul redeems,