Whitechapel Poems - Poems about Whitechapel

...Wanton women of Whitechapel Desperate and destitute Weakened from want Shrunken stomachs barren of bread Dying from disease in dingy dosshouses Selling themselves on the streets for shillings t......Read the rest...

...Whitechapel, you must watch for me. Your streets unlit, they are dark and dreary. Those ladies of night go passing by. I’ve chosen my victim, the one to die. I Lurk, I follow, I know this place. ......Read the rest...

...A nice cruise from New York, I thought From down by Pier two-one I thought I'd head to England For a good old spot of fun An Ocean trip, some nice fresh air Eleven days at sea I tho......Read the rest...

...At the end of a dry, harsh August, as Autumn slowly descends upon Whitechapel, I begin my vicious practice. From Buck’s Row to Hanbury Street, I make each house call brief. My methods most prec......Read the rest...

...In Dickensian time Upon sunset hour Overshadowing Thames Is London Tower Blackened cobble streets Shimmer in the rain Big Ben at Westminster Chimes an eight bells refrain At Euston Station......Read the rest...

...The wretched street-haunters of London tell me where are their vile homes, The gin palaces alone invites them into a warmth that burns their hearts, The dreary lodging houses scenes of filth they spe......Read the rest...

...It is a Sunday morning in spring the bright sun shines in Bethnal-green, Wander along a path between the church, the railway towards Whitechapel, For one day there are beautiful flowering gardens thr......Read the rest...

...when the knife goes in the cuts had a sure purpose to preserve organs......Read the rest...

...The narrow lane led to an awful place With its own page in the annals of history, Where once was committed a murder most foul It’s perpetrator to date still a mystery Thirteen, Millers Court in......Read the rest...

...And you will know me by the trail of dead, the whistle of wind in cutthroat pipes, the jolly japes and spring heeled capers in the sepia pulp of the Sunday papers and in all the Jack Tar bilge in......Read the rest...