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Poems About: LONDON

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  • 109.
    0205 Front porch days

    London, six o'clock in June, two-o-o-five:

    These streets were built in nineteen-five or thereabouts
    in unimaginative grid, on London clay and previous watercress beds read more »

    Michael Shepherd
  • 110.
    Floral Poems of Delight

    A famous poet and artist
    ~~Cicely Mary Barker~~
    born in London eighteen ninety-five
    died in London age seventy-eight read more »

    Joyce Hemsley
  • 111.
    oh my visa application

    Oh! My Visa Application
    Flying to London was a dream
    Enjoying Christmas having ice cream
    To London I wanted to fly read more »

    Anuj Tikku
  • 112.
    A Ballad of London

    AH, London! London! our delight,
    Great flower that opens but at night,
    Great City of the midnight sun,
    Whose day begins when day is done. read more »

    Richard Le Gallienne
  • 113.
    Chalk And Cheese

    Around Camden Market, there's a lively pace,
    But, just minutes away, there's a different place.
    It's as though you have entered another world:
    A whole new kingdom is suddenly unfurled. read more »

    Angela Wybrow
  • 114.
    A London trip

    (One day during the wee hours of the morning I had the following dream and what happened at the end of it? Read. Date of composition 25/08/1987) .

    Busy streets fled past me read more »

    Ravi Panamanna
  • 115.
    The City Of London


    I wrote this in the middle of the night, many years ago.
    My mind went back to when I was a little girl read more »

    Ruth Walters
  • 116.
    The London 'Bobby'

    A Tribute To The Policemen Of Englands Capital

    Here in my cosy corner,
    Before a blazing log, read more »

    Ella Wheeler Wilcox
  • 117.
    Wake Up

    There's people talking
    They talk about me
    They know my name
    They think they know everything read more »

    melodia gauthier
  • 118.
    The homeless

    They linger wearily and lifelessly
    About the barren and bleak
    Back streets of the city's
    poorest regions, for read more »

    Dan Jordan
  • 119.
    Buried My September

    I have no words to say; I am but a man
    a wildfire destined to burn out
    I am crippled by the weight, the weight of the sonnet of silence
    The words, I have no use read more »

    Russell Nero
  • 120.
    I Can't Egg Inside This Feeling

    Feeling of absolute brilliance
    The amazing power of the soul
    What do I do with this feeling? read more »

    Mohammad Nashir
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