London Poems

London poems bring the best collection of short and long london poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great london rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these london poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on london are here for you.

London Town

London Town short poem

Here come the lights, what’s that I see? New blocks rising, no sympathizing, progress must be made, Here come the machines to take over from the spades, churning up the history, now to remain a mystery, that doesn’t matter, we

London Fog

London Fog short poem

In the London fog she walks like light Light as soft as the lofty stars Dreams are haunted Liverpool ships Herdwick sheep bleating by Lake Windermere She sounds the bells of destiny Oscar Wilde with a black cane Morose of

The Fiddler At London’s Tower

The Fiddler At Londons Tower sonnet poems

Fernando, I do sincerely extol thee. You were as much passionate in symphony as you were in death, which you faced willfully. Cursed were the cruel war machines that silenced thee. But still to celestial heights they lifted thee. For

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Wicked Cahoots

Wicked Cahoots short poem

When he made his first personal appearance in the dirty alley on someone else’s rusty bike, screaming along in a cloud of dust, it rendered us all speechless and motionless. But I was amazed that despite his grey-faced surliness, he

Poems containing references to : London

Freddy The Flea

Freddy The Flea long poem

Freddy the flea moved in here with me, and his family were queued up behind. I said ‘it’s a cheek’, but he looked pretty bleak, so I said c’mon in’ ‘cos I’m kind. In they all trotted, and now they

American Dreams

American Dreams long poem

Roaring engines blow sand from the shoulder of a broken mirror, They scream into the night. Candy coats capture passing glances, The shine dances with a golden streetlight, Casting gilded dust over newly discovered worlds, Toledo and Boston, Chicago and

City Lights

City Lights short poem

City lights so bright Alluring, fascinating sight Like earthly stars from afar A far away kingdom beyond par City buildings so tall Their peaks cannot be seen at all Grand cold concrete structures Stand aloof as if part of nature

A Simple Old Man With Righteousness Rife

A Simple Old Man With Righteousness Rife sonnet poems

The simple old man cherished self-determination, For he knew how harsh past subjugation had been; He spent his last days ameliorating his city from within, Restoring harmony by easing friction led to his elation; Hark! The baleful bell of belligerence

Atop A Highland Hill

Atop A Highland Hill elegy

Atop a windswept highland hill above Locheil land Clansmen gathered roun and shook the prince’s haun They raised the standard high cheered till they were hoarse Followed the flying heron across the highland gorse. A,wa tae London toon wi hopes

No Title

No Title short poem

I can feel it rain in my mind watering my thoughts with wisdom Freedom is what we desire I hate dreaming I rather drown in my thoughts Swimming pool full of thoughtless souls Food for sinful souls Riding horse backs Get

I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love

I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love prose poem

I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or

Calico Sentinel

Calico Sentinel short poem

The seedless dandelion tuft arrives on nonexistent breeze settling softly upon fluffy feline tail observed by the one male kitten in the family of four who quickly pounces upon his prey immediately swatted sideways he dives for obscure safety among

The Violin Maker

The Violin Maker long poem

The Violin Maker awakes and heats his glue in a coffee can rigged on a hotplate. He is aged and stiff like his wood piles of it stacked and waiting spruce special ordered from Ohio oak pieces from a broken

Plasma Screen

Plasma Screen short poem

It was an absent answer. Terror was one abyss in unhindered waking of eternity in being. The passions rise between downpour of black rings on the terraces, was nonstop a parade of excuses and pretentions, no body was taking the

Napoleon’s Nostalgia

Napoleons Nostalgia short poem

Corsica, oh my Corsica, Corsica of a thousand charms. Corsica of whose fragrance I can distinguish from France. I delight in your coat of arms, with an image the replica of an emancipated man. You were my childhood paradise, in

Dissociation

Dissociation short poem

Feeding me heroic tales I call drunken fiction, he is still pouring zinfandel down my throat gawking at me the same way he does gazing into the mirror Inching forward with lingering fingers, he pleads. Indifferent, I acknowledge. It’s a

English Cowboy

English Cowboy short poem

I see a Cowboy walking down the street… He looks like he’s a stranger here, from a place I have never been. He tips his hat at the ladies and they are all smiling back at him. If I bought

The Pain Of A Child

The Pain Of A Child long poem

It was dark and gloomy like the east cost of London on a Thursday Yet the call from the hospital gave my mom and I chill and out minds kept I remember the night like it was my birthday The

Charlie Chicken Soup

Charlie Chicken Soup ode

He walks down cobbles and blows bubbles for a pilgrimage of constant troubles, closing doors to tax men, running for milk floats, shunning almighty bible bashers, paints the flags of east London fascists Charlie chicken soup with a head like

The Mighty Words

The Mighty Words long poem

I am a word, the word that came from God, careful how you use me. The creation spoke through ages with so much wisdom, and till today I am alive and live among you, I am not afraid of anyone,

The Legend Of Procris And Cephalus

The Legend Of Procris And Cephalus short poem

The Legend of Procris and Cephalus. based on a painting in the London National gallery “A satyr mourns the death of a nymph “, painting by Pierro de Cosimo Who is this maiden sleeping here This beauty she is dead

A Homeless Haiku Getting Married

A Homeless Haiku Getting Married short poem

In the middle of the night, homeless, a poem begins brooding… walking into a London fog, watching a grey train chugging along a grey track. Someone cuts the train of negative chugging – We see Helen Keller lighting up word-candles

Adrian The Great, Canto 1

Adrian The Great, Canto 1 long poem

The Argument The first canto proposes the entire subject matter through the first few lines, where is stated the tragic plight of those English people that went against Hades, the then wicked monarch of England, who, for the proclamation of

Ash Wednesday 2018

Ash Wednesday 2018 elegy

Ash Wednesday 2018 “I always buy The Big Issue in London because round our way, it’s a load of Romanians. I say, you should look after Your own first”. The ash-smudge as fresh on her forehead as a virgin, painted

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End Of The Line

End Of The Line short poem

The heat of a sultry summers day and the news wasn’t good, you were going away. Vow’s made by the lovers brook are just trickling memories of a love that you took. A heart that once was full of life

It Must Be Jesus

It Must Be Jesus short poem

Music of the harp and a host of angels Singing of his glory. Well I am touched by Your compassion and because of you my cup Runs over. My spirit has been set free! It Must Be Jesus, It Must

Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night short poem

With the brightness of Sun shading away Today is slipping away into yesterday With darkness hovering deep over the skies Tonight is inching towards tomorrow Deep into slumber are the birds,the creatures, the animals so also the roads,the colony and

Vaporization

Vaporization short poem

Death denial of candlelit vigil for a fallen harbor brought the climate change for a flag which flew at half-staff. The noose was tightening around the open-hearted blossoms. A dead sea has started selling its salt to land sharks. These

Three Faces

Three Faces short poem

(1) It was a mix of demons. Honour killing to save the damaged inside. You were found in lotus position, hands tied, buried in a hole. (2) The twin plants: god and goddess of procreativity were shedding trumpet-shaped pink flowers.

The Scream

The Scream short poem

A tiny seed was planted a time ago.. In time came a sprout out of the fertile soil, A lone main sat on a bridge look into space Taking his hands pressed to both cheeks he screamed… It lit a

No Goodbyes

No Goodbyes short poem

It was that wicked drug, Not some contagious bug, That caused a goodbye without a hug. We certainly cried when you died, And our tears eventually just dried, Because your potential to shine was denied. Even though you are dead,

The dawn

The dawn short poem

For those who live in that moment All life is strange. The breeze and wind whispers – New message and mellifluous music, as All flowers are unique with life purpose of their own. The morning chill,breaking sky hues, Fresh dews,

Become My Father

Become My Father short poem

He did not want to climb the spiral helix, a son will be born without him. He said I want to become my father and see the decline. How far shall we go to investigate? An infant wrapped up in plastic

Comparison

Comparison short poem

By candlelight crooked fingers drew a face on water for the sake of sun. Night will tell the fate of flame. Smothers with Magnolia’s gloss. There was an eerie silence near the alarm clock. Time to wake up. The flowers

Monsoon

Monsoon prose poem

When the head begin to reel under the burning sun When the tongue gets dried up in the scorching sun When the body spills sweat like floods due to heat of the Sun When the life become unbearable by the

City

City long poem

As the tram runs on the rails, Weather bitten houses emerge telling tales, Revolutionaries’ urge for freedom, Idealism in poetry and fiction, Reminiscent of immortal singers, Dancers in their grace, Tears trickle down in claustrophobia; yearning for a home which

The Hurt

The Hurt short poem

As I could feel the anger build up I wanted to hurt him with the all the hate and distrust I wanted to stab him As if to kill was a longing desire I had been hurt so why not

Death

Death short poem

Death is so painful. When you lose someone you love it is so painful. The longing to see them once again is almost unbearable. Their memory will never be forgotten. Their loss can make you feel so rotten. You have

Come to me – ever familiar..

Come to me   ever familiar.. short poem

Come to me as a stranger who is evermore familiar, as a face in our dream that we long to touch, as a voice in our heads that we have forever waiter for, come to me as a stranger, my

Truth

Truth prose poem

Just like mantises, hurrying to finish his last embrace, so to be taken by the husks of his beloved; Like a butterfly, flying to the sun, but hunted by a pale lamb hanging on the dust of the road; Like

Devour

Devour short poem

Devour my soul like a flame, And let the burns show, No one will give you blame, When radiant it will glow! Love will surround the blaze, Tender will be the pain, No winds can then deface, What the soul

Jack And The Box

Jack And The Box long poem

Ladies and gents, You don’t know Jack. Hence I wax poetic To remedy that. Jack has a knack For following the pack. This fool dives in the pool To swim with the rules. He doesn’t judge it lame To remain

Outlook Deteriorating

Outlook Deteriorating long poem

Sitting in the examination room paper crackling under your naked spine the worm of doubt working its way through your pipes just about falling asleep white noise strong as medicine honing the edge of your fever there’s a double tap