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

Poems you will love


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

Poems you may like :

Enigma

Enigma short poem

She was like a blooming flower on that colorful vase. Swaying away to all that glitters.. flashing smiles, vibrant .. Radiant.. She was a bold reflection of self-doubt, provoked by silence elusive as a dream.. as moon light crossed her

A Modern Lover’s Plea

A Modern Lovers Plea short poem

I’ll not promise you stars Or a fleet of gleaming cars, But a dwelling you’ll find Where everyone to you will be kind; I promise not gold and silver, But to keep you happy I’ll endeavour, Clothes you’ll have enough

Beauty

Beauty short poem

Lost in the world of fragrance I open my eyes and here i found myself in the garden Oh that’s the beauty of flowers in the garden. Lost in the world of happiness I open my eyes and here i

In Making

In Making short poem

Spurred the kerosene to burn the logistics. I had moved on untrodden snow of tanned gifts. There was no tomorrow for me, living from moment to moment. The warships had moved into positions. Adoring the monotheisn, I still loved many

Anger

Anger short poem

Anger turns you away Holding that poison within your mind Your body and soul consumes you It diminishes your aura like acid And you allow this person to always be a factor To be the bigger person you have to

The Tick And The Tock

The Tick And The Tock short poem

Sitting in a car park Staring at the rains Musing in a car park Counting all my pains Observing the world As it passes me by Watching it go Through warm sleepy eyes Moments slip by As we leave them

Dead Flesh

Dead Flesh prose poem

My inability to get hurt Like dead flesh It doesn’t hurt like a fresh rose When stomped Dead flesh sees future Of being hung After cut for steaks.. It doesn’t complain or Can it complain after being dead? Feathers ceded

And She Was Lost..

And She Was Lost.. short poem

She did know what she felt in a moment She was overjoyed and heartsick at the same time She would never tell how she perceived She would stay quiet, calm and decided to keep it to herself She had lost

My Beloved

My Beloved short poem

My beloved you are so sweet Your beauty even Spring can’t beat Warm more than scorching sun heat Our hearts are blended to meet I have not seen beauty like you Very many come cross and through What to learn

Aims And Ambitions Of A Beggar

Aims And Ambitions Of A Beggar long poem

With endless poverty gleaming in their eyes, Dreams, desires and will to live; Everything has faded to get fled, In a beggar; a living dead, A zombie on the streets. With an affirmative urge in hesitation, Cohesively willing to die

The Secrets We Hide

The Secrets We Hide short poem

We struggle to have meaning in this world which we all know we try but yet we wonder where we all should go hidden in the questions which we can not find the answers are all hidden deep inside our

What Makes Me Cry

What Makes Me Cry short poem

When the storm blew away the roof of an old couple. It makes me cry When a husband leave behind his wife and son. It makes me cry When a frustrated mother starts drinking. It makes me cry When a

Groups In The Neighbourhood

Groups In The Neighbourhood prose poem

The days are peaceful in our streets, schools of pupils upon their seats But when night draws in, it’s a different story, crowds of teenagers in their glory. They start to gather on the neighbours’ wall and begin kicking their

Fire

Fire long poem

Glistening sacred fire brightens every life casting off ignorance renews pure white minds in unison to design eternal Calm to pacify the heart rending misery crumbling innocence. Fire of wisdom baffles the literates to fathom the depth of intelligence That

Perfect Myself

Perfect Myself short poem

I am who I am Nothing else just myself No concentration, no dillutions Just only the way I am.. You may think me as illusion But I exist in real I am who I am For those out who wish

A Stranger

A Stranger short poem

You were a stranger A stranger for whom I didn’t care To meet you, was my worst nightmare. The first time I saw you, All seemed so vague. I had no desire to impress The thoughts were less to express.

Trapped In A Word

Trapped In A Word short poem

What is love????? Is it pain. Is it fame. Is it for real. Or Is it just a word? Don’t say love because it sounds good, because it’s the right thing to do, the mood is right, or because I

Abdication

Abdication short poem

It was a domestic pain, when we came apart in boots and helmets. Taking the shine away, moon gave up the fight on lake, against the clouds, a sniper intuitingly, started a homicidal blasting to start the rains. An ode

We And The Good Earth

We And The Good  Earth prose poem

A date set apart in the world calendar In honor and reverence of the great good Earth Is aptly in keeping with the need of the hour And a well thought of welcome gesture ! It’s time we owe allegiance