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Poem Details | by david bucknell |
Categories: london,

Lone Londoner

I look at this wonder, 
This art, 
The landscape behind her blushes, 
Lone Londoner, 
She defeats my love, 
Trumps my harmony, 
Warms my blood, 
She beats my heart, 
Passion in her eyes, 
Collapse my brain, 
Love is devotion, 
Dedicated to her will, 
To cry, 
To sob at happiness, 
I really can not explain, 
I love.

Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: bird, heart, humor, irony, love, myth, pain,

The Gift of Eros

The Gift of Eros

Aloft flies Eros; mischief fluttered wings
With silent rustle whisper overhead
By arrows pierced; the hearts of knaves and kings
The chilly grave, the restless lover’s bed
Blue London air, red Piccadilly light
Above the shifting crowd and constant noise
In summer heat, in neon and the night
He aims his slender bow with perfect poise
Aloft flies Eros; underneath his feet
As shadows of the Circus slowly shift
I contemplate my own love, bitter, sweet
The wound that Eros wrought in me, the gift
And as I turn my tears up to the sky
A pigeon drops an arrow in my eye

by Gail

Poem Details | by L'nass Shango |
Categories: passionlonging,

This is the brawl

This is the brawl in which my life began
For I did not live, did not become a man
Until I could speak in the chaos of the crowd
Ran with smoky eyes 
Beside the living love of a fellowman
While police dogs sniffed our heels
And bit the butt of our debates
Leaving only mangled arguments
About decisions being made for us.
Today in London I measure growth
In the fraction of our blood
That flowed more like rivers before
And always I remember the taste of salt
The natal blood on my tongue
God's own symbol of my redemption
Each time I am born
So this fire alone I come fearless
Of death, longing to be born again.

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, betrayal, blessing, cheer up, city, confidence, cute love, deep, desire, earth, england, environment, feelings, garden, green, happiness, happy, i love you, imagination, irony, joy, july, june, london, love, love hurts, meaningful, missing you, nature, nice, nostalgia, passion, places, relationship, romance, romantic, sad love, seasons, simple, solitude, spiritual, spring, summer, true love, uplifting, vacation, weather, wisdom,


Chairs lined with stripes, 
green and white,
became ski jump ramps
for feelings, innocent and pure,
taking off from the edge
hoping to defy the gravity of fears. 

Only a lucky few made it,
others turned into tears
landing on the grass of Green Park
as the warm air was getting dark.

Poem Details | by Elisabeth Sheaffer |
Categories: absence, love, war,

Lost in Action 1917

I might see you in London in three days,
Then shaking hands in gesture of farewell
They move apart, going separate ways.

With anxious feelings she can scarce dispel,
She turns just once to wave to him again
Then hurries on, hoping all will be well.

When he is gone the truth becomes quite plain,
Her life must carry on in duty's ways
To help the others who will wait in vain.

Then as the nation clings to hope and prays
And life leads each one in different ways,
She can always hear his voice as he says
I might see you in London in three days.

Poem Details | by Thomas Martin |
Categories: beauty, london, love,

So Beautiful

are so beautiful even now
in memory
I regret leaving our letters
in a trunk in the north end

Poem Details | by Thomas Martin |
Categories: girlfriend, london, lost love,

buttermilk sky

buttermilk sky
clouds race the moon
walking through russell square
where we first embraced our love

Poem Details | by Denitia Boshoff |
Categories: farewell, friendship love, life, london, loss, love hurts,


It doesnt hurt anymore 
Like it hurt me before
So just walk out the door.

Love is a four letter word
Its a two edged sword 
That can scar you for life.
Love has a bitter sweet taste
Precious time that you waste
In a world full of strive.

Let it go let it flow off of you
Let it settle like dew
On a flower in spring
Wait for the sun to come take
All thats left of that ache
So your healing begings

And it dont hurt any more
Like it hurt me before
All i want is my heart
So it's best that we part

Poem Details | by Jeremy Jeffers |
Categories: appreciation, celebration, devotion, joy, london, love, pride,

Your Majesty

Your Majesty

Long have you reigned undeterred
While in the world Darkness has Stirred
The Light your Illuminating from your noble face
Shines out with your blessings and grace

As our queen you rule with poise
Within our hears a joyful noise
A song of pride and adoration
From a grateful people and grateful nation

So much weight with that crown you bear
But that great burden you cannot share
In your struggle we firmly stand
Wishing we could lend a helping hand

With out Sovereign our loyalties lie
And from out souls we shout and cry
"God save our great and gracious Queen"
The Best the world has ever seen

November 2014

Poem Details | by Thabang Ngoma |
Categories: africa, international, love,

International Love

I snowed love
   In Moscow
I showed love
   In Warsaw

I kissed love
   In Paris
I romanced love
   In Rome

I showered love
   In London
I lived love
  In Sweden

I sited love 
   In Dubai
I tasted love
   In Mumbai

I burnt love
   In Jamaica 
I fell in love
   In Africa

Poem Details | by Gordon McConnell |
Categories: holiday, life, travel,

Fly Away

Fly around the world
that would be great
start in the US of A
touch down in every state

Visit the continent of Africa
love the city of Cape Town
so much colour there to see
makes one never to frown

Travel across all of Europe
visit many great places
London, Paris, Rome to name a few
showing many different faces

Then down to lands down under
New Zealand land of Kiwi
crossing all over Australia
such vast land to fully see

There's so much more to see
but time gets in the way
maybe for another time
and on another day

Poem Details | by William Robinson |
Categories: children, love, people,


Little Lucy Lancelot lunching on an apricot,
Looking like a lovely London lady.
Bully Billy Ballantine wants to be her valentine,
But Lucy loves the goodly Graham Grady. 

Poem Details | by DHRUTI THAKKAR |
Categories: introspection


Counselor, mother, teacher and wife.
Sister in law of aditi, dhwani and sonu.
Love of nature, God, and teaching.
Who feels nurtured, compassionate and cared.
Who fears God, failure and water.
Who would like to see London, Paris and Switzerland.
Resident of India, Mumbai.

Poem Details | by Carl Halling |
Categories: dance, london, lost love, love, romance, sun, youth,

West London in the Sun

West London in the sun,
Last summer of the millennium,
We were in love
And having fun,
But fun wouldn't last too long,
Love didn't have too long to run.

You, a Dance kid 
Of sweet nineteen,
Your record collection 
Was Rock and Roll free,
Me, a relic 
From a bygone scene.

We had nothing we could talk about,
All you ever did was shout,
About the DJs you'd seen,
In Ibiza and Berlin, 
In the Babylons of Dance,
I didn't stand a chance.

West London in the sun
Last summer of the millennium,
We were in love
And having fun,
But fun wouldn't last too long,
Love didn't have too long to run.

Poem Details | by khulud shahid |
Categories: money,



Poem Details | by Kat Crane |
Categories: cowboy-western, life, places

Texan Rose

London rain and Texan skies
Warm my heart and thrill my eyes
Flooded streets and clouds for miles
Think I’ll stay here for a while

Bright red buses and trusty steeds
Carry my spirit wherever they lead
City bustling and cattle at graze
This is where I spend my days

Royal parks with Texas Rangers
Sounds of home could not be stranger
London Symphony plays Tex Ritter
Here is where you’ll see me linger

Buckingham Palace address Dealey Plaza
My horizon spans farther and vaster
Cockney slang welcomes y’all
To a place my happiness befalls

Union Jack flies Stars and Stripes
A family parted again unites
An English rose with roots state side
A love of each, to both I’m tied

Poem Details | by Gary Wayne Hill |
Categories: children,

Don't Go Hunting The Elemu

Don’t go hunting the Elemu They love to run wild and free And I doubt that you’ll even glimpse one For they are invisible you see Don’t go hunting the Elemu They really are loving and kind And these lovable creatures Are notoriously difficult to find Don’t go hunting the Elemu They are the shy and retiring type They’ll simply hide and avoid you They really hate the hype Don’t go hunting the Elemu You’ll not find one any way The last one left for London Town Just the other day

Poem Details | by Kishan sharma |
Categories: leadership, leaving, little sister, london, longing, loss, love,

The pain of waiting

Wait waiting for you to wait.
Come on,let me tell you once.
Love you, love you, we love you.
But you can not meet us once.

You have been irresponsible, irresponsible.
But do not come.
Why do not you.
You love us now.

Tell me today why do you have
Become a friend from me.
Or you are not with us.

Poem Details | by Jeremy Street |
Categories: baby, baptism, love,

An American Bastard In London

Surfing her parks hanging out at the johns
Playbook play writes recipricated his southside
Invasion rock their dock in red rag love make-up wardrobe ?
We knew of a bit it was your solo show and she really likes her numbers
Makes the _itch feel somehow secure while their slobbering about someone's
Fornication playing songs as cutting lines desperation pegged in tears surfing this goodbye.

Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: death, london, love,

We Too Shall Overcome

clearly looking above the guilt
held fast like a driving rain
a soiled skin laced with sin

celebration of love     lost
in shadows of the Thames
burnt to dust in shame

hearts held as one
we too shall overcome
in body and blood lies love

Poem Details | by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories: dedication, love, happy, wedding, old, happy, london, old, wedding,

Will and Kate

There is a wedding in old London town
A handsome man and his radiant bride
Ivory silk made up her graceful gown.
A merry throng had gathered in the street
To see the carriage in which they would ride
They cheered to the rhythm of marching feet
The bells are ringing out the happy news
To tell the world a prince now has a wife
With waving flags of red, white and blues
The man who shall be king has found his queen
And together they stand in love and life
As one to face the joys as yet unseen
There is a wedding in old London town
The bells are ringing out the happy news

Poem Details | by Pretend Its Poetry |
Categories: emotions, feelings, first love, i love you, light, london,


It is strange to think,I have not seen you in a month.
I have seen the new moon,but not you.
I have seen sunsets and sunrises,but nothing of your beautiful face.
The pieces of my broken heart can pass through the eye of a needle.
I miss you like the sun misses the flower.Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter.
Instead of beauty to direct its light to,the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has sent me to.
I next compete in Paris.I'll find it empty and cold if you're not there.
Hope guides me.It gets me through the day and especially the night.The hope that after you leave my sight it will not be the last time I look upon you.

Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: food, life, love,

Long Leisurely Lunch

   Lazy, long, leisurely lunch,
    Lolling, laughing, lingering,
     O'er lamb-stew, linguini 'n lager.

   In Louisville, Los Angeles, Las Vegas,
    London, Lisbon, or Lyon;
     At Los Olivos, Las Palmas, La Paloma,
      La Scala, La Baguette, or La Castilla:

   Let lunch lie palatially on your palate,
    Let lunch slowly settle in your limbs,
     Let lunch last always:
      Let it lustrate and luminate
       Life lived long and lived well.

Poem Details | by Rachel St.Cross |
Categories: beautiful, girl, love, autumn,

Tender Splendour

Twas the Autumn of two thousand and nine
Landing in London, with my dearest best friends
Aside my side and John, joking about Sarah's wild hair 
As Tristen enjoyed his drink Karistia, gazing out the window...   

                                                                         ..."In`Progress." *

Poem Details | by Judyth Vary Baker |
Categories: death, family, children, forgiveness, inspirational, life, mothersong, grave, me, song,

Poem Written at the Sussex Hotel, London,04/04/04 After Death Threats

Because I have so little time, I only hope, for what is mine-- in my blood so dark and hot is a bright and fevered spot-- O let me be, to sing again without the penalty of pain, lest I, before my time, be torn from life, and to the grave be borne-- my nostrils full of soil, my ears stopp'd by grave and ritual tears-- O let me be, lest they will tread --my children-- on their mother's head before my song for them is done, before my course on earth is run, before they learn the song I sing: that love can conquer everything.
this poem is written in the shape of a funereal urn