Poems About: LONDON

Late on Christmas Eve, a snowman and I
Soar across London, flying so high.
The air all about us feels really bitter;
At Crystal Palace, we see the transmitter. read more »

Mr. Smiggs was a gentleman,
And he lived in London town;
His wife she was a good kind soul,
And seldom known to frown. read more »

Every old man I see
Reminds me of my father
When he had fallen in love with death
One time when sheaves were gathered. read more »

Why is there no monument
To Porridge in our land?
It it's good enough to eat,
It's good enough to stand! read more »

The sun has long been set,
The stars are out by twos and threes,
The little birds are piping yet
Among the bushes and the trees; read more »

Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes!
In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose,
Andhat upon his head, to church he goes;
As oft, with conscious pride, he downward throws read more »

They had a cook with them who stood alone For boiling chicken with a marrow-bone, Sharp flavouring powder and a spice for savour. He could disting ... read more »

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Last night in London Airport
I saw a wooden bin
labelled UNWANTED LITERATURE
IS TO BE PLACED HEREIN. read more »

Starlit eyes,
full of mischief
sunshines as the
windy breeze, read more »

Far in a western brookland
That bred me long ago
The poplars stand and tremble
By pools I used to know. read more »

You soothe my heart, Immersing my body
in your love.Gently you bathe my soul.
Washing away past pain.You centralise
my feeling without words that many believe read more »