Top 100 Poems About: LONDON

In this page, poems on / about “london” are listed.
  • 1.
    A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London

    Never until the mankind making
    Bird beast and flower
    Fathering and all humbling darkness
    Tells with silence the last light breaking read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 2.
    Deaths and Entrances

    On almost the incendiary eve
    Of several near deaths,
    When one at the great least of your best loved
    And always known must leave read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 3.
    ** Heroin **

    The brazen winds
    Swipe across the sea of mint
    Opening the bizarre night of sin
    Leaving no hint read more »

    Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
  • 4.
    Memory of my Father

    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 »

    Patrick Kavanagh
  • 5.

    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 »

    Spike Milligan
  • 6.
    Holy Thursday (Innocence)

    Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean
    The children walking two & two in red & blue & green
    Grey headed beadles walked before with wands as white as snow
    Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters flow read more »

    William Blake
  • 7.
    For Selma

    In places like
    Selma, Alabama,
    Kids say,
    In places like read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 8.
    England! awake! awake! awake!

    England! awake! awake! awake!
    Jerusalem thy Sister calls!
    Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death
    And close her from thy ancient walls? read more »

    William Blake
  • 9.
    Lines and Squares

    Whenever I walk in a London street,
    I'm ever so careful to watch my feet;
    And I keep in the squares,
    And the masses of bears, read more »

    Alan Alexander Milne
  • 10.
    Happy the Lab'rer

    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 »

    Jane Austen
  • 11.
    The Barrel-Organ

    There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street
    In the City as the sun sinks low;
    And the music's not immortal; but the world has made it sweet
    And fulfilled it with the sunset glow; read more »

    Alfred Noyes
  • 12.
    Shakespeare's Kingdom

    When Shakespeare came to London
    He met no shouting throngs;
    He carried in his knapsack
    A scroll of quiet songs. read more »

    Alfred Noyes
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