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10 of the Best Poems about London

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The greatest London poems

Poetry is perhaps more readily associated with the natural world and the countryside than the world of smog and streets, shops and tower blocks, that we call the city. But throughout the history of English literature, famous poets have been drawn to the city of London as a subject for poetry – and so below we have chosen ten of the best poems about London, from the Middle Ages to the modern age. What do you think are the finest London poems?

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There Was A Young Lady Called May

There was a young lady called May
Who went to roll in the hay.
A naughty gnome
Said, “you should be at home”.
She replied, “come hither and play”!

There Was A Young Man From Prussia

There was a young man from Prussia
Who married a girl from Russia.
All went well
Then, sad to tell,
Prussia invaded Russia!

Would you like a free electronic copy of my latest collection of poetry, “Refractions”?

From today (Monday 19 September) until Friday 23 September, I am offering my readers a free electronic copy of my recently published collection of poetry, “Refractions”.

If you would like to receive a free copy of “Refractions” please send an email to:

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While there is no obligation on recipients to review “Refractions”, it would be much appreciated if those in receipt of a free copy would please consider...

Vulture

He met a vulture
Of sculpture
Fine.
To him she did seem divine.
Her words
Would the pretty birds
Charm
And all scruples disarm.

No alarm
He heeded
Though his conscience pleaded,
But none interceded
And the ground was seeded
With a poisoned crop.

Chop, chop
Her beak went
And a heart
Was forever rent.
He played his part
And set it down as art.

“All of Me” John Legend

Chiffon

Shimmering
In chiffon.
In fabric sheer
She passes near
Then is gone.

Shadows on the wall
I recall.
One can not catch a shade
For it is made
Of moonbeams
And passing dreams.

Tree

A tree may in beauty branch,
It’s leaves in the pure air,
Without a care
Dance

Tuneful birds,
Their song more precious than words
May in freedom sing
And solace bring
To the troubled soul.

The goal
Of girl and boy
Is joy.
Yet how easily does the wind of passion
Fashion
The fine tree in the crooked way.

The leaves say
Words
That cause the birds
To fly away.
One or two may stay
And the tree
By slow degree
Twists so it no longer resembles it’s noble shape.

The landscape darkens
And the vulture h...

Daffodils (with Apologies to William Wordsworth)

Ah, daffodils
That do banish all ills,
By performing a spritely dance.
Oh the romance
Of it all,
But then the rain did fall.
The flowers where beaten down
And the earth did drown
In a deluge most foul
Which made the poet scowl!

My dog did howl
For in my haste
To taste
Nature’s beauty
I forgot his towel
And my duty
To keep both him and I
Dry!

Oh blasted daffodils
And rain soaked hills!
I need my pills
For I feel chills
That will lay me low
So to the good doctor I must go!
Hey ho
I will roman...