by Silent One |
Categories:
angel, appreciation, tribute,
They walk amongst us, but in silent ways,
spreading peace and love without any praise.
When thunder roars and lightning strikes in rain
they watch over us, healing bleeding pain.
Yet we do not see their celestial light,
nor do they shed feathers within our sight.
Happy to hide behind unknown faces,
empathy guides them to deprived places.
Heal and soothe, they prevent tears from flowing,
touch our hearts to leave our spirits glowing.
From Sydney to London, Rome to Bombay,
provide moments that take our breath away
Their acts of grace form a ripple effect,
kind gestures that help people to connect.
by Xinyue Zhang |
Categories:
12th grade,
That flowers fall
Like autumn comes and leaves begin to blush
Like rains confess the wild’s restraining souls
Screams the rowdy youth of such fragile rush
Roars our untamed minds from London to Seoul
Speak love, speak hate and He may laugh at thee
At crazed and blinded fixations like fame
But though He sings slow ballads to the sea
So does He mourn unruly souls like Cain
And look, oh look, that flowers fall as well
and blushing leaves shower idlers in fall
Like wind lies, like rain dies, like waves shall swell
Like flowers fall, like me, all things befall
Does Nature not die certain as shall I?
As Nature is beauty, I am alive.
by Gail Foster |
Categories:
bird, heart, humor, irony, love, myth, pain,
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
by David Bucknell |
Categories:
london,
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.
by L'Nass Shango |
Categories:
passionlonging,
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.
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.
by Thomas Martin |
Categories:
beauty, london, love,
you
are so beautiful even now
in memory
I regret leaving our letters
in a trunk in the north end
by Elisabeth Sheaffer |
Categories:
absence, love, war,
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.
by Thomas Martin |
Categories:
girlfriend, london, lost love,
buttermilk sky
clouds race the moon
london
walking through russell square
where we first embraced our love
by Jimmi Canada |
Categories:
assonance, best friend, black love, conflict, cry, engagement, irony, leaving, london, lost, myth, rainbow, truth,
The will shall supplement my fitness,
categorize my songs,
and ejaculate a witness!
He shall shuttle our smiles through the day,
complicate our wrongs,
and dish out the bongs,
sing along with songs,
in rooms of grape with walls of shakes,
tomb smoke and tokens-
taken in by notes,
domes inside zones,
landscaping Vogue-
no real reason to pose unless you are gold.
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
Goodbye
by Thabang Ngoma |
Categories:
africa, 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
by Jeremy Jeffers |
Categories:
appreciation, celebration, devotion, joy, london, love, pride,
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
by Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
food, life, love,
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.
by Gordon Mcconnell |
Categories:
holiday, life, travel,
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
by Kelvin Gathiru |
Categories:
7th grade, america, baseball, blue, football, fun, games,
There is a team in London,
Which consists of youngsters like Mason,
A team greater than Man U 'n Southampton,
A club where love and winning are common.
A team which wears blue,
A club with players who obey's a whistle blew,
It's fans are many and not few,
And they always cheer as the players queue.
A club full of respect,
A football team with no defect,
Whose players always genuflect,
To ensure no racism as a result of dialect.
by Edward Ibeh |
Categories:
celebrity, people,
Winston
Politician, Leader, Orator, Prisoner of War
Son of Lord Randolph and Jennie, husband of Clementine, father of five
Lover of cuban cigars, trenchcoats, and hats
Who feels love, compassion and righteous anger
Who fears defeat, failure, and Adolf Hitler's victory
Who would love to see the end of WWII, Hitler's downfall, and World Peace
Resident of Chartwell in Kent, South East London, England
Churchill
Writing Challenge 2 - Bio Form- January 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart aka "Broken Wings" (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written and posted: 01/28/2019
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.
by Dhruti Thakkar |
Categories:
introspection
DHRUTI THAKKAR
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.
Thakkar
by Kat Crane |
Categories:
cowboy-western, life, places
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
by Carl Halling |
Categories:
dance, london, lost love, love, romance, sun, youth,
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.
by Khulud Shahid |
Categories:
money,
IF I WERE A MILLIONAIRE
I WOULD HAVE No TIME TO SPARE
I WOULD GO ON A WORLD TOUR
FROM BRAZIL,LONDON TO IBIZA
STRAIGHT TO L.A,NEW YORK,VEGAS TO AFRICA
WOULD HAVE VISITED DIFFERENT STATES
WOULD LOVE TO DINE WITH BILL GATES
IF I HAD ALL THE POWER,
I WOULD VISIT THE EIFFEL TOWER
I WOULD GO TO DISNEY LAND
WOULD LOVE TO SEE THE BEATLE BAND
WOULD OWN EVERYTHING I LIKE
CHOCOLATE BARS,DIAMOND RING AND A BIKE
IF,IF AND ONLY IF I WERE A MILLIONAIRE
I WOULD BE FLYING HIGH IN THE AIR.
by Robert Pettit |
Categories:
fantasy, love, social, me,
No matter how much it costs, I do not care.
Please put the Concorde back into the air.
If not, then just fire me out of a big gun.
I want to get to either Paris or London.
There is a little girl waiting for me.
On the continent of Europe is where she will be.
I want to get to the other side of the Atlantic.
I have been both impatient and frantic.
I want to buy my ticket and get on board.
That pretty little woman will be my reward.
Fly me at double the speed of sound.
The other side is where I will be bound.
by Jimmi Canada |
Categories:
city, creation, fate, green, howl, inspirational, london, sad love, tree, true love, vanity, visionary, wine,
So fishy to wish upon the forcery star-
a daze un-far,
to be so alarmed...
Falling car,
no weed-
but then we spar,
to the denial part,
to the serendipity,
to the dark.
by Kishan Sharma |
Categories:
leadership, leaving, little sister, london, longing, loss, love,
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.