Two thousand years of history
The loves and fears of time
The mighty tower beside the Thames
Where all the power has slept
The ghosts of Rome and Saxon times
In England's home and cradle
The worst that man could ever do
The finest that can be
A city teems with million souls
And also dreams for all their hearts
In all the world no finer place
Could keep me furled in dreams and verse
Beside the River old and wide
The potent giver over years
My London lies beside the Thames
And my heart cries its name
Author notes
Not sure what this is, But "no end-line rhyme" was too tempting...
A contest entry
- Poems of a City by NurseChilly.
1800 points, ended April 11, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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a little London/Thames ditty... not too bad on sporadic rhyme, you just couldn't help yourself huh??
lolol
many thanks for entering and good luck
G.x
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You said no end-line rhyme!!!!
So I rhymed all the middles
It was fun and cheeky and rather me I thought.
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thumbs up!
...a man who loves his City!
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"My London lies beside the Thames
and my heart cries its name..."
A Perfect ending, Poet...it got to me.
Love, Lane
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Yet another piece well descricbed yet, so not you. Ah well, these ladies have you on a spin...back to rhyme young man....
Good luck to you in this contest.
Passions
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Cor strike a light, gavna!
Cue Eric Coates' "Knightsbridge March". What I love most about London is the view of Greenwich from the other side of the river.
Actually this is a fine poem.
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Is it?
Yes Greenwich from the Isle of Dogs is wonderful, I don't suppose you have seen it from Canary Wharf though.
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