He is special
all I want to say is…
I love you
My Boyfriend
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May 19, 2017
by
aged
Poems
The Time Has Come
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May 19, 2017
by
aged
The London Eye
Gazes –
While twirling round slowly,
over the Thames.
The Thames surveys the sky
giving each vain star a mirror.
Parliament frowns,
its curtains closing,
watching the wise, old moon.
Big Ben thunders twelve
warning everyone
the time has come.
London in the Dusk
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May 19, 2017
by
aged
Westminster Abbey
beams: so proud.
Its white bricks, loud,
glowing in the night.
The London Eye’s height
is eye-popping.
It slowly dances
in an endless performance
for London.
Lights from terraces
wink wryly at each other
as London loses light.
The Elizabeth Tower rises
above London,
its four faces glare
at the London Eye,
listening to Big Ben blare.
Bridges compete for the ‘most usage’ award,
endless buildings try to sleep.
The Thames runs through London,
winning the marathon
in a heartbeat.
Venice It’s Late
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May 19, 2017
by
aged
The canal sits
Calmly waiting
For dawn to break.
The clock tower claps
As it reaches 12 o’clock
Shouting,
Venice, it’s late!
Houses snore;
the city sleeps-
as it waits
for daybreak.
The ice cream stools stand
Tall and proud
Shivering in the moon light.
The city sleeps
As it waits,
Waits for new life.
The London Eye
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May 19, 2017
by
aged
The London Eye
It twists and turns
Throughout the day and night.
It peers
Over the Thames
Looking over London.
It keeps watch over
The Houses of Parliament
Waiting for discussions to be made.
It glances over Big Ben,
Waiting for it to strike 12.
Spinning and spinning
Until it turns to dusk,
Waiting for the moment to come-it must
The Secrets of London
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May 19, 2017
by
aged
The London Eye,
Stands tall,
Scanning the city,
Watching-waiting.
The River Thames,
Waits calmly,
Peering over the city,
At dusk.
Westminster Abbey,
Sits patiently,
In the icy breeze,
Yawning its head off.
Big Ben,
Stands proud,
Communicating,
To the London Eye.
The Westminster Bridge,
Stretches its back,
As cars go by.
The O2,
Curves over,
Shivering in the cold,
Waiting to be seen again.
A Night in London
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May 17, 2017
by
aged
Westminster Abbey,
awaits to inhale more
politics
Wind sprints through the city,
dodging buildings;
the themes waves at the city.
The Queen Elizabeth Tower,
tells the city the time.
The London Eye sees everything,
twirling its eye,
scanning the city.
As the lights go out;
the city sleeps
snoring loudly
as the London Eye lazily moves