Poems

Aliens are green,
They are mean.
Four eyes they own,
I think they’re sewn.

Aliens are made out of slime,
I wouldn’t keep it as mine.
For them, it is hard to spell.

The twinkle of the eye
A spark of energy
Shimmers dazzlingly
Never to die.

It dances slowly,
As if on a stage,
Prancing with its reflection
Off the Thames.

The Thames waves
To the sleeping houses,
Flowing to the song
Of London city.

The houses of parliament gaze half asleep:
Keeping guard over its home city
Protecting its territory.

The Westminster bridge
Sits patiently watching,
scanning the horizon for ships.

The city of London is waking,
Yawning into the day.
The sun is rising from its slumber,
And dawn is slowly breaking.

The London Eye,
giving an enjoyable experience
to all of its audience,
providing a pleasant ride.

Westminster Bridge,
dipping its many legs in the Thames,
strong and sturdy,
letting people walk over it with pride.

The famous Thames,
flowing smoothly, never stopping,
bragging about being one of the very best rivers.

Big Ben,
standing tall but looking small
Compared to the giant London Eye,
Whilst in the cold air of the night, it shivers.

The London Eye
illuminates the sky
filling it with bright colours

The Thames
dances as the audience
of the city watches in amazement.

The Queen Elizabeth tower
gazes over the city
taking care of all the people.

St. Michael’s Mead
a Mead with heart,
waiting to help people
make a new start.

At the very centre
trees hold hands,
guarding a monument
like the king’s top man.

The sky’s clouds were muddled,
waiting to be solved
by the puzzled trees
who were many years old.

Zebras are black and white,
owls are always right.
Giraffes are tall,
mice are small.
Cheetahs are fast,
hippos come last
Elephants are big,
a stick animal looks like a twig.
That’s what I know about animals.
Oh… and camels have humps
that look like massive bumps.
That’s all I know about animals.

Green leaves shadows dance
Sunshine blinds curious eyes
Dripping popsicle

The London Eye
Scours the darkness
Like a guard.

Canary Wharf
Howls to the moon
Like an alarm
Other buildings listen intently.

Parliament
Admires himself
In the reflection of the Thames
Museums frown upon his vanity.

The sun rises over the Shard
Staring straight through it
As if it were a magnifying glass.

The London Eye
Keeps watch over London,
gleaming like a star
to the whole of the city.

The River Thames vanishes,
as darkness invades the city.

The clock tower, waiting to chime midnight;
buildings get ready for an oncoming day.

Westminster Bridge
relaxes as London dies down,
fading into the landscape.

Big Ben
gracefully sings
to the River Thames.

The London Eye
gazes across the whole of London
seeing what wonder
would come next.

Westminster Bridge
arches its back,
in the night about to turn black.

The River Thames
washes itself
swimming away to the sound of London.