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A London Thoroughfare by Amy Lowell
They have watered the street,
It shines in the glare of lamps,
Cold, white lamps,
And lies
Like a slow-moving river,
Barred with silver and black.
Cabs go down it,
One,
And then another.
Between them I hear the shuffling of feet.
Tramps doze on the window-ledges,
Night-walkers pass along the sidewalks.
The city is squalid and sinister,
With the silver-barred street in the midst,
Slow-moving,
A river leading nowhere.
Opposite my window,
The moon cuts,
Clear and round,
Through the plum-coloured night.
She cannot light the city;
It is too bright.
It has white lamps,
And glitters coldly.
I stand in the window and watch the moon.
She is thin and lustreless,
But I love her.
I know the moon,
And this is an alien city.
LONDON IN THE DARK
In Archway it’s dark.
There are no dogs in the park,
It’s quiet but the lights are shining
Bright, at an immense height.
London has a lot of lights .
Even on the London Eye,
But not higher than the sky.
some people are scared of the dark,
even though it shines like a firework.
So the only place to go now is your own home,
On your own.
London at night
The glare of the light
Shine in your eyes
It’s too bright at night
Especially in oxford street
And many touristic places
The moon doesn’t help
She cannot shine the city
All you can hear is the sound of shuffling feet
If you look at of your window I’ll be bright
Because of the shop light …
Is the only thing the thing that will get your attention
London
London is great!But sometimes it’s not.
Cold homeless people with
no food.so they get in a bad mood.
Cabs driving’
one
by
one.As they go down.Lots of colourful ligh
is there an alien invasion?
The lights are jealous
so they lit up,brighter
than the moon!She was sad,i felt sorry
for the moon as well
This is London
By:Ling-ling c:
They have built the streets and brightly shined the lamp of the lights around the buildings.
They have uplifted the streets
Pitch black at night
They make this place feel just right
Multi-coloured bursting through the sky
Bright colours trickling down
No one around
Just me in my zone
All alone
In the dingy alleyway
Sits a vagrant
He’s dependant
He needs someone to spend the night with
A companion,everyone needs help
Everyone is special just like fireworks in the night
They have built the streets
The street lamps shine like the sun
Cold white snow
And ice
Melting like an ice cube
Coloured with the rainbow
Cabs go down the shiny road
one
and another
I can see birds flying high from my window
People laughing on window ledges
Bright people passing along the river themes
The city is cold and dark
The bright coloured street lamps in the dark
People leading into no where
People opposite my window
are playing bingo
The children playing in the streets
all gather up and meet
Through the dark night
we could see people fight
Its too bright
To fly a kite
I stand by my window watching the sun
The sun is round and yellow
But i love her
Good bye sun i will see you tomorrow
I stand in the window and watch the light of the city
Looking out of my window
The city shines at night
And the stars look like balls of light
Birds at midnight are flying so high
Opposite my window
In the corner of my eye
Clear and bright buildings
Stand as still as statues
Through the dark night,
The city is as blinding as the sun
They have watered the street,
It shines majestically in the glare of lamps,
Cold,white lamps,
Shimmering in the night,
Barred with silver and black,
Like a slow moving river.
Cabs go down it,
One,
And then another,
I hear the shuffling of feet.
Tramps doze dreaming for a better tomorrow,
Night walkers pass along the sidewalks,
This city is unique and unpredictable,
Slow moving is the river Thames,
Gracefully spinning is the London Eye,
The never talking Walkie Talkie,
And the never ending Shard,
All glistening in the Moonlight
I stand in the window and watch the Moon
She can just about light the city,
But she can definitely light up your face.
She’s a strong, independent figure,
And I love her,
I know the Moon,
A river leading nowhere,
YEAH THIS IS MY CITY.
They have watered the street ,
It shines in the glare of lamp
The white lamp is as cold as ice .
And people that cant stop lying.
Like snow moving on the river.
Between the shard and the queen’s palace shuffling.
Night-walkers pass along buildings and buildings.
The city is squalid and sinister,with the silver-barred street in the midst,slow-moving.
I stand next to my window,and steer at the moon This city is amazing.
They have cleared the street,
It shines in the glare of the lamps,
Warm, white lamps
And runs,
Like a slow-moving river,
Barred with silver and black,
Cabs go down it,
One,
And then another.
Between them I hear the shuffling of feet.
Citizens doze on their beds,
Night-walkers pass along the sidewalks.
The city is clean and lovely,
With the silver-barred street in the midst,
Slow-moving,
A river leading somewhere.
Opposite my window,
The moon heals ,
clear and round,
Through the plum-colored night.
She can light the city;
It is bright.
It has wight lamps,
And glitters warmly.
I stand in the window and watch the moon.
She is amazing,
And i love her.
I know the moon,
And this is an amazing city.
city
alien
but i love her
watred
cabs
doze
midst
shines
cold
river
clear
lustreless
white
barred
sliver
night -walkers
moon
nice
good
grate
Thank you Rosie and Naadirah. This is very different but it works as a list and reflects the “alien” city.
They have change the streets
It shines in the glare of leister square
Cold white lamps
And lies
Like a slow -moving river
Barred with sliver and black
Cabs go down it,
One,
And then anther.
Between them i hear the shffing of feet.
Along every street
Nitght-walkers pass along the sidewalks.
The city is beautiful and booming,
With the sliver-barred street in the midst,
Slow moving with
A river leading nowhere.
They have watered the streets,
It shines like a diamond
As you see your reflection,
And you find your directions.
Like a slow-moving river,
Leading you to a place
You have never seen before
Between us
I have trust.
The city changes
In a lot of places,
All streets are full of light,
And when you get to know more people they are more polite.
My Dark
Outside my home,
close to where I live,
The dark comes,
I see the great lamp switch on
followed by his friends
scaring him away.
The dark.
I can bear the sight of him,
I turn on my light
That’s what I like.
My type of dark.
Thank you for sharing Ayub. I like the line where the dark is scared away and interesting use of line breaks.
Phoebe
It’s late
Really late
Too early for the sun
The moon’s got the night shift
Trudging along – suitcase rolling behind us.
In the lift too tired to stand – even to make conversation.
London’s trapped in darkness
We get home
Slouch on the sofa
“I’m so tired I could have a holiday!”
London’s trapped in darkness.
Wonderful poem Phoebe. I really enjoyed it. Lovely use of repetition to open the poem. Some wonderful personification and the pace of your poem is very controlled. I”m sure Amy Lowell would have loved this.
LONDON AT NIGHT
Small crimes happened at night but also during the day.
Night-walkers get drunk and get into fights.
The drunk get mad and heart the homeless.
Police drive around looking for the drunk.
The same thing happens somewhere else.
The police get send out again,looking for the man.
Haven’t we noticed a pattern?
The same thing happens every night.
it happens again and again and again!