LovePoetryLoveLondon

Public poetic responses to the Capital, sent in by walkers, dwellers and visitors.

Close to the chipped white steps of the Southbank centre, I fondly recall the time I had sex beneath them.
I grimace and wonder where we’re going to fuck next.

Walking to Amy’s
In old Camden Town.
Looking for answers,
Where they just can’t be found.

The skies over Big Ben were drab and grey

It still pisses it down, even when I get paid.

Numerous Locations

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