Andrew Charalambous

Poetry Anthology

Autumn in London

London, a city where the world gathers in its palm,
Renews itself with autumn's enchanting calm.
As summer fades, a bolder season takes hold,
A tapestry of red, orange, and gold unfolds. ...

The iconic landmarks stand tall and proud,
Bathed in soft sunlight, penetrating through the misty shroud.
Tower Bridge and the London Eye,
Embrace autumn's hues, painting the sky.

The days grow shorter, the nights turn colder,
Christmas approaches, a time of mulled wine and cinnamon odour.
Piccadilly Circus, aglow with dazzling light,
Regent's Park trees, a serene delight.

The gentle breeze carries the scent of fallen leaves,
Nature's whispers rustling underneath our feet.
The Thames, the water glitters and glistens, as if music for an orchestra composed,
As Big Ben chimes, we remember the Victorian London of old.

Soho has theatres, cafes, and pubs abound,
With a melody loud and clear, the thunder and rainfall make a joyous sound.
In London, where day and night, dreams never cease,
People from every corner of Earth mingle, finding solace and peace.

Behold the full moon over Buckingham Palace,,a pearl of night, a nocturnal jewel,
A symbol of London’s bright spirit, the early morning sunrise will be very cool.
Radiating shadows of brown and gold, the chestnut trees open their arms,
Autumns beauty flourishes, casting its charms.

Autumn in London, is a magical affair,
Where sights and sounds overwhelm and ensnare.
Let this poem capture its essence so true,
Autumn in London, a masterpiece to view.

The Brightest Light

In the long dark winter nights of my early years,
When the cold would seep into my bones and ears,
And the fog would swirl in the streetlights’ truth,
My parents’ love was the greatest feeling, my heart ever knew ...

As the darkness crept in earlier each day,
And the world outside turned shades of grey,
My parents warmth was a glowing ray,
A beacon that guided me on my way.

The chill of the night was hard to bear,
But their wisdom and care were always there,
As we huddled together, a heartfelt family affair,
After a hard day’s work, they would still share stories and laughter, for my benefit, without a care.

In those special moments,
That the nights were long, the skies overcast and grey,
My parents though exhausted from work, only kind words would say,
The sunshine they would find for me, and chase all the darkness away.

The winter nights in London, those days were bleak,
And the ice cold, seemed to last months and weeks,
My parents love was a sturdy beam,
That shone through the darkness, so warm and meek.

Their love was like a blanket, so soft and pure,
That wrapped me up and kept me secure,
So from my earliest days, I felt so sure,
That such sweet love would for eternity endure.

Now I look back with nostalgia on those sacred days,
And remember the warmth in their embrace,
I know that in this world or the next, their love will always remain,
The brightest light in my heart’s fireplace.

London’s West End

In the heart of London, where dreams unfold,
A sensory symphony, a story yet untold.
The West End's allure, a tantalizing delight,
A feast for your senses, from morning till night. ...

Imagine strolling the streets, as aromas dance,
Endless doors, inviting you in a trance.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air,
Mixed with the aroma of food, from everywhere in the world, oh so fair

The streets alive, with a chorus of sounds,
From street performers to music that surrounds.
Melodies and laughter, an auditory treat,
As the city's soundtrack, sweeps you off your feet.

The West End glitters, like a diamond ablaze,
A visual spectacle, that never ceases to amaze.
Billboards snd neon lights, a dazzling display,
Illuminating the night, in a vibrant array.

Theatres their curtains drawn wide,
Inviting you to witness performances with pride.
Royal Opera House voices, a melodious blend,
As they bring characters to life, from beginning to end.

Piccadilly Circus, a visual extravaganza,
A kaleidoscope of colour, that surely enchants,
Lights flicker and dance, like stars in the sky,
Captivating your eyes, as you pass by.

Trafalgar Square, a landmark for the whole world to behold,
With fountains that glisten, as romance unfolds.
The sound of water, as it kisses the air,
A soothing symphony, that washes away all cares.

And when the day fades, and the night takes its place,
The West End's nightlife, has a titanic embrace.
Bars and clubs beckon, with their pulsating beat,
As music fills the air, and dancers move their feet.

London’s downtown is a sensory ride,
A lover of life’s masterpiece,
Where even the most refined senses collide.
Where dreams come alive, and memories are made.

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