From the south I rose
I rose safe and sound
London is my home
I’m a Londoner and proud
bedsits verse the penthouse
same street address
whilst the tramp sleeps
in his cardboard home
down below
no such luxuries no home abode
[Chorus]
from the south I rose
I rose safe and sound
London is my home
I’m a Londoner and proud.
a million miles apart
vagabonds, a clown a yuppie
neighbors with no common ground
yet respect always found
[Chorus]
from the south I rose
I rose safe and sound
London is my home
I’m a Londoner and proud.
taxi’s come taxi’s go
the rain and streetlights all aglow
graffiti art, train lines loud
posh rooftop bars
and in the gutter, drunks drown
[Chorus]
from the south I rose
I rose safe and sound
London is my home
I’m a Londoner and proud.
pubs and karaoke
music and beer
live for football
as hooligans cheer
[Chorus]
from the south I rose
I rose safe and sound
London is my home
I’m a Londoner and proud, proud, Proud
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Well written Teddy the intermittent use of rhyme kept attention and the imagery was well painted. Nicely done my friend
Thank you my dear sorrenbarret. 🌹
My pleasure Teddy
good write my friend well written
Dear Norman, Thank you so much for coming by to say so. 🌹
Most welcome a much enjoyed read
Teddy, what a heartfelt tribute to your city. I love that the poem doesn't romanticize London into perfection. Instead, it embraces the full picture...the pubs, trains, rain, rooftop bars, graffiti, football, wealth, poverty, and all the people in between. That honesty makes the closing declaration of pride feel earned. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Exactly as it was intended I rose safe and sound and my city with all its flaws is still one of the very best, of course so is Florence but they are worlds apart. 🌹 Thank you my dear Tristan. 🌹
It is really beautiful and heart-warming to see someone love their city they grew up in. The poem has a sense of belongingness I cannot express with mere words, but something I could feel in my throat, and I feel cold during the summer.
The best city in the world for multi culture versatility acceptance in London we were and we always will be just who we are. That's what makes it special, thank you again for coming by. 🌹
I absolutely love your poems
Every city it seems is unique in the way it portrays itself.
Life revolves around the ones who have and the ones who have not.
Seems to me it has never changed.
I\'ve lived away almost half my life now Paul but I come home every now and again the last time was March, seems to get better although I did see some shoplifting that I\'d never seen before, I suppose because they do it in a different way now a days 🌹thank you. 🌹
London is a place I have yet to visit - and your poem wants me to do it sooner rather than later - thanks for the descriptive write ..
Thank you so much dear NafisaSB I would recommend it. 🌹
yes i am looking forward to it too, though when Fate will oblige, still unsure..
There’s a real street-level energy in this—London as contradiction and chorus all at once, pride stitched right through the noise.
And what stands out is how you don’t smooth the city out… you let the penthouses, the gutters, and everything in between stand side by side, still calling it home.
I love my home and yes proud of every last flaw I've learnt a lot in life for this reason. Thank you my dearest Thomas. 🌹
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