Amsterdam Poems

Amsterdam poems bring the best collection of short and long amsterdam poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great amsterdam rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these amsterdam poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on amsterdam are here for you.

Roses From Holland

Roses From Holland long poem

ROSES FROM HOLLAND and an invitation to join you there for the summer well in my reply I said thank you but no thanks if you’re just looking for a lover I don’t do like that anymore I want to

Poems containing references to : Amsterdam

Thigh

Thigh short poem

there is no single shade forget the actual texture the topographical contours of the bone and muscles it’s the mottling that fascinates where the painter might strain to be photographically precise or the photographer to zoom in to obscure the

A Colored Moon

A Colored Moon short poem

A Colored Moon// By: Fareed Ghanem (1) A moon is red in three moods: When the ladies of high society kiss windows and walk out without lipstick, or; When white color is called red, or; When roses bloom in your

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The Caribbean Sea

The Caribbean Sea short poem

The bright blue Caribbean sea Stretches out for all to see. A trail of Islands at its feet, Any tourist would its natives greet. So if you ever consider taking a vacation. Consider one of those beautiful places. Primarily Belize,

The Ballad Of The Frightened Eagle

The Ballad Of The Frightened Eagle ballad

You’ll often see them running and chasing across the plains, a rabbit skipping and laughing at an eagle, in great pains. But why’s the eagle running, surely he can fly? Sadly he’s afraid of heights and frightened he may die.

The Rainbow Laundromat

The Rainbow Laundromat prose poem

Open twenty four seven proclaims the sign across the front door A warm refuge for the bergies dossing on the linoleum floor Fluorescent tube lights hum and flicker The homeless beg for food and hustle for cheap liquor The air

Allegoric Spaceship

Allegoric Spaceship prose poem

Spaceship ! You know that spaceship is related with Alien, Moon, Planet, Star, Stun Gun… You may be right or wrong I don’t want to know it ! Sometime my soul creates a spaceship I enter into it from my

Coming Home

Coming Home short poem

When I went away, You remained at home I’m sorry I left you all alone There was one guarantee That I always Knew that when I came home I came home to you You were my constant, my rock My

The Shadow

The Shadow prose poem

I give you a shoulder to cry on, endless night talks, lamentations & worries, I have made your problems my burden, support both emotionally & physically, These four walls have seen it all, love, worry, regret & the thief of

The Garden Of War

The Garden Of War short poem

The pain in their eyes, still fresh, bleeding. I know their sleepless nights, trying to put together the missing pieces of this puzzle called life. A Poet who writes in the garden and then must write in the war, may

Flight

Flight short poem

Whirling discus thrower controlled precision, spinning presence concentrated energy coiled awareness for that one release Watcher sees and knows at the moment of letting go this one will be good same dynamic for shot putter, javelin thrower conscious complex actions

No More

No More short poem

Been to the beach? The wind there screeches They say, and oh The sea has stopped its dreadful roar Shall we go and see? the sea, it cries, moans and sighs No storm in sight and yet, the birds and

Love Sonnet 41

Love Sonnet 41 sonnet poems

If dreams are strung from end to end like string, My dreams of you could wrap around the world, And all the ways your name, my mind did bring, Are way much more than how my thoughts unfurled; Though mornings

Fermentations

Fermentations prose poem

(1) Here I am bathing, this winter, like an antelope under rain showers. God’s voice is still walking on clay laid out from the beginning of time up to the end of earth. The first woman’s eyelashes are scattering from

Fear

Fear long poem

We are afraid today more than a lot, We choose to stay beneath our spot. We are so unbelievably protected From things that make us happy and connected. We are afraid of speaking up, We know we’ll do the stuff

Clampdown

Clampdown short poem

It was a dirty war of moat flaying the legs in emotional outburst. No stings. Only mandibles will do the job of chewing on your dark fingers. Flat, the taste of milk: a synthetic formula to eat your entrails. The

Awakening.

Awakening. short poem

In growing silence of the soul, With soulful emotions, To keep alive the passions Of the yearning heart, My mind drifts on, In the sea of life. A numbness spreads, In a chasm so vast, Leaving a path behind, The

My Familiar Friend…

My Familiar Friend... long poem

We really have to stop meeting like this, You always give me a kiss on the lips, You always let me know you have missed, We wonder how it ever came to this. It seems there are certain times of

Come Wither Away With Me

Come Wither Away With Me short poem

Come with me,let’s wither away to eternity Across the shore …to the moon, Surpass the darkest night , till heat of noon , fly over the meadows , from horizon to the dawn , let’s complete the circle of life

Affair Of Emotions

Affair Of Emotions short poem

Logic races toward oblivion, In a little black dress and heels. Whispering words of love in your ear. Reason waits in the house, In yesterday’s shirt. Wanting very badly to be held. Passion consumes only in secret places, Clad in

Dreams- A Depressing Path

Dreams  A Depressing Path short poem

‘O my Lord! Where are you? On an old portrait my eyes are glued. My happy days running far and far, Now the times I’m confronting are hard. From so many years, my dreams stood And I have traveled as

Deep, deep kiss

Deep, deep kiss short poem

In those days, you asked me, innocently, ‘why do you love me?’. I answered with vague things. I spoke about our great, winding conversations, about your eagle’s wings, your sparrow’s heart, about your knife-like fingers, your face that floats as

One step a day

One step a day short poem

So easy to look back So difficult to forget past Each time I look back I can’t help but shiver at the thought Of the fight that lies ahead To be normal once more…. I am tired of fighting it

Can’t Wait No More

Cant Wait No More short poem

There came a day when time stood still I had no clue why my loneliness grew was searching for that void to fill when I stumbled upon a picture of you A virtual meet and greet we shared Mysterious you,

The Spell Of The Primeval .

The Spell Of The Primeval . short poem

The blooming adolescence , With some canker in its blossom , Or some dormant snake , Wilds all seasons . The budding flower , Arrests drones one by one , And feels thirsty for equilibrium , A peg in its

Hymns Of Carnival

Hymns Of Carnival short poem

It walks in with the turn on of the city lights incoming of it helped the roadsiders to brighten their smiles. Presence of it turns the moonlight midnight to the shining dawn. Welcoming tune of it reveals the childhood amusement

Hypocrite

Hypocrite short poem

Claim that you are this, when you’re not that Telling stories with plentiful lies Social climbers, climbing ladders Trying to reach the hands of fame Gossip will you bear everywhere Even if you trespass someone’s right Low profile people did

Deadly Red

Deadly Red short poem

I gaze at the glinting red possession which is cemented into my palm. The shining red light lures me, The smooth touch delights me. A dark blinding shadow slowly peeks, handing the glossy fruit into my custody. “Have it, my

Farther Away

Farther Away short poem

To disconnect oneself you push apart, from the stasis, like flesh from the bones. Coming home becomes dreadful when you discover yourself. A dark energy impels you in a cosmos which was drifting towards eternity. A fight between space &

A perfect rendezvous

A perfect rendezvous short poem

My dreams know no boundaries, they brew no fear, they aren’t banished by any legalities nor are blocked by undue formalities. My dreams take me where I want, they let me play and sing a song, they are my only

Golden Age

Golden Age short poem

A million years ago when I was 17 I was one with the garden… I was free to come and go as I pleased…in the breeze of angel Wings… Well it was The Golden Age of Innocence and serenity, it

Dark Hall

Dark Hall short poem

I want to get to the gates as badly as the moon wants to get to the dark during the day. Every breathe, every step every thought that I take a piece of me falls. It’s like living in a

Tears Unstopped

Tears Unstopped prose poem

One it was though companions around yet No communications , due to its conceit may be, Nay because of being realization of enchantment of what it possessed, Possibly because seclusion it liked, The other day morning breeze as usual gently

His Emma Nance

His Emma Nance elegy

loving male, natural of pleasure, quintessentially rendered suitable to us via way ova our darling daughter. tis the blessing of this average, contemplative damn ejected flotsam globular human impish jokester kooky lamb misunderstood nonestablishmentarian outlier praises quality ram rod sterling

Rights Over The Dead

Rights Over The Dead prose poem

Ceremonial Rituals in Hindu Religion smacks the logic Daughters and Sons though born in the same womb are differentiated Son’s carry the paternal ancestral legacy while Daughters are abandoned midway to assume In laws legacy Sons may not look after

Anorexic Girl

Anorexic Girl short poem

Sometimes she whispers in my ear, a tapestry of pain and fear whose warp and weft weave haunted days and nightmare dreams through woeful sobs and blooded screams; till phantoms from a private hell enshroud me in a chilling spell.

Guilty Secrets

Guilty Secrets short poem

Alone in a world of darkness, A world of eternal pain, I can’t tell the things I’ve done, It’s happened again and again. I close my eyes and see, The pain that I have caused, I didn’t even stop to

Lax

Lax prose poem

i get tired of the people red yellow black white you are precious but not mine i dont know the people you’re young are you married you’re old is there passion what is your preferred toothpaste rich or poor, can

Demeanor

Demeanor short poem

My body has shredded all skin, no more wild blood shooting in. Running out of its fuel, I feel. There are only bones everywhere I touch & nothing, nothing else left. It is a demeanor, I never chose to be

Sonnet 130-A

Sonnet 130 A sonnet poems

My love, caress me only with thine eyes, And not with hands, so bare, where corn now grows, Or call to me as of brisk wind that blows, With thy damp breath which always brings the flies; Now, pour me