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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Night After Night

Night After Night short poem

Night after night, watching your face shimmer with tears, night after night, watching your face burrow into my breast, I have wondered, my love, full of misery and mystery, I have wondered. This being, so incredibly sad, this being, so

Damp Earth

Damp Earth short poem

A life well lived, still leads us back Straight to old death’s door I thought he was a stranger once But, now I’m not so sure He looks so familiar now Have I seen his face before I pounded on

Pink Reminder

Pink Reminder short poem

It slithers, the tongue trying to find the rage on cold words. A window shuts on fire for a deliberate withdrawl from conflicts. The virgin iron becomes a corpse under the golden amnesia of hot greens. The colors are changing

Literary Lessons

Literary Lessons prose poem

Literary Lessons #1: A poet should above all be devoted not to being copyrighted, but quoted. #2: Divine inspiration is no excuse for bad poetry. #3: In literary style, I endeavor to follow in the footsteps of Dickens, Poe, Dickinson

It Is Not Yet Over

It Is Not Yet Over short poem

It is not yet over. Not as long as I don’t want it to be. If I am not patient,I’ll learn to be. If I am not good enough,I’ll learn to be. I’ll face dark,difficult times but I will keep

In Love With Pain

In Love With Pain short poem

Pain intrigues a mystery The endurance of perseverance Tingling through every cell With a vengeance to conquer The mind and heart. Sweet is the pain That makes you feel alive Crimson red with scars Like a zipped pouch Oozing with

Rain, Rooftops And Romancing

Rain, Rooftops And Romancing prose poem

Our rooftops were connected, you remember? And those rooftops had all those long strings Tied from corner to corner for hanging laundry, remember? And when summer’s first hail showers Came beating down all of a sudden, How it had to

Falling

Falling short poem

Something impossible would happen. Truth was too much to operate, life was easy with fakes. Neither mortal pain, nor needles would mend the wounds. The chasm was deepening. And I stitch the orange lights with the kisses of green tears.

Prank

Prank short poem

Someone stood a mannequin on a rural highway away from the nearest town, just past a bridge in a gap in the safety lights. It did not wait, just remained an immobile figure, dressed up in black clothing, until a

Let’s “stop” Abrading Nature

Let’s “stop” Abrading Nature short poem

Years ago it was nice to see the flurry outside, We played there with gusto But now we have mauled nature, Because of our non-altruism attitude, We have grown natty in our culture, But we are ninny in our thoughts

My Heart’s Desire

My Hearts Desire short poem

Your love has my heart hopping like a kangaroo. Lost in love what’s a girl to do? Not much to offer but the broken pieces of my heart, perhaps it’s enough to make a new start. A fire can be

The Moon-ed ‘I’…

The Moon ed ‘I’... short poem

Distance was increasing in spewing rage. I yearned for a solitude of desert sand and rocks away from musty tongues and eros. Counting my failed attempts to reconcile with exits and slant hopes. Like an eclipsed moon plying over the

Mask

Mask short poem

Mask is a object worn on face People use ‘coz they want themselves to be efface Mask is used for protection and disguise It usually give mortals a surprise A masked face is what people see And it is who

In Reverse

In Reverse short poem

Just unbound, the death rate. Red roses had no qualms. Numbers, unapologetic, they die or commit suicide. Death had no tombs. One by one they cross the stream, sinking half, floating half in a cynic system, heedless, emaciated, eyes looking

Beyond Words

Beyond Words short poem

I searched in vain for the perfect word to explain to ensure it’s heard I searched and searched in the dictionary I ransacked all the vocabulary I dissected each word’s etymology But it seems it’s an impossibility some feelings can’t

Grateful & Hopeful

Grateful & Hopeful prose poem

Awakened with memories I’ve managed to keep quite a while So wonderful to be here just now, “I’m dressed with a smile!” Marvels are about to happen yet again, “I don’t know what?” Imagining lucky horseshoes on my good old

Force Failed Before Face!

Force Failed Before Face! short poem

He led the struggle, candidly active That had become a national mass drive He led the country, by being self-example To quote Mahatma Gandhi, incidents are ample Truth and non-violence were two sides of same coin Such pragmatic stand, led

The Abrupt Moments

The Abrupt Moments long poem

A scent of fresh glowing flowers graced the room Noting an expression of optimism on one’s face Swifted the day with an agile grace Having motioned by a thought Engulfed by confidence Incredible imagination running rampant Ideas tendered by success

Live. Let Live.

Live. Let Live. short poem

The will to create and the wish to destroy, it is time you acknowledge, has never been yours to own, Because, in your vengeance, in your unmindful impatience, in your immaculate madness, when your soul turns to stone – You

I Stand Here Alone

I Stand Here Alone long poem

I stand here alone. Afraid. Why did you ever lie to me? Dragging me further and further down with this temporary love, You had me paralysed, mesmerised with your very essence. Why couldn’t I break free..? Weak, so weak I

The Retro One!

The Retro One! short poem

“And this, for the most beautiful lady in the world” taking the flower out, he said. Her eyes kept staring at him in amusement, and those eyes of hers already left him rapt. “Will you be my valentine?” kneeling down

Moods

Moods short poem

coming out of the frame, in evening without a sun, unflinchingly, he said, he was talking to his father daily, in his mind, who was in grave, (when he was on ventilator) about a lesson of deception, about the things

Dancing On Leash

Dancing On Leash short poem

It was a failed attempt to employ the eternity for breathing. Iris, I cannot find the moon behind the rainbow, when I was throwing petals at your feet. O, white truce of anemone, why phosphrous was given up at the

Pheonix

Pheonix short poem

Let us not cry for the fallen statue. he is still alive and writing his own epitaph. Eagles sitting on tall branches will wait for the prey. Why did he fake for a genius running the lives of millions toward

Love Sonnet 99

Love Sonnet 99 sonnet poems

Young love alighted one day on my hands, As though a bird that perched to rest from flight, I let it leave as freely as it lands, Lest it would die if caught and grasped so tight; Or I may

Betrayal: Not An End

Betrayal: Not An End elegy

That’s not a dagger which stabbed me down That’s your betrayal which hunted me down An enemy, a hunter doesn’t bother me Its you and you, which really hurts me Surfing the waves, you landed on the lonely island Wasn’t

Lost And Found

Lost And Found short poem

Just a little bird lost in sky full of night Seeking, searching for a glimmer of light Tired of making a nest that isn’t my home Flying with wings that are not my own Just a little bird lost in

No More Hate

No More Hate short poem

Happy happy is the day When we can run, laugh jump and play Without fear of dying Or losing today No more anger No more hate No more grieving That’s always too late I am not blue And you are

Rising Wishes

Rising Wishes short poem

I saw a hope, hope rising up in the air or was it a wish wish following someone’s prayer? I traced it to the point point till it disappeared pondered there for a while then another one appeared. I also

A Simple Smile And A Sweet Hello

A Simple Smile And A Sweet Hello long poem

There was a girl about the same age as I I could tell from her posture and her absent voice that she was very shy. Did I go to her and offer my friendship? No I just walked away the

”Now” Of My Beloved

Now Of My Beloved short poem

You made me wait I waited You made me smile I smiled You rejuvenated me I acted like a toddler You called me I was always there for you You loved me I was pleased And it is ‘Now’ This

You are many

You are many short poem

when life pulls as the flood, you are a rooted plant, resisting and growing by yourself! when life tempts as the apple, you  are a curious eve, sinning and learning by yourself! when life turns into a battle, you are

Postscript

Postscript short poem

The space shrinks when moon breaks the black night. An aching flotilla does not reach home. The wait ends in your poems. Clutching at floating truths you help to save the words of predicament. Ultimately a temple walks free without

I Saw You.

I Saw You. short poem

I saw you walking down the road Into the mundane Could I hold you back a little into a diversion a moment of indulgence unpredictably startling smile on your face and a sweet memory that will make the mundane extraordinary..

Black Lives Matter – A Four Part Tragedy

Black Lives Matter   A Four Part Tragedy short poem

I. If all lives mattered, then Black lives would matter. And blood on a street in Ferguson, MO would not have been splattered; And a body would not have lay there unattended for four and a half hours after. II.

We Will Live To Win Another Day

We Will Live To Win Another Day short poem

Divide & rule is a common act in our nations, They say politics is a dirt game, though every day we experience politics, Allocation of resources been major politics, It’s a horrifying reality but we have politicians & voters, Lisa

Why?

Why? prose poem

Why do we suffer? What’s the point? People are born with terrible conditions, live lives of torment and pain. Die painful horrible deaths. Why? Why would a God created such conditions? To teach us lessons? Seems cruel I think. Wouldn’t