Amsterdam Poems - Poems about Amsterdam

Why does Amsterdam taste like chocolate chips? Dance parties with friends make me laugh. Who said that rhythms weren't a part of work? I listen to songs more than half Of my life, I wonder who stole the moon. Can anyone put it back? I found a sun in the school's boiler room. I warm my face in a crack In the concrete,...

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you always had a way with words like Amsterdam whose running rhymes of bicycles and harpsichords and bridges over canals caused us both to steer each other's hold to mouths whose distance was decreasing, slowly through museum pieces though I always hoped to linger nestled inside yours...

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AMSTERDAM CATCH I stand here and watch as the men unload Herring, fresh from the North Sea morning catch Here on this cobbled path I can now see That our hard toil can support liberty For all our women’s work there is no match Fair sharing in life is the only code Keep some for ourselves, the rest to market A fair price...

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Amsterdam. Calm, gentle. Cycling, boating, walking. Tulips, cobbles, bakeries, fresh air. Eating, drinking, sight-seeing. Modern, historic. Holiday....

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Phyllis Upman was a young maid When she learnt the rules of her trade: Show men what they want Behave nonchalant And be sure to pull down the shade! n.b. Window shopping in Amsterdam is a more popular tourist attraction than tulips ...

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***I personally don't indulge in "soothing weed" but the Dutch and many others certainly do*** ...

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If you seek to fully understand, This complex human jam, You just need a ticket in hand, To fly to Amsterdam! History walks the streets here, In every pavement stone, You find friendship and cheer, On every face In town! Watch the cyclist to the right, They have the right of way, Trams, buses are packed tight, As the Dutch start their day! Explore the city...

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you are the sick the disgust in the swallow the cringe in the choking we are the same in our affections cheap and quick taste and spit we are the same in our forgiveness heavy and grieving a bathroom floor bereavement a curved spine casualty empty unflattering and unforgetting in all your doing i lie heavy a fish bowl of a stomach a stomach of a body solemnly...

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If you were to inquire of me To impart my knowledge about flowers My answer would be this I have seen with my own eyes the Tulips blossoming in May In Holland's field's On a sunny day The likes of which my eyes had never seen before Colors divided into rows so rich Try as I could I could never...

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Those little bridges Perfect eyebrows Half-moons trampled by feet that don't care callously tarry. The questions in extinguished glances a play staged for dwindling feet for faces are shameful from corners of eyes under fading half moon a price charged negotiated in the red glare of evening wet cobblestones. The heavy sweet scent nickers around corners eyebrows raised over glassy eyes sitting between evening hordes of cut-off legs senseless lemmings that walk, walk to nowhere. *** August 21, 2017 Copyright © Darren...

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They ventured in to Amsterdam to have a little break. Alas it all went very wrong when they tried a slice of cake. Before that fateful moment it had all gone very well, Dinners, walks and seeing sights – and then they really fell. They stopped to have a bite to eat at a lovely little place. The men arrived...

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Walking past a "coffee shop," The weed comes wafting out. Though once I would have thus indulged, Today I'll do without. Somehow that's been tucked away, A relic of my past, Like youth and risks and craziness - It wasn't meant to last. But how that smell just brings it back! With every single whiff I'm tempted just to take a toke, But I'll stick...

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Right out side the coffee shop, Below St. Peter's hands The purveyors of indulgences Have set up little stands And should some half-waked baker Come and stir about the pot The double-arched McDiocese Would (likely) thank me...

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Amsterdam By M Saleem Chaudhry Annelies of Amsterdam is our guide She took us to her home town for cosmo's ride Amsterdam is a city of canals so wide Where everything is open, not much to hide The treasures of art, deep sea and culture She showed with pleasure and with pride A replica of maritime venture converted in to museum A floating Chinese restaurant...

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falling from the sky i scraped my knees on concrete fingernails darkened by metropolitan deceit the gale of inner city enterprise fueling trader commodities and welcoming queues that form their redundant mantra echoing a delayed expedition the signal beginning our attrition elsewhere, coal smeared spartans clash their frosted resolve melting slowly inside a timeless arena closer to home, oppressed vegetation sprouts cultured venues calling nature's miracle a tertiary attraction despite the pain...

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