Best Netherlands Poems

Hook of Holland arrive by the ferry
Meeting our good friends Ans and Jerry
The pancake house is where we love to eat
Being our with our Dutch friends – what a treat

Zwarte Piet will be visiting soon
Children crowded into the living room
Waiting for the black hand around...

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Oh lovely Netherlands, you are now my second home.
You leave me thrilled and enchanted where ever I roam.

I smiled when floating down streets made from the sea,
Touring on charming glass covered canal boats with glee.

There’s beauty in the coolness of a windswept day,
As I rode...

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a moonlit stroll - -
ladies in underwear
wave from windows

tea in a  café  - -
the smell of coffee and
marijuana 

tourists yawn - -
customs men search a coach 
from Amsterdam

written 21st April for Elly’s contest

wish I'd been permitted to write about the beautiful tulips, windmills...

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Ode to the Netherlands

Oh, Netherlands, I remember you well
the beautiful cities I came to know
Brukelen, Haarlem, Utrecht and Zeist
as a younger man in search of lore
the blue canals along the street
the Amsterdam bistros where people meet
my nederlandse friends and Indonische love
a culture blended with the...

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Beneath Australia’s expansive sunlit sky, I recall the patchwork quilt, where my life began
12 provinces united, one country created; uniformity resists when anthems unite the parochial clan

From staunch Overijssel in the north, to Limburg’s laughter in the south
From Drente’s eastern reach renowned, to Zeeland’s exalted...

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On the skeleton of a sleeping goddess is my beloved Netherlands, 
Waters in her branches are curling my roots as a Dutchman 
And her gigantic heart seemed to born the beauties you may choose and take;
Emerge the most notable of these marsh grasses and reeds
From...

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My Ode to the Netherlands

       White water lilies picked for Verlena in Friesland.
The Dutch Republic is over a century old.

      We are there during autumn.
Flowers are everywhere.

       The...

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Friesland

Some things about a lovely region I have learned today.
First of all, to call their language Dutch you must not say!

And don’t say it’s a dialect, for they won’t like that much.
Their Frisian language is as favored as the language Dutch.

Six hundred thousand souls or...

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 radiant sun shines                                         ...

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Forefathers were Dutch
Came through in the clutch

Never needed no crutch
Thank you very much

Ain’t never been there
(No money to spare)

Hope Elly will share
expensive plane fare

If I win her contest
I shall not protest

Quite sure she’ll detest
and think I’m a pest…

This is really a monorhyme but I cheated...

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oft times ('specially 
   these latter un-sainted days and nights) 
   death doth haunt me zeitgeist
which thoughts of my demise
 
   crowds out purposeful thinking  
   in the twitching mind kempf
   paradigm of this...

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The iridescent raven perched upon pilings
By just one lake in Friesland's beautiful wetland outings

His golden beak and orange legs with claws set off
Against black feathers that glisten and are a rain runoff

Carefully he watches the Edelhert fawn play
At the edge of the lake, close to...

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My knowledge of The Netherlands
Came from a beloved children's book.
I found the tale quite so charming
I wanted to take a close look
At a land that could spawn a child
As brave and as strong as was  he.
Hans with his finger in the dike
Was a folklore...

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United States had looked defeated after Netherlands' Jill Roord scored a goal in the 17th minute, the first time United States trailed in a World Cup game since the 2011 quarterfinals.  In the second half Lindsey Horan became angry after a hard tackle by...

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an hour before docking
it was ice cold and freezing
as the vessel, like scissors
cut clean through the swell

and the ship’s horn then sounded
and woke those still sleeping
startling the standing
and the seagulls as well

and the door opened outwards
on a windswept and dark deck
as a lighthouse and headland...

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