Puddingy Poetry
Poems about just anything! To look at the Dutch Poems, please click the button below.
Song of Waking, 26th of July 2015
Sound of Clocks and turning tables, we sleep standing in our stables, like horses trained to hunt.
They raise their questions, killing answers, like the dogs trained for the hunt.
Our prize are snibbits, little pieces, to a puzzle that we cannot solve. Never fitting, along the edges, of our hearts.
Sound of bells and hurried packing, learning nothing in our napping, like horses trained to hunt.
- Rayven
Sound of Clocks and turning tables, we sleep standing in our stables, like horses trained to hunt.
They raise their questions, killing answers, like the dogs trained for the hunt.
Our prize are snibbits, little pieces, to a puzzle that we cannot solve. Never fitting, along the edges, of our hearts.
Sound of bells and hurried packing, learning nothing in our napping, like horses trained to hunt.
- Rayven
Untitled Poem , 15th of June 2015
Upon a Wing,
a flying Thing,
to you she seems so small,
but what she reaps are memories,
for present's what she sow.
- Rayven
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Rayven:
I came up with it while looking outside the window from the busses. There are many crows and ravens near the station! I tend to feed them during this time of year, when they have nests, so this poem is about them "meh's". (the sound they make when I don't bring peanuts)
Upon a Wing,
a flying Thing,
to you she seems so small,
but what she reaps are memories,
for present's what she sow.
- Rayven
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Rayven:
I came up with it while looking outside the window from the busses. There are many crows and ravens near the station! I tend to feed them during this time of year, when they have nests, so this poem is about them "meh's". (the sound they make when I don't bring peanuts)