Audio poëzie

Soggy

Rene van Densen 15/10/2025 Geen reacties

Things are
different
when wet
The touch,
the sight,
the sound,
the smell

I taste
my sploshy steps
in the night
As damply soggy
as the
worst ring
in Hell
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Coffin up

Rene van Densen 30/08/2025 Geen reacties

Here’s some time,
It’s yours
To do with what you want
Except you can’t
We need us some of that
It’s the law
You see

Here’s some cash,
It’s yours
To do with what you want
Except you can’t
We need us some of that
It’s the law
You see
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SURE, I GUESS

Rene van Densen 26/07/2025 Geen reacties

Poetry matters
Or at least the idea
Of poetry, I guess
It must be important
It must be difficult
It must be eloquent
It must be a must
And poetry is gentle
And poetry is deep
And it is sensitive
And wise
It’s really not for me
But it matters, I guess

Moth

Rene van Densen 08/07/2025 Geen reacties

I love the electric light at night
I mean, we won ! We beat the night
And what do we do, we slumber
Like fearless kings, while the night,
She waits, quietly, and watches us
We too shall pass
With our damn electric lights
I’ll watch her, don’t you worry
Just sleep now
And thanks
For the electric lights

I see you

Rene van Densen 14/06/2025 Geen reacties

Ah, it’s the
girl with the crocodile eyes
You’re dangerous
as you lie waiting, always hungry
ready to grab onto any thing
That comes close

Oh sure, you play it soft
act silky, tender satin
You play the pity card
because woe is you, feed on sympathy
bathe yourself in a lie, a web
Sticky delusions

But I see your claws, that
teethy grin, and those yellow hungry
Crocodile eyes
as I admit, feels good to be your prey
Caress of your ripping ivories
As I drown
I see you