April bloom…
Warrior flower, You bloom ahead of your time To give us sweet hope.
Category: poetry
Rush… (April 9th FFF)
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading Rush… (April 9th FFF)
Later…
Writing now About later seems wrong. Shouldn’t I Enjoy now, and Not care too much, Or at least not Worry about later For now? Now will die Soon enough Becoming then, And thens will add Up, and be the past… And later is So uncertain… Take yesterday. Yesterday, I believed Later would be as Sweet…… Continue reading Later…
That time of year…
It is almost That time of year… When my migratory Genes tingle the most. And feeling Your new blooming From afar, I turn to The rising sun… And I dwell in The memories, And I soak myself in the blurred Lines of the clumsy Portraits of you That I painted In the back of My…… Continue reading That time of year…
Forever…
I am no angel, But I love How you Managed to make me Feel like I came from heaven… And gave me The will to Grow wings And the wisdom To accept that I still have roots To cherish. The best of both Worlds, there For us to enjoy… Just the two of us, Lingering…… Continue reading Forever…
Spotlight….
I could have Expected you to Make me a better Person. But you were just The magnifying glass That gave The simple person I am The spotlight. Just long enough To feel special…
I miss you…
Fairy tale Lady, I miss you oh, so dearly… I’ll be back soon, måske!
Just a pearl…
This is the very Essence of My universe. Cotton clouds And Pure light, A pearl caught In Winter’s Tight grip!
Take my hand…
Take my hand, Hold it tight Love’s not weaker When out of sight… It just needs to be More creative. We sigh, we yearn We’re getting emotive, But worry not, My loving darling. Your words still move me For me, you win. Just take my hand, And hold it tight Throughout the day And through…… Continue reading Take my hand…
Time…
Time is gone, It disappeared With you. When you said Goodbye, My life lost All of its timetables. I’m not lost But I can’t find Myself in anything That used to be Usual. Life trying to Get back to some Kind of ‘’normal’’. What’s normal anyway?
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