Category: Emotions

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Skalet på frukten
är vad du ser och
doften du andas

Färgen på skalet
är vad du ser och
intrycket du får

Saften av mognad
är vad du tror och
frestelsen jag ger

Kraften i smaken
är vad du vet och
tuggan jag tar

©️Björn Blomqvist 2023-03-22

Sömnlös

Jag skulle skriva dikt idag
och skriva på min bok,
men vaknade mitt i natten
som ett socialt vrak på
botten av en uttorkad sjö

Jag skulle fånga dagen
och njuta av stunden,
men vaknade mitt i natten
som ett vissnande löv i
det djupaste mörker av tomhet

© Björn Blomqvist 2023-02-06

Rumour’s Game

A vacuum, equally hollow
like the rumours I hear
Be calm but don’t follow
like the greatest fear

On my knees, I’m standing
until the truth is revealed
Soon, it comes to a landing
until my lips are sealed

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-12-09

“Man är.” By Anja Perssons and Tomas Boström

Ensamheten

En ensam fågel
i den starkaste vind
som biter i din kind

En ensam plats
i ett avfolkat land
som i öknens sand

En ensam känsla
i ett bultande bröst
som en längtans tröst

En ensam grubblare
i ett bottenlöst grepp
som ett sjunket skepp


© Björn Blomqvist 2022-12-03

Mood Status

A sensitive soul
in a fragile body
A house of cards
falls with the jokers
through the mound
who cries at night

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-11-24

Shards…

The cracks of the mirror
in the clearest waters,
travel with the speed of
the waves from an invisible
storm, straight through
my shaky body

The veins on the surface,
are splashing at the rocks
in my eyes when the
sun’s rays shine against
the delicate layers
of my thin skin

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-11-14

Temptation’s Curiosity

A pinch of questions
lies in a pot when the heat
rests, deep in the
freezer’s box of answers.

Ingredients fall to the floor,
such as love, frustration
and a spicy mix, made by
temptation’s curiosity
.

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-10-22

Shaped Emotions…

On a spot in the shadow, I’m standing
alone, empty and filled of silence
Behind the flames by fears, I’m landing
untouched, humbled and out of violence

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-10-11

A thought to my novel writing!

I started writing my second novel, two years ago but nothing is happening, as usual. So like the first novel, nothing will happen with this one either as usual. My first novel is now in the trash, and that’s where it belongs. Current novel is far from finished. Maybe it will never be finished!

Björn Blomqvist 2022-08-09

Eyes to the Ceiling

A surface, white as the sheets,

dry and high above your wet body,

reflecting the softness in your skin.

Two heads on a pillow and

shiny eyes to the ceiling,

brings the blanket to the floor.

An act of love without audience,

in a room filled of emotions,

opens the window to an eternity.

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-08-01

Roses

Like a rose by night,

you’re colorless

But on inside,

as the rose, a red

loving vibe

Like a rose in the wind,

you fall through

But I’m behind to receive,

when you fall for

the wind, to believe,

in love

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-07-09

Unstoppable

At night, in sleep, on a sheet
Hiding, beyond the dark
In a row, huge like a fleet,
carved, deep in the barque

Chimaeras sleep at night
Real ghosts aren’t dead
At day, they have a fight,
mostly here, in my head

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-06-12

Cat a strophe

In the mood as a disaster 
Lies my will on the floor 
Untouched among cats 
Miles from the outer door

Alone in the rocking chair
Rests my lust under the rails
Sanded to gravel of  stone
When worries cuts the nails

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-03-14

Trust

In this place,
on this earth,
there is a meaning,
at least mine

I try to explore my
inner with tools
I don’t have or
which one to use

What’s in my toolbox?

To trust my choices
and opportunities,
places the horizon
ever further away

I can’t see it but
I can feel it when
I’m resting my brain
on my invisible pillow

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-02-22

Shared Moments 

I just borrowed the sun
that shines in your eyes,
to dry my lonely tears

I walked by the path  
you have in your heart,
to share my moments

I sailed by the wind
in your broken mind,
to lighten my anchor 

I caught the sky
you sent down to me,
to open my soul

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-01-16

Fall

Small fragments                                                 of a light wind                                                     blowing away, fast 
of a slow storm,
full of anxiety.

A hurricane spins
around as a typhoon
in my head until
I fall like the
house of cards.

I lie flat on
the ground until
it sinks away,
lower and lower,
and I with it…

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2022-01-01

Often, too Often, I Think…?

What if, What if
The voice in my head
Unwanted, out of contro
l

I sink, I sink
I’m don’t act, I react

What if, What if
It lives in my head
Often, out of reach

I fall, I fall
Down, often down

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-27

Between Grief and Grapes

Barrels full of tears in a sad patrol, rest to store fears in rows, surrounded by it’s enemies in oak uniforms. Red wine in the color of spilled blood, survived the battle between the grief and the grapes. In frontline with shields, thin like the shells of the grapes, a bloodline is the line behind the enemy. The infantry still standing on the feet of the wine glasses, ready to fight for what they crying for. Deep down in a wine cellar, far from the sunlight, lies a grief, alone and missed by the survivors who refusing to leave them for the next harvest.

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-15

Along the Road

Step by step on a forgiving road,  

a walk alone

Heavy rain falls from the fog, 

a day to remember 

Going back for a moment, 

a memory on a stone 

Lights in the night on a shining mind, 

a day in november 

Tone after tone of a surviving song,  

a mystery voice 

Heavy clouds push me down, 

an emotional fight

Climbs up through the haze, 

haven’t a choice

Strength in the body on a rising soul, 

to catch what’s right 

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-12

🎼 Once

Be the way,
easily walked
inside my heart

Be the song,
beautifully sung
outside my soul

Be the melody,
softly played
through my head

Be the dream,
slowly touched
on my mind

Be the words,
lovely whispered
in my ears

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-10