Today, my existence,
words on a stone
Tomorrow, my voice,
a tool in your hand
Yesterday, my future,
was written in the sand
Someday, my destiny,
leaves me alone
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-06-03
Category: Poetry
Stop thinking – Start living?
What if
It happens
Now or later
What if
It’s going to happen
Then or tomorrow
What if
I’m crazy
Or…
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-05-21
Words to picture
One word, one person, a frame
Two words, two colors, a contour
More words, many motifs, one picture
One voice, one listener, one opinion
Two voices, two people, one talk
A lot of repeats, huge mistakes, one chance
…who am I , to judge? No answer
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-05-17
När det blir fel…
…vill försvinna för en stund
eller bara få vara osynlig
på obegränsad tid i rymden
eller där ingen letar, dit
ingen kommer, där karta
och kompass inte finns…
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-05-14
Inner War
In a selfmade war, I’m standing
when my anxiety’s bombs are landing
and smashes me in pieces
that never will be found
when my thoughts in my head
goes around and around
to struggle and fight
when my emotions fall apart
by night, in the duvet’s entrenchment
and I mediate for peace
in my brain, captured by sense,
tied in a chain…
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-05-09
Tvära kast
Som fåglar runt hjärnboet
landar känslorna mjukt
i bröstet när allt omkring
är osynligt, men nära
som om det inte fanns, igår.
Som en vind från ingenstans
virvlar tankarna som en
getingsvärm i hjärnboet
tills allt faller till marken,
hårt, dagen efter.
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-04-29
Traffic light life
behind the glass, under the surface,
colored in red, green and yellow
lives emotions, in heavy traffic of
love and passion, together
in the youth of the nature, resting
under the golden light of the sun
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-04-14
Obscure Spring Poem
The warmest star in our solar system
is awake longer and longer,
as far as the distance between
my thoughts and the darkness
down my soul, to catch
a moment to touch
when nothing exists in the blood
under the skin in my veins,
when flowers grows fast
above land to drink water
from my body of dry emotions
and drunken leaves full
of anger on a highway to
the sun and back…
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-04-01
Contrasts
When the earth spins around in circles You are the sun I’m the moon When the world turns over upside down You are the God I'm the devil When the universe stays strong to survive You are the stars I'm the chaos When the rainbow ends somewhere close to us You are wise I’m the searcher © Björn Blomqvist 2021-03-30
The Motif 🎨
A moment,
a walk on the clouds
when all stars
captures your emotions
A moment,
a life within the framework
when all colors
stays in your mind
A moment,
a life inside the painting
when all artists
paints your happiness
A moment,
a walk on the sun
when all paintbrushes
creates your beauty
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-03-11
Shadow by Truth
Who cries by your side,
when lies are what you hide
Who walks on your mind,
when talks stays behind
Who fights in your head,
when the lights is dead
Who fears what you say,
when tears fills the day
Who wins in your game,
when twins looks the same
Who trust your story,
when you must be sorry
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-02-24
Better mood
Lightness lifts my soul
from the ground
when an invisible force
keeps my mind alive
A silent moment
spinns my body around
when the good mood
don’t want to dive
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-02-14
Wrong sense
By train, full of emotions
on a railway, made of thoughts,
vibrates my fears
from side to side
By air, loss of lifes,
in a sky, made of mistakes,
falls my mind
from the cloud to the ground
By boat, empty of happiness
on a sea, made of tears,
sinking my destiny
to the botton
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-02-13
Surface II
On water, by the sea of waves
Surfs my anxiety through the net
Unwelcome thoughts are not the saves
It will cost my temper and all I bet
In days, by the pandemic with fears
Swims my worries, deep down
Under surface, there’re hidden tears
As long as it stays, my mind will drown
Two thoughts, by a single brain
Floats apart and drifts away
Every day, a struggle of strain
To find a healing soul to stay
Along the coast, by a broken heart
Flying my torpedoes under the skin
In my veins, there’s a bloody start
At a moment, the anxiety sets to spin
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-02-04
Choices
All I want, is to believe I
Will do the right thing, but I
Think it’s wrong, though I
Can’t being free of it, if I
Still being afraid from what I
Trust…!
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-02-03
Winter’s day
Down to…
To have
a feeling
of being
the wreck
on the bottom
in my
emotional lake
is an
empty thought
of being
full of holes
along the soul
©️Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-28
På flykt…
I en värld, upp och ned,
när jorden är platt, på
kanten mot universum,
står jag och balanserar.
I ett steg, snavande nära,
ligger det svarta hålet,
framför min fötter, som
vägen bort från mig själv.
©️Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-03
Why Poetry…
Somewhere in universe, to a forgotten place. Somewhere but close to the outer space.
There is a poetry box, locked but filled of words, lines and united letters, ready to fly with the birds
Down from a dark sky, to bounce on the stars, comes all emotions to a poem and landing softly on my scars.
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-02
Deep down
No light in my
emotional jungle,
I search to find
a fight to running
my mind.
In the dark my
feelings start to yell,
I spark my brain
in an unbeatable
pain.
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-01
Ensamma trädet
Ett ensamt träd,
det ingen ser,
vajar i vinden,
skrattar och ler
Ett ensamt träd,
med ärr i barken,
ett lövfall i vinden,
sakta mot marken
Ett ensamt träd,
det ingen saknar,
kämpar i vinden,
när fåglar vaknar
Ett ensamt träd,
på egna fötter,
dansar i vinden,
genom alla rötter
© Björn Blomqvist 2020-12-25
Hit by a car…
My guardian angels of 1981,
were on duty to make it done.
My playful life the day before,
wasn’t ready to live anymore.
My guardian angels that night,
were on duty to make it bright.
My scars the invisible tears,
weren’t ready to live on fears.
My guardian angels in strife,
were on duty to save my life.
My sight the wounded head,
weren’t ready to be dead.
© Björn Blomqvist 2020-12-09
Vilse
Vill rymma
från nåt
jag inte ens
ryms i
Vill bli fri
från det
jag inte ens
är fast i
Vill gå vidare
från allt
jag inte ens
vet finns
Vill släppa det
från toppen
jag inte ens
har nått
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-11-28
⏮⏹▶️⏸⏭ Corona
As the sound of a
dance song, spins
days by the fear of
a soundless virus,
played by Corona.
On stage behind
chorus line, waiting
the virus to dance
through your body,
down to the floor…
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-11-19
Autumn night’s love echo
Leaves are falling down to the ground
as quietly as the wind in your hair when
tears are falling down on my cheek
as hard as the rain in your hands
Stars are fighting the darkness
as easy as the love in your eyes when
words of love are written up in the sky
as the signs for heavenly love
© Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-28
Ongoing Projects
260 poems have now been sorted and categorized. Four different topics. Mostly love, thoughts and visual impressions. The reason with it, is to publish my favorite poems in a book someday.
The ongoing write process with my debut novel has get better. The deadline is set to spring 2021. The novel will be somthing between a crime novel and an youth novel.
Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-27
Broken
Let my inner silence
dance on a thread
above devil’s sea
Let my empty soul
escape earth,
alone in the dark
Let my cold heart
melt away,
heavy fall apart
Let my broken thoughts
drown down,
fast like a stone
©️Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-16
Off…
Back, deep through the hole off confusion, fast dug by the darkness Way out, a solution owned by the time through the eternity ©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-04
Corona’s poem
Distance is the new normal
and my lips are sealed
in protection as formal,
when I’ve enter people’s field
Loneliness, night and day
in our souls and hearts
when the end is far away they say,
if nothing ends before it starts
Closed world open the mind
and learn what went wrong
when you searching to find
answers, weak or strong
Giving up or fight, the choice
to struggle or running away
to write a poem as my voice
when nothing is left one day
© Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-01
Droppen som…
Jag är droppen
som hänger kvar
i vattenkranen
när allt dras åt
Jag är droppen
som faller ned
på kanten av
orons bottenplugg
Jag är droppen
som ligger kvar
med tankar
som aldrig torkar
Jag är droppen
som vill försvinna
till att alltid
komma tillbaka
©️Björn Blomqvist 2020-07-31
På/Av-knappen
Jag ser den inte
Jag når den inte
Långt borta
Långt härifrån
En ström av känslor
En strömlös plats
Där finns ett slut
Där slutar allt som finns
©️Björn Blomqvist 2020-07-20
Published
Three times published on…
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-06-06
Unfocused
It came as a seed
to ruin my mind,
suddenly a need
to search and find
It’s back tomorrow
as a scar in my past,
dressed like a sorrow
and grows too fast
It bangs alone
still inside my head,
heavy like a stone
to hang in a thread
It’s now or never
to catch and release,
push it down forever
piece by piece
© Björn Blomqvist 2020-05-30
Machinery
That feeling of nothing or everything which never exists, yet
That thought of something or nothing to happen, later
That thing of everything, or by the way, a thing who doesn’t appear, now or later…
…in the name of the anxiety
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-04-29
OCD’s sky
An obsessive lightning,
a flash in my chest,
gathers clouds
of compulsive
darkness,
all of them
in my head,
to make thunder
during a heavy…
…disorder
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-03-18
Anxiety
From one side
of my mind
deep inside,
one of a kind.
Coming fast,
always alone
same as last,
like a stone
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-03-09
Find the way
Friday afternoon ”the cleaning project”. Heavy rain over a worrying mind, starts to look for unsolved things to find. Lost in the world and a an empty head, awake, asleep and hundred years to be dead.
Nothing rise like the sun, an early day, when the moon of all thoughts has only dark words to say. Different ways to solve and clean, throws back the good thoughts when nothing is what it has to been.
One day I’ve to catch, look and feel the light, when the darkness is gone, easy without a fight.
© Björn Blomqvist 2019-10-25
Som sagt
Vet inte vart det bär,
en lös tanke
på kanten av ett moln
Där sitter dom,
alla de hopplösa grodor,
min mun spottat ut
I kö, på rad att falla ned med regnet,
gnager solen
ett hål i mitt bröst
Den virvelvind jag känner,
en katapult av känslor,
fyller oceaner…
…som inte finns
©️Björn Blomqvist 2019-08-08
Silence
Transmission of silence,
an invisible walk inside,
outside my head,
to a dead end of bitterness,
shouting from the hip
to a dynamite of emotions,
all over the entire body
© Björn Blomqvist 2019-08-02
Repris
Frigörelsen igår blir till morgondagens häkte En osäkrad känsla briserar i ett explosivt crescendo Dagen är förlorad tills en okänd morgondag vaknar I framtidens ovisshet krafsar gårdagen ömt under huden © Björn Blomqvist 2019-05-20
Out of order
Empty thoughts
in the speed
of the light,
struggling
out of control
in the command
of the brain
Big things
are blinded
in the dark
of the night,
kicking
the ghosts
in the front
of the train
© Björn Blomqvist 2019-05-14
The Wrestler
I’m dressed, blue or red,
to the struggle in my head
Steps in circles, side to side,
for a brainless stride
Be alone, now or later,
when the pain will be greater
Tomorrow, day or night,
to a mindful fight…
…in the darkness, out of sight
© Björn Blomqvist 2019-03-06
Lost in…
Deep, deep through my soul,
the sound of a falling stone
There is a big empty hole,
around and always alone
On and inside my boiling head,
the heat of a burning mind
To catch thoughts, alive or dead,
don’t know and what am I to find
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-12-18
Rensa ur
Snurra hjulet, titta ned
Känn vinden, bromsa upp
Ropa högt, lyssna in
Fånga stunden, pusta ut
Spring för livet, kasta loss
Hämta andan, greppa tag
Rensa tankar, samla kraft
Hitta tillbaka, alldeles tom
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-12-04
Stuck
As you know, I’m published as poet in two anthologies and now try to figure out what am I have as a poem to this year’s anthology.
It’s two weeks to deadline and maybee I need more red wine or only a better self confidence.
Wish me luck…
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-10-24
Lost
I tried to find poetic lines,
that bouncing against a black wall
of unbreakable bricks
I tried to capture feelings,
that fall into an open sea
of sunken love
I tried to say words,
that rise to a sky
of untouched clouds
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-10-16
Honesty
Honesty’s question mark,
a force,
but for someone,
a struggle to perfection
Who?
Honesty’s goodness,
a need,
but for someone,
to drown in Anxiety’s list,
of…
…what’s right and wrong – good or bad
Being sad instead,
to be mad
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-09-26
Why
I did not, would I?
I wanted it, but…
…an inner voice said that
Thank you very much,
thanks…
…for everything
A cold farewell,
nothing more
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-08-04
Sjörike
En strimma ljus, en sol i ögonen
En färd framåt, en vind i ryggen
En hjälpande hand, en våg i aktern
En drivande kraft, en åra i vattnet
En bildskön vik, en horrisont i fjärran
En svalkande vind, en båt i rörelse
En avskild plats, en brygga i sikte
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-07-29
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