Poetry – Blomman’s Art & Poetry Blog

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 2021-04-09

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.

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.

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

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

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

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…

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

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

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

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

………@

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The E-mail Poem…

Viken

Skummet yr kring den sten
jag döpte en sommar
Viken ligger öppen
som den famn jag dig gav
Vågorna gör mossan mjuk,
lika mjuk som ditt namn
En lätt bris bryter tystnaden,
så tyst som du var då
Regn genom solstrålarna dina,
på en yta i regnbågens kulör

Why?

Enough, my head
explodes
Nerves of steel
were
just paper
There is a limit,
or there
were
A line, thin
as a invisible thread

That moment

There’s a poem in the air,
a poem to write by night
Letter after letter, a line,
to see, to feel and to fear
There’re words on the paper,
words to catch by the light,
Day after day, a house of cards,
to see, to feel and to tear

Färdas

Med vindens fart
en svala så när
på jorden ur havet
ett hjärtas själ
Med vingars hjälp
en ängel så kär
på himlen ur molnet
ett ömt farväl

…Also at: Poeter.se/Blomman

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