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
Tag: Poet
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
Sail by Love
The ocean, a place of love
that flows on the emotional waves
Your heart opens up to sail
in a boat through all loving winds
The sea water splashes around
on you, to cold the sexual heat
My coast, is in the arms
of everything you sailed for…
…in the end of an armada of love
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-08-28
Searcher
Traces far away
from the start
Something in a
lifetime, a melody
to survive
Too many chances
out of reach
Everything in a
moment, words
to heat a heart
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-08-13
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
The Mirror in my Pocket
Two sides in a reflection of
pictures to delete
You and I, or both of us,
but only pieces of me
Deep in my pocket,
broken and not complete
Who am I, what can I see,
or who could it be
My eyes dance alone
on the mirror’s frame
in slow motions to the
melody of broken glass
Lost in a cracked surface,
life picture isn’t the same
In between lies the hope,
leaved in the pile of mass
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-05-21
Sound of a Sunset
Evening sparrows fill the night
with tones, played on the leafs
Calm winds give bubbles
in a tiny puddle on the ground
The shadows sleep on the clouds
in a dream of a snoring sun
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-05-01
Maybe…
…there’re days by the field,
from morning to the night
It’s a hard work to do,
heavy duty without a fight
There’re sweat and tears,
from the sun to the moon
Early start, nothing to say,
only an hour to the noon
There’re lives underground,
from the plant to the grape
Cold water fills the throat,
to shine, live and get in shape
Too much
🎼
Grabbing a glass of beer,
to the sound of a country song
Singing alone my dear,
for being your love, all night long
Fills my life by the barrel tap,
when the body turns to dry
Starts my engine after a nap,
when it lives and don’t die
Hoping to find what I hear,
in a life from bar to bar
Dancing alone my dear,
for being gone, not too far
Fills my life by the barrel tap,
when the body turns to dry
Starts my engine after a nap,
when it lives and don’t die
Shaking the hips and the bone,
to the sound from the strings
Changes words on every tone,
for playing to it springs
Fills my life by the barrel tap,
when the body turns to dry
Starts my engine after a nap,
when it lives and don’t die
🎼
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-03-26
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
No no no…
Every night I’m squeezing
my pillow, hard and harder,
until I fall asleep, heavily
Every hours of sleep,
at night, is the nightmare
still alive, still beside
Every morning I wake up,
sad, scared and alive, but
lives next to a nightmare
Sweet dreams needs to
fill my pillow every day
and every moment…
…please
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-03-03
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
Through the Eyes
Kindness in the speed of the light
gets through the gaze of the dark
Emptiness in the need of the night
gets through the face of the lark
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-02-09
Under the Stars
Somewhere, high above
shines a star on my half-
hearted mission of being
the best version of me
In between, rests a destiny,
heavy on the clouds under
the stars, to lay my star,
softly and warm in my hand
Below, under my feet
shakes the ground in time
with my heartbeats, loudly
so you can hear me sing
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-02-02
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
Speakable…
On a bench, a painted word
drops down on a leaf
By a leaf, a silent touch
lifts an eye above the head
Inside a head, a good thought
spinning to slips aside
One step aside, a bad
feeling bouncing in the chest
Deep inside the chest, a new word
waiting to paint a heart
Stuck in a heart, a painted letter
still rest on a bench
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2022-01-09
In Bloom…
🥀 The Flower as I 🌻
From a crack in the street, grew a flower with the aim of eternal life.
The asphalt that covered playgrounds and cycling paths was surrounded
by concrete houses. He grew up beyond all the fine flower arrangements and
the road was never straight. The road that led him forward was crooked
and lined with obstacles and resistance.
The acquisition, which was governed by inheritance and obligation, was
the predetermined course. Nothing went as wrong as the credible thesis
– a theory failed. With death as a close visitor, the life got a second chance.
From an asphalt flower to a victim after a deadly journey under a vehicle,
the wounded plant rised against all odds.
From a course change to discourse in the academic flower box, new seeds
where spread. Nectar that has always been there, was suffocated due to
uncertainty. The survivor of the working-class society became a conqueror of
dual bachelor’s degree. The conquest is unique in the collection of familiar
flowers.
Dramatized acting on stage became plant nutrient to the root. The strength
of memorizing the words in the script, became the flower’s power on the stage.
Predisposition for artistic analysis is the strength that strengthens the stem.
Water and sun are mixed with culture that breathes over the leaves.
The pot of poetry
will be filled to the brim
with hungry poems
to feed a starving poet.
Words and emotions
are fed with stanzas
and verses from the
middle of the soul.
The damaged flower
survived a serious
car accident, this day
41 years ago…
…and he is still in bloom.
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-01-07
Fighting the truth
The uncertainty in my eyes
hides the knowledge I have
My mind is in control of the
words you hear but not feel
The speech in my voice
is another bite on my lips
An incision along my tongue is
a choice to swallow my pride
Beside us in another direction
boils the letters to a new
reality you own when you talk
but I’m only listen to myself
In between faces of altercation
grows all we don’t see but
only hear it as bouncing eco
from hearts to a fight of the truth
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-01-02
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
Complexity
It’s a complex world,
full of bubbles in a bubble
One wants out, the other
still making trouble
All feelings in a dense
forest, waiting for the rain
The sun shines when the lust
is in the moss to feel the pain
Down the mountain goes
a lucky road from the top
From a hope to a jump out
shakes the ground without a stop
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-30
Uncomfortable
Am I too nice
to be hard
when the world
turns upside down?
Am I too afraid
to show my sensitivity
when other spins
the earth backwards?
Am I too weak
to be strong
in a weightless universe,
empty of content?
Am I too difficult
to be a number
when my genius
sleeps on the moon?
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-27
The herald among Duke Charles’ men 16th century
Often, too Often, I Think…?
What if, What if
The voice in my head
Unwanted, out of control
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
Window Mode
Since 2012, I have written 299 poems, and this will be the 300th. What’s out there and what’s in here, is an interpretation of my poetry that has constantly moved from my inner feelings to beautiful and enlightening things I have seen outside and around me. It has and will perhaps be a journey between the light and the darkness. But in between there’s a force so strong as in the best moments can move the mountains, who are a part of the roller coaster in my life.
So this is my 300th poem
A tiny light, surrounds
by the darkness, I feel
Crushed life that sounds
when emotions are real
Rays of the sun, walks
in a motion, so bright
Color of sensitive talks
paints my hope, by night
A feeling of calm, plays
alone when you can’t see
An inner fight in days,
a personal war for me
All bricks in the wall, sings
a capella for deaf ears
Dare to look, touch things,
doing it, without fears
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-20
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
Voices
In meanwhile, when everything
are resting in silence, but in a
head full of voices, on a slope,
down through my chest, rolls
everything I’m afraid of, faster
and faster till the end of what?
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-08
Thoughts in the Snow
Being alone in a quiet place,
by winter’s time in the bay.
Seeing snow far from space,
near home, a beautiful day.
Finding a sound of a wave,
to come and cover a stone.
Looking for moments to save,
when words are being alone.
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-04
Untouched Dots…
I don’t know, but I think I…
feel that, the worst, but I…
don’t know if it’s true, if I…
can’t have a clue, when I…
think on it, untouched…
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-03
Heavy
Falls like
a plummet
to the bottom,
when my anxiety
surfs on the waves,
and all my thoughts
are heavy as the ship
in the port by the
sea of worries
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-11-21
At ones
One thing within, like a sin
Starts of a reason this season
One time on prime, like a crime,
Starts to swear, everywhere and here
One way, like I´’ve say,
Ends on this line, even mine
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-11-04
Posted
As thoughts
in a mail box,
out of emptiness,
without sender,
sleeps the Devil
in the darkness,
ready to kick
all my worries
through the lid.
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-10-20
In the land of Anxiety
In the land of anxiety,
at a port in tears
rest the ships,
close to the cranes
In the land of anxiety,
on a airport of fears
sits the worries,
inside the planes
In the land of anxiety,
on a lake of scars,
dies the pain,
fixed on the hook
In the land of anxiety,
under the stars,
stands the anger,
to get a look
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-10-14
Ordskogen
Är vilse i skogen av alla vackra ord,
med en kartbok i handen,
fylld med svordomar jag
inte kan uttala.
Ord som växer i diket
längs vägen som förde mig hit…
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-09-20
To hold back
A moment to explode or, an accidental piece of shyness, can't get it in bloom, all you want, the will, the most lovable feeling, inside a bubble that you can't crack, because the fear is a thick skin on an equally thick layer of shyness... ...why? © Björn Blomqvuíst 2021-09-20
Captured
Inside, like air of a balloon
by thin shelter of thoughtfulness
stands a man in a comfort zone,
sad with lack of happiness.
Stuck, as flies in the spider’s net
lies a hug all alone, miles away,
captured by thoughts to regret,
now or later, mostly yesterday.
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-09-15
Silver Roses
Color doesn’t matter
by the end of the rainbow
when roses grow, by love,
but die by the waterfall,
in meanwhile all the
golden flowers build
a road along a silver field,
full of roses to walk on,
for you, only for you…
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-08-31
Unstoppable
Filled by fire,
a monster of a kind,
what happened,
what is it to find.
To feed, to grow,
like a big worry,
what is it, what
makes me sorry?
Bad thoughts,
an anxiety to fight,
what happened,
there’s no light.
To feed, to grow
like a big ball,
what is it, what
makes me fall?
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-08-14
Body boiling pressure
Uncut thoughts are filled to the top
all the way down through my body
Unresolved issues run non stop,
to pump my veins, hard and bloody
Unwanted information, in a war room
between my chest and my brain
Unpolished madness on moon
a monster to makes me insane
Unidentified emotions are still left
when the pressure begins to rise
Undesirable reactions are a theft
full of explosive hatred as the prize
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-06-22
Fragile II
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
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 grow 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 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
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
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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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
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-02-26
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
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-02-11
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
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-01-31
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
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-01-17
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Fredagslabyrinten
I en labyrint vandrar mörkret steget före mot den utväg som inte finns, inte här inte där heller, bländad av ljuset - överallt Myrsteg framåt, eller bakåt? Snurra runt Yr i bollen, ett platt fall, himlen är stjärnklar Marken är våt, gräset högt och ansiktet ned Jorden snurrar och marken skakar min kropp, fylld av halta druvor och promillesoldater i ett (full)skaligt krig med förnuft och känsla © Björn Blomqvist 2018-01-08
A nightmare world
Somewhere in my inner soul
there is a force, an unwelcome one,
whose purpose is to throw me away
from the present and put me in the future
A time shaped by all the mistakes
I have done in the course of history
© Björn Blomqvist 2017-12-14
Öm
Därunder, innanför som äggula
Ett tunt skinn, en hud – fotsula
Trampar mark – sparkar bakut
Skalet spricker – när tar det slut?
© Björn Blomqvist 2017-12-12
Nattens blomma 🌹
Lidelse genom dagen
som vissna blad
En blommas arma knopp,
när natten gör en glad
© Björn Blomqvist 2017
Nothing of nothing
An empty space
consists of nothing
Divided in two parts
The eyes are blind
by the black surface…
…Hindered by hearts
One world of hope
dreams of everything
Gathered on one place
Our Globe is blind
by the darkest clouds…
…It still an empty space
© Björn Blomqvist 2017-11-23
what ends?
The end,
end of something,
something that ends
in this moment,
ends up
soon…
in a living soul,
lost of hope,
hopes to end
that moment by
something…
© Björn Blomqvist 2017-11-14
Den som inga byxor har…
Himlen i en ljus nyans, ett tyg ett hav
blåare än mönstret om sömmens nav
Skuggans mörka kant, en fåll ett stygn
starkare än solkustens alla dygn
Svetten kring midjan, en åtsittande här
varmare än hjärtats eldiga atmosfär
Gylfens tajta band, en dragning i sänder
svagare än värmen från dina händer
Gräset mot tyget, en grönska så stor
grönare än den avundsjuka som gror
Ytan i ett solblekt material, en hetta
obehagligare än den is som lättar
Oceaner av bara ben, ett byxlöst land
större än de jeans som sytts för hand
Tyget så raspigt känns, fläckat av slem
mjukare än lädret om spännet i en lem
@ Björn Blomqvist 2017-08-30
When or since?
Big but thin, in a bubble, I live
for the moment, yesterday, just now
Empty but alone, in my mind, I hope
for now, tomorrow, the day before
Invisible but alive, in other’s heads
for a week, or days, in a moment
© Björn Blomqvist 2017-06-17
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