Tag: Poetry

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

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… 

©️ Blomman 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

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

🎼 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

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

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

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




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