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: Poetry
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
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
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
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
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
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