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The words just come out/Ordene bare kommer
This post is for my Norwegian readers. I do write poetry, or, rather, the words just seem to find me. Most of my poetry is in Norwegian, and one of them I will share today. For en del år tilbake...
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The present moment
the breath in the present moment is all life has to give so little and yet it is everything you need the silencing of your active mind is the loudest cry to life for all that you heart desires...
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Yearning
Yearning for the drops of water as a testament of winter vanishing Yearning for a different day to pull me out of equilibrium Yearning for more time to say the right words Yearning for not yearning...
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Om (et dikt)
Om du kunne høre løvet synge de fremmede, velkjente ord som menn elsker å frykte Om du kunne se skyene smelte og himmelens kunnskap regne over deg Om du kunne dyrke i den regnvåte jorden og fø alle...
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I'm sorry for not knowing...
Reblogged from Author Kristen Hope Mazzola: I am a broken person shattered from what I did not know too late marks my heart a painful brand that will weigh on it everlasting are all the words left...
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Loud scream
For so many years the body was silenced below thoughts of achievement and duty Giving out a silent, restless scream each and every night wihtout being heard The restless shout telling the story of...
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The Inevitable
The inevitable is getting closer Slowly and painfully the inevitable is crawling like ants under your skin until you wonder what is left of you or what is pure pain Fast and unnoticeably the inevitable...
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About poetry and loss
Many years ago, I started to write poetry. It was healing to me, and it still is. My poems just appear, whenever I am affected by something or someone. It is like they are just floating out there,...
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Venting (a poem/et dikt)
“Solen lyser over den tomme plassen Herfra er den kun den store porten som vitner om at dette er fengsel for dem som i nød søker beskyttelse Du venter hver dag på at jeg skal ta deg med fra gangane...
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Some people leave footprints – et dikt
Jeg lurer på hva du vil meg hvorfor du søker etter noe å sette fingeren på Jeg retter lyset mot meg selv for å se om jeg ser det du ser Ufrivillig Ulystig Uvilkårlig trenger ditt syn inn i meg klatrer...
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Incarceration – a poem
A feeling lingers almost caged beneath the trivialities that we share out loud Beneath the laughter between friends Beneath our visions and our hopes It will slowly seep through the cracks of...
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9/11 or 7/22
We lost our innocence that day Something dark crawled out of the towers smoke, ashes and hatred layered the streets for days for weeks, for years We lost our innocence that day When children were the...
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What was the best gift you ever got?
I just read a magazine, with the title What was the best gift you ever got? For me, it must be Kjærlighetsdikt/Love poems by Stein Mehren. It was a gift from my former collague, whos name was also...
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Heaven has yet another angel
A brutal message one winter night sent all of us in a state of numbness. I still miss your head leaning on my shoulders when you were visiting. The smell of coffee makes me see the reflection of you in...
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How did the angels get her wings on
The little life so small, I wonder how did the angels get her wings on You were not ours to have, to know a mere dream of what to comeFiled under: dikt, poetry
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Det umulige (et dikt/a poem)
En gang speilet vi oss i det magiske speilet der forelskelsens forvrengning speilet for oss den samme fremtid Umerkbart ønsket vi å lukke øynene for de kvelende tak på hverandres drømmer fordi de...
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Friheten som er kjempet for (et dikt/a poem)
Jeg river plastrene av livets sår for å slikke de langsomt kjenne smaken av lansen som skapte de Bladet som kalles redsel som river oss bort fra friheten vi så inderlig kjemper for sårene blir til arr...
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The silent longing – a photographic art fashion-story
I am thrilled to present a collaboration of art and photography, fashion and make-up; to present an...
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The Waltz of Life – Fall fashion my way, poetry style :-)
My whirling body is stretching out my toes searching for the safer ground as Life decided to dance a waltz with me slowly letting go of the fight I let me lead by the beats of Life Black and lace...
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Through still waters
Relentlessly, the water hits the rocks as currents in my mind through storms, it loudly crashes into the essence of me through still waters it silently polishes my curious soul Poetry and pictures –...
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