Tag: poems
I always forget – a poem.
do you also seem to
not remember
the sunsets we saw
middle of december?
it was the most
beautiful I have
ever laid my eyes
on
why don’t I remember
the sunsets
from middle of
december?
where was I that day
if not in the middle of
nowhere
and looking at the sky
where was I
those days
when sun sets sky on fire
above frozen hills of death
where were we when birds laid to sleep
and the yellow bulb lit the sky before
the darkness came?
Mareritt – a poem.
Summer poem.
The warm evenings of late July
The pink and purples covering
the sky just wondering
if you’re at the same place as I
am or if I’m mistaken and misplaced.
Do I have to cross this street
or will u make the search for me?
Will you check behind the tree?
It’s warm so we can stay outside.
But it’s getting dark.
The warm evenings of late July
Did I hear mosquitoes or was that just
someone’s cry?
I was just wondering if you were here
or we were just lost somewhere.
Skog – a poem collection.
I wrote a couple of poems which circulate around subject of forest so I decided to gather them together in samling : collection.
Continue reading “Skog – a poem collection.”The smell of January.
My head is full of poetry those days. I wake up with random poems in my head and I go to sleep similar… and sometimes I have to merge them and it suddenly all makes sense. Enjoy.
Continue reading “The smell of January.”Love’s A Stranger – a poem.
Powoli spadający śnieg.
A wiesz kogo dzisiaj spotkałam?
Jerzy.
Ale i tak nikt mi nie uwierzy…
Ciemno było… ale lampki w oknach!
Ale pruszyło!
A teraz idź precz!
Juz wszystko przecież wiesz…
Zostaw mnie tutaj, chcę zatańczyć
z Jerzym, poudawajmy, że tak pięknie
tutaj śnieży
Idź, już idź…
*** translation ***
Slowly falling snow.
Do you know who I met today?
George.
But no one will know…
It was dark… but the lights in the windows!
Big flakes of snow!
Now go away!
You already heard everything…
Let me stay,
I want to dance with George,
let’s pretend the snow
isn’t forged
Go, just go…
Faraway – a poem.
I never know what to write in those intros for poems. You like poems: you’re welcome to check what I created. You don’t like poems: you’re welcome to my other creations. Enjoy!
Continue reading “Faraway – a poem.”May’s rain – a poem.
One day was just like I always loved: a warm, but not too hot, and little bit of rainy, with birds chirping in the background. May at its best.
Rudolf Nilsen’s “Jeg hadde tenkt -” and “På stranden”.
As I own a small book full of Rudolf Nilsen’s poems, I decided to deliberately translate them. Mostly for fun, and also for others, if you’re into poems. Here’s my last translations: Two poems by Rudolf Nilsen., Rudolf Nilsen’s “På stengrunn”., Rudolf Nilsen – a proletarian poet.
Continue reading “Rudolf Nilsen’s “Jeg hadde tenkt -” and “På stranden”.”
