I'll start things off by posting 20 poems. and one or two in swedish just because you can't read them!
okay!
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1
”I’m walking on a field of snow. I can see three stars.”
”I know not what they are called, yet I can see them now.”
”What names do these stars hold. The stars that I see now?”
”The moon the moon, I cannot see. Hidden by the clouds so thick.”
”The sun is sleeping yet, behind the horizons line.”
”Soon to rise in dawn, And warm up my heart.”
”I’m walking on a field of snow. I can see three stars.”
”I know now what they are called, and still I see them know.”
”Hope and love and peace. This the stars are called.”
”The moon the moon I now can see, slightly shining, behind the clouds.”
”The sun is rising now, colouring the clouds.”
”In bright shades of purple now. And all the clouds are fair.”
”I’m walking on a field of snow. I can see three stars.”
”I know now the names of them. But they are fading now.”
”Soon they are to dissapear, when the sun does rise.”
”The moon the moon, is fading too, all is leaving exept the sun.”
”The sun has risen now. It warms up my soul.”
”The world is bright the snow does melt. And all is to be well.”
Olov Steinwall©
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2
As we lie down there in my bed I start examening your body.
Admiring you perfect shapes and curves.
Like a gentle river of beaty,
does your hair run down your cheeks and shoulders.
It flows so wild yet lies so perfect on your bare skin.
Every string of hair is a work of gods art.
When I look into your eyes I see but joy.
A circle of color in a white sea,
with a piece of black in the center,
a mirror to your soul.
Your eyebrows lies like small clouds above your fair eyes.
Every eyelash entangles me, binds me closer to you.
Your nose, even a sculper couldn’t make,
for ever so perfect it is.
Your chin is firm yet gentle.
Both of your cheeks are rosy red.
Oh, like apples beginning to ripe.
Your ears are fine, delicate,
when I touch them I am gentle,
for I do not want to brake them.
Your neck is smooth like a sheet of silk.
Your shoulders are wide yet so timid.
As I touch them I feel that you are nervous,
but you shouldn’t be.
For I treat you like a frail doll,
every touch is with care,
every time with hope of not braking you.
Your arms are strong yet they are so small.
So smoth they are.
Each one of your fingers are so beatiful,
so small but ever so fine.
I feel them on my chest and I feel aroused.
I carefully travel with my hands to your chest,
I feel your breast, so voluptious and smooth.
I continue down and kiss you gently in your bellybutton.
I feel your legs, they are as smoth as all with you.
I slowly start kissing you, working my way up to your lips,
those red volutpious lips so full with passion.
As I feel your tounge againsty mine I seem to drift away.
Soon I wake up realising it must have been a dream.
But as I look onto my pillow I see something odd.
It is a strain of hair. Longer than mine and the color you had.
Was it all a dream or wasn’t it?
Olov Steinwall©
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2
I wish I was a cat, that way I would be allright, everytime I fall.
I wish I was a bird, that way I could fly away, every time I'm hurt.
I wish I was a mole, then I would burrow deep, everytime I'm sad.
I wish I was a bear, then no one would bother me.
Olov Steinwall©
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4
Life is a flower
First you are a seed
Then you Grow
Once you blossom
Then you wither
Olov Steinwall©
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5
Life is a flower
Some people pick you
Others sneeze at you
Others adore you
Some preserve you
Olov Steinwall©
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6
Roses are red
And so is my bed
You struck me deep
And i died in my sleep
Olov Steinwall©
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7
Slowly walking on a solemn street.
All he hears is a gloomy beat.
Silver tears run down his cheek.
His love abandoned his this week.
A rageful boy clunges his fist.
Strikes blindly into the mist.
Hitting naught but air.
The boy falls into despair.
Hoping to rejoin his dear.
The boy he sheads another tear.
Far away the girl is weeping.
She cannot bare to continue sleeping.
Her heart points in one direction.
To the boy she once held in affection.
The boy he dare not ask her.
Why they cannot be together.
And on this gloomy night.
Two hearts refuse to fight.
Olov Steinwall©
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8
Like a grain of sand, that's how I feel.
And you are like the sun, far far away.
You shine everyday with your golden rays.
But I recive you heat with a days delay.
When you burst of joy I am unknowing.
Untill a week later I hear the word.
Do you even know I exist, I do not know.
Yet everyday I reach my hands out to you.
Trying to graps the beatuy that you hold.
Failing but never giving up the fight.
Everytime I see you smile, I feel warm.
The smile on your face tells me somehow,
That somewhere, sometime, there is hope,
For a life for you and me as one.
I will never surender to despair.
But at times I feel down and depressed.
When I look at you, far far away.
To far for me to come close.
Such times makes me plunge into sadness.
For I think there is no more hope.
But I must never stop beleiving.
In hope for a love between us.
There will come a day someday.
When noone stands between us.
And my feelings may flow forth.
unhalted by the opinions of others.
My thoughts will be directed at you.
Without bounds, without breaks but with love
Olov Steinwall©
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9
A Bitter sweet symphony
Echoes trough my head.
Tired of hypocrisy.
My throat fills with lead.
My life is a tragedy.
Soon i will be dead.
Olov Steinwall©
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10
What if I bleed?
What if everytime you look away my heart gets a scar?
What if I bleed?
What if you harsh words are like needles in my skin?
What if I cry?
What if your every word can break my walls?
What if I cry?
What if everytime I look at you I know it will never be?
Olov Steinwall©
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11
Amazement.
Meeting you with your hair let down after school.
Solitude.
Thinking of you and your eyes, all alone in my room.
Despair.
Hearing word of your new boyfriend.
Hope.
Watching you smile at me everytime that we meet.
Bliss.
Feeling the warmth as I hold you during the dance.
Anger.
Clenching my fist as I See you with another man.
Dedication.
Honing my skills to impress you as best I can.
Resolve.
Writing the letter declaring my love.
Olov Steinwall©
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12
Do not despair.
Se the light though the shadows.
Look into the air.
The nightingale flies to freedom.
Let loose your hair.
Run down the hills in joy for life.
Come to my lair.
I will wuard you foreverer and more.
Olov Steinwall©
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13
I'm going to buy me a slice of the moon.
And eat it slowly with a fork and a spoon.
Settle my hunger for love and affection.
Then remove your picture from my collection.
I must douse the flame of desire.
And find someone who can me inspire.
I'm going to buy me apice of the sun.
To blind peoples eyes while I run.
Olov Steinwall©
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14
A white dove sails through the moonlit sea.
Who can tell where he makes his nest?
A white dove sings in the morning light.
Who can tell how he finds some rest?
A white doves falls through the midday breeze.
Who can tell who struck his chest?
A white dove lies on the evening soil.
Who can tell he adorns your crest?
Olov Steinwall©
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15
Nobody will ever know,
The pain that I do feel,
When I walk upon the fields of glass and thorns.
Nobody will ever feel,
The agony of mine,
From the dagger in my soul and in my heart.
Nobody will ever tell.
How I really feel.
When I'm not with you and all alone.
Nobody will ever realize.
That I'm hiding my feelings away.
So that I will not get hurt.
Olov Steinwall©
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16
My moon-car has no squirrel!
Fair toaster give me a lazer,
so I can peel my furnished toe.
My envelope is made of lego.
Oh rodents of the seven seas,
send me a coconut of jellybeans!
Vikings has no pink garments,
for they eat chocolate with milk.
Though leather belts are classy.
Olov Steinwall©
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17
Chewing on ice to douse the flame.
To calm the desire, to releive the pain.
Swallowing snow to numb the heart.
To cover the need to halt the lust.
Olov Steinwall©
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18
Unresponded love,
The grimmest kind it is.
For every night you grieve.
For you know not if thy love is received.
You know not is thy love love you back.
Nor do you know if thy love hate you
Olov Steinwall©
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19
To be in love is common.
To also be shy and afraid is common.
Not only am I that but I am more.
For I am not a knight in shining armour.
Nor am I a hero on a white steed.
I am a common man, with a common heart.
My love are common and so is my pain.
But can can a fair lady love the common man?
Or is that only the stuff of stories?
Or does love truly conquer all?
Olov Steinwall©
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20
I am a man of wonders,
people amaze at my skills.
Yet I lack the skill that I need.
I lack the courage,
or perhaps the foolishness?
To declare my feelings to my love.
Olov Steinwall©
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21
I lie sweating in my bed.
It is late at night and it's raining.
I cannot sleep in my current state.
For the flame of my love consumes me.
For I never display or confess this love.
And therefore it burns within me.
Hidden,
Secret,
Safe.
And at the cost of my sanity,
I guard my pride.
For displaying my emotions would make me a fool.
Olov Steinwall©
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Warning! the following poem is in swedish!
I mina drömmar, där finns allting som du önskar.
I mina drömmar, där kretsar allt kring dig.
I mina drömmar, där finns allting du vill ha.
I mina drömmar, där finns en plats för dig.
I mina drömmar, är det du och ingen annan.
I mina drömmar, handlar vare sång om dig.
I mina drömmar, är det du och jag för alltid.
I mina drömmar, där finns en plats för dig.
I mina drömmar, har jag ingen saknad.
I mina drömmar, så saknar jag dig ej.
Åh jag hoppas, att du vill bli ett med mig.
Åh jag hoppas, att du vill drömma mina drömmar.
Olov Steinwall©
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There, now I leave it to you to continue what I have started.
Oooh hope they like them :/
reminds me to get to play harvest moon again!
