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Not sure where to post this. Well, I intend to post my poetry in this thread, as I love writing, both in Norwegian and English. Too bad you don't understand Norwegian, but I might translate some of them. Well, here goes;

A Disease to One's Flesh

Jealousy.

A disease.
A disease to one's flesh.
To one's mind.
To one's thoughts.
To one's body.

Infiltrations in one's trust,
making believes of what maybe is not.
A wrapped up infection.
Sets in like a storm.
Obtaining infection by one's fresh air,
manipulate one's faith of what could be.

In the lack of answers,
when one's being short on trustworthy reply
on what's ought to be denied,
we maintain the obscure of fear
by longing for what we can not achieve.
A stroked becoming of one's addiction.

Yvonne - 04

Regards, Yvonne

Coloured Glasses

We see the world through these coloured glasses,
rose coloured glasses.
With tinted spectacles we preserve the
red vision of love,
of blood.
The white view of glory,
the pureness.
The yellow sight of happiness.
The green view of jealousy.
The blue eyesight of coldness,
for the children,
family.
The black vision of secrets,
shed away on a shelf.

For the mankind we serve.
We conceal ourselves on the field that are ours.
A dust of ourselves,
which from where we were born,
shaped by the wind.
By the forces of nature,
made aware.
Breathing ourselves,
being blessed by the suns where we belong.
Washed away by the rivers.
Our memory lingers on,
flowers for love,
our ways to roam.

Yvonne - 04

Regards, Yvonne

Wipe the Spots Off

Wipe the spots off.
No remains.
Traces washed ashore.
Marks flushed away.
Not a sign.
No nothing.

Don't let it last.
Just one's business.
Nothing more.
It happens.
Everyday.
Hearts are broken each single day.

Even if one feel mostly dead,
it doesn't help much,
because one will always be half alive.
Our own lives,
we do it our own way,
by putting it in the hands of others.

Yvonne - 05

Regards, Yvonne

Valentine I

Gifts,
wrapped in red paper.
Red roses,
satin hearts.
Chocolates
and promises you can't keep.
Kisses
and embraces.
Lovely dinners,
beef and wine.
Poetry
and trips to Paris.

I turn my back.
A gust of wind
send chills down my spine.
I throw up,
laughing hysterically.
Wondering.
Where are the unspoken words of truth?
Questioning a stupid tradition.
Heartbroken lovers crying,
shameful.
Making me laugh.

How pity.

Regards, Yvonne

Valentine II

Tendering lovers,
ordering tickets to the modern love.
Catch my breath.
Wish it was not so.
Why can't it be like before.
I don't understand.
Why can't the three little words,
be enough?

Hearts locked up in prisons,
set "free" by their keys
on Valentine's day.
Loved spread,
in the wide world.
Chasing.
Breathlessly.
People like me go hiding.
Valentine oxygen burns up my little lungs,
I'm seeking some stuffiness that suits me.
Find myself as an owl,
sickened by the Valentine sunshine.
Searching desperatly,
but I got my own loving soul.
My own spark of divine fire.
Do not need a note.

Regards, Yvonne

Valentine III

These days,
love's wrapped in red paper,
given with red roses and satin hearts.
Chocolates,
a taste of love.
Loving,
by the promises you can't keep.
Kisses
and embraces making love.
Love suited for dinners,
beef and wine.
Love described by
poetry
and trips to Paris.

Regards, Yvonne

Valentine IV

Still makes me wonder.
Is this fair?
Is this right?
Valentine,
dreadfull word.
It can't describe the love,
whose the others cannot see.
A pathetic symoblic memory,
for those who don't know how to use their skills.
The art of love.
Painted with all the colours of the world,
seen by true lovers.
Real lovers do not need one "special" day as a reminder.
Those who love without a reminder,
are the most appreciated.
For those who feel that every day together is unique.
For those who know that every day together is special.

Yvonne - 04

Regards, Yvonne

The Kiss II

He sealed my lips,
while he gently ran his fingers through my hair.
His tongue stroke mine,
then a wobbling feeling of relief ran through me.

It made me want for more when his eyes pierced mine.
But a sudden feeling of shame came over me.
I pulled away.
I could hear him knocking as I closed the door behind me.

Yvonne - 06

Regards, Yvonne

Spread Your Wings

Spread your wings,
just let yourself fly.
Spread your wings,
prepare to die.

Spread your wings,
but beware of the cloudy sky.
Spread your wings,
so I can say goodbye.

Yvonne - 04

Regards, Yvonne

Your poems are very very good! Hmmm maybe I should write some more. I always feel like it in the summer.

Thanks debbiejo! Here are some more;

Hurt

Everybody gets hurt sometimes,
but not always the same way.
I guess,
my forgiveness depends on the intentions behind the hurt.
Sometimes,
I feel nothing but sadness.
Sometimes,
I feel nothing but anger.
Sometimes,
inflicting someone with hurt becomes a sin.
But I guess,
without sin there is no forgiveness.

Yvonne - 04

Regards, Yvonne

Beautiful

Beautiful,
stuck in our throats.
Chasing us everywhere we go.
Hunts us.
Stuck on us,
like glue.
Like a cockroach,
everlasting,
almost.

We try to escape,
away from the horrifying beautiful.
A concept,
made for harassment.
Like a shadow.
Used in wrong terms.
Has set a standard for our poor souls,
desperately the unsureness fill our veins.
Poisoning the lost souls of tomorrow.

A lovely word,
used wrong.
The sense of true beauty never reach the screen.
Hidden from the outside world,
while we try to embrace the false dignity.
The false mentality sets a double standard,
laughs at us right in the face.
Thinking we're smart,
being dumb.

It can't be characterised,
or set in motion.
There's no description,
no recipe.
Only man-made.
A fantasy.
A dream that never comes true.
Only one correct answer;
the beauty is within,
deeper,
it reaches beneath the eye,
it casts only a glimpse in the mirror of our souls.

Yvonne - 04

Regards, Yvonne

A piece of paper

I'm like a brand new piece of paper.
Never been written on.
Never been touched.

I've saved my paper,
for the story
of your pen.

This piece of paper,
is longing for the truth,
your mindful truth.

Yvonne - 03

Regards, Yvonne

All Alone

I'm all alone,
even though I'm standing in a crowd.

No one can hear me,
because they're too busy,
being popular.

When I'm here,
they just ignore me.
When I speak,
they just laugh.

They're blindfolded,
by trying,
to be someone they're not.

When I'm here,
no one can see me.
I'm kind of invisible,
but I'm not really hiding.

They go on with their talk,
surrounded,
on their little island.
Don't even notice the world outside.

It hurts me,
that it's got to be this way.

No one by my side,
but I manage to fight the tears.
But I can not forget the wounds inside.

I'm tougher than the rest,
standing here all alone.

I want to let go of this place,
and make an end.

It's tough,
got no scars to show.

They hope seeing me crawl,
they hope seeing me fall.

If I leave this place,
I will leave no trace.
Because I know,
they don't care.

To them,
I don't matter,
I don't even exist.

They just follow the rest,
trying not to be the outsider.
Well I don't really care,
I'm leaving them out of my life,
anyhow, anyway.

They don't realise,
how foolish they are.
No one is independent enough,
struggling to fit in.

Well hey,
I would rather go on,
being all alone.

Just being me.

Because I'm not the one,
who's living a life based on a lie.

Yvonne - 03

Regards, Yvonne

wow yvonne. you have tons of poems.

hehe, i'll be back when i'm done reading them.

okay, done.

ones i liked: Love Digression; With the License to Kill; Wipe the Spots Off; My Art; Valentine I; Valentine IV; Hurt; and Beautiful.

ones i loved : Coloured Glasses; Valentine II; The Kiss I; The Kiss II; Spread Your Wings; Troubled; and Different Eyes.

nice job and keep up the great work!

Thank you! I'm glad you like them. More to come.

Regards, Yvonne

Love unknown

Like your fragrance fill the air,
I flow here. But out of reach.

I stick here,
until my wounds hurt me even more.

I can see the blood,
at the wall within.

It's breaking my sanity,
straggling to survive.

I'm going mad,
in this anonymous undressing of love.

It tears me down,
this no where's land.

Viewed by the naked eye,
I stand cold.

An unknown love,
a new love.

I still got all these questions,
hanging on my shoulders.

My heart,
stuck in my throat.

The words,
a wobbling truth.

Dying to tell,
the dreadful secret.

A secret of mine,
the love unknown.

Yvonne - 03

Regards, Yvonne

wow, you've been busy.

nice job, Yvonne!

keep up the great work.

Thank you. More poems to come.

Regards, Yvonne

A Burning Candle

I could tell you that I love you,
love you all my life,
couldn't I?

But wouldn't that be like telling you
that a candle shall continue burning,
continue burning,
as long as it shall live?

Yvonne - 05

Regards, Yvonne

A Disgrace to Mankind

You laugh at me,
but I feel only disregarded.
A disgrace to mankind.
I'm not impressed.

You tell me tales that has already been told,
you humiliate yourself.
You deal with the devil
and sell your soul.

I look in your eyes,
and see only two big black holes.
I look at your smile,
and see only your mouth.

I can see only you,
the person outside.
You are a disgrace to mankind,
search within for every piece you can find.

Yvonne - 04

Regards, Yvonne

A Love I Will Never Understand

This love.
A love I will never understand.
Great sadness
for some love.

A rose.
That's what it's all about.
Press the thorn to my chest.
Bleeding.

As the thorn penetrates my heart,
I sing the sweetest song anyone has ever heard.

Yvonne - 05

Regards, Yvonne

cool.

i really liked the Disgrace one.

Thank you.

Regards, Yvonne

clap Bravissimo the poems are spectacular. Granted there are few that I wont bother to rant about because the majority of them are simply worth the praise.

Thank you, that's very kind of you.

Regards, Yvonne

To have and have not

Some have it.
Some haven't.
It's the big issue.
To have and have not.
Love.

Everyone is hoping for it,
dreaming of it,
making plans with it,
counting on it.
Love.

Everyone,
everyday,
every way.
someday,
someway,
somehow,
believe that it will come.
Love.

It's fun,
amusing,
entertaining.
Love.

Make people's heart core tremble.
It's something they will always remember.
Something they cannot later resemble.
Love.

Yvonne - 04

Regards, Yvonne

amazing. i really liked....well, all of them.

Thank you, I'm glad you like them.

Regards, Yvonne

Originally posted by yvonnekarate
To have and have not

Some have it.
Some haven't.
It's the big issue.
To have and have not.
Love.

Everyone is hoping for it,
dreaming of it,
making plans with it,
counting on it.
Love.

Everyone,
everyday,
every way.
someday,
someway,
somehow,
believe that it will come.
Love.

It's fun,
amusing,
entertaining.
Love.

Make people's heart core tremble.
It's something they will always remember.
Something they cannot later resemble.
Love.

Yvonne - 04



This is very pretty.
Regards, Yvonne

Thank you, glad you like it.

Regards, Yvonne

Never Let Go

Whilst being weak and weary,
it's left for one to ponder,
like visions in the dark night,
which one never can disclose.

Yet one's heart tremble
is someone's manifest.
Like the testament of ultimatums
which will never be true.

Dear not speak the truth
or it shall be buried.
Like the corpses floating down stream,
without being able to foresee what's coming.

Be proud my love.
Yet do not deny your faith.
Even if it doesn't include me.
Hold tight and never let go.

Whilst walking past shadowy lanes
and listening to that sweet murmur
I'm not sure, not really.
A strike to the core which leaves me paralysed.

For all the world to see.
In this vast landscape of dreams and hopes,
where enemies cease to kill,
death is yet redundant.

Yvonne - 08

Great poes! You should write officially... 5* Check out my poetry sometime Yvonne... Im sure you will find something you like... :J

Thank you, I'll check out your work later.: )

And it's "Dare not speak the truth" and not "Dear not speak the truth". Just a stupid mistake and I have no idea how it got there.

How'd you make all the pretty coloures? G'night! zzzzzz

I don't know really, haha. Night!

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