Yvonne's poetry

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

A Norwegian poem then;

Andre øyne

Jeg ser med andre øyne nå.
Andre øyne enn det jeg gjorde før.
Det er ikke min fornuft som har forandret seg,
heller mitt hjerte.
Det er ikke fordi jeg ikke elsker deg lenger,
det er heller at jeg ikke liker deg så godt som før.

Jeg har tatt av meg brillene.
Ikke fordi jeg ikke trenger dem lenger,
men fordi solen ikke lenger er så sterk.
Og selv om solen går ned,
så vil den stå opp igjen i morgen.
Noen ganger gjemt bak skyene riktignok.

Før trodde jeg at noe var mye mer enn enn noe.
Før trodde jeg at mye var mye mer enn mye.
Nå vet jeg at noe er er mye mer enn mye.
Nå vet jeg at mye er mye mer enn noe.
Kulepennen din er ikke som andre kulepenner.
Din kulepenn lagde kullhull på mitt uberørte ark.

Yvonne - 05

In English;

Different Eyes

I see with different eyes now.
Different eyes than before.
It’s not my sense that has changed,
rather my heart.
It’s not because I don’t love you anymore,
more because I don’t like you as much as I used to.

I’ve taken off my spectacles.
Not because I don’t need them anymore,
but because the sun isn’t any longer that strong.
And even though the sun is going down,
there will still be a sunrise tomorrow.
Though sometimes hiding behind the clouds.

Earlier on I thought that some was a lot more than some.
Earlier on I thought that a lot was a lot bigger than a lot.
Now I know that some is bigger than a lot.
Now I know that a lot is bigger than some.
Your ball pen is not like any other ball pens.
Your ball pen pointed a hole on my untouched paper.

Yvonne - 05

Regards, Yvonne

Never Say Die

Don’t be beguiled by that smooth tongue.
Lips which dare not to say those unspoken words.
Where human beings are for trade.
Never say die.

I shall never forget my words,
never.
I need, and shall not worry.
I never worry about small details.

It is the end,
Isn’t it?
What’s been expected,
but never wanted.

Yvonne - 05

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

Yet another poem from me, translated from Norwegian into English;

Å forstå

Mange har tydeligvis vanskelig for å forstå.
Forstå det som er utenfor deres fatteevne.
Enten fordi de ikke gidder å forstå,
eller fordi de simpelthen ikke vet hvordan de skal kunne forstå.

Mange skjønner seg ikke på ensomhet.
Mange frykter ensomheten.
Slik de frykter døden.
Men ensomheten er noe mer en ensomhet.

Det er viktig å kunne være alene.
Å finne seg selv alene.
Det er viktig å kunne like sitt eget selskap.
På den måten vil man kunne like andres selskap bedre.

Folk skjønner ikke at ensomhet ikke alltid ensomhet.
Ensomhet finnes i mange former.
Det er viktig å huske på forskjellene.
Det er viktig å ikke blande dem sammen.

Det finnes to måter å være ensom på.
Den ensomheten man velger selv
og den man ikke velger selv.
Skillene kunne ikke vært større.

Mangelfull kunnskap om ensomhet skaper ofte ensomhet,
for ensomheten blir ikke ensom før det blir satt ord på den.
Det er bedre å være ensom alene,
enn ensom med mange.

Yvonne - 04

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To understand

Some obviously have a hard time of understanding.
An understanding of what goes beyond their comprehension.
Either because they don’t want to understand,
or simply because they don’t know how to.

Some don’t understand loneliness.
Many fear the loneliness.
Like the fear of death.
But loneliness is more than just loneliness.

It’s important to be able to be alone.
To find one self alone.
It’s important to like the company of one self.
That way one will be able to enjoy other’s better.

People don’t understand that loneliness isn’t always loneliness.
There are different kinds of loneliness.
It’s important to know the difference.
It’s important not to mix them.

There are two ways of being lonely.
The loneliness one chooses
and the one where one doesn’t choose.
The gap couldn’t be bigger.

Insufficient knowledge about loneliness creates loneliness,
Because loneliness won’t be lonely until one actually says it is.
It’s better to be lonely alone,
than lonely with many.

Yvonne - 04

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

Listen to the rain

Listen to the rain,
drip,
drip,
drip,
it goes.

A far away voice,
with every summer’s breath,
it whispers.
To the the stars
and to that black, black sky.

And with this voice,
the message it brings,
with every drop that drips.
On the pavement
and on the streets.

Listen to the rain
as it solemnly declares its winter gone.
As it speaks to the walls
that silent prayer
of every summer may return.

Yvonne - 06

Regars, Yvonne

Your Broken Heart

I’m your broken heart.
Don’t ask any questions.
It’s not part of the rules.
Not in between.

It has a name.
Mayhem.
Like death,
it’s all over with.

Everywhere I go,
wherever I turn,
I’ve been there before.
We might have to compromise.

An avalanche of everything stupid.
I realised something important.
Don’t open your mouth,
your life is in danger.

Deep-seated problems I know,
but nothing I can do.
Nor can you.
They think you’re a threat.

Everything we have accomplished.
Oh, I really can’t take this anymore.
Just say it’s true,
this can’t be happening.

It doesn’t change a thing.
Because I have run away.
Long time ago.
My eyes are open.

In this cage of promises,
lights are lit.
Find some gauze.
Everything will be fine.

Yvonne - 06

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.