7. januar 2023
# poem # hurt # hope # lonely
Days like these come
like tears on a string
Lone, all alone
one after the other
Days like these are
good, bad and worse
Found, and lost
one way or another
Days like these teach
all of us diff'rent
Some pain; some
somethings to discover
Days like these I cannot
see me
hurt, all hurt
help me
Days like these help
us breathe, breath deep
In, and out
Relax, think, recover
# MyPoem
29. desember 2022
# poem # dikt # norsk # venner
Med slike venner
er gjerne skrevet
dets mening er ofte
stikk imot
Men mine venner
er rette sorten
de hjelper villig
når alt er rot
En ensom lengsel
et barn på farten
viljen er der
de tar seg tid
Med slike venner
skal ingen lide
jeg håper jeg òg
har slikt å gi
# MyPoem
December 17, 2022
# poem # myself # yourself # thoughts
I've always felt like myself,
I fit in my body
I spend time outside my mind,
Because there isn't
I've never felt like a girl,
I fit in my body
I can't define, and in my mind,
There isn't always
I feel like a boy, and
I fit in my body
Deep and shallow is my mind,
But there's still not
I am only me, and me alone,
I fit in my body,
I've made up my mind,
There certainly is
Space inside my mind,
That you can be yourself,
My experiences define only;
Me — and there is space enough for you.
# MyPoem
10. desember 2022
# poem
Thoughts are fleeting,
words are beating,
the day is heating,
boss say eyes on monitor.
Outside it's raining,
inside you're straining,
loudly complaining,
deadline's a cruel moniker.
The trees are bowing,
the river flowing,
darkness is growing,
hope is truly no more near.
Then weekend's here,
your friends appear,
the sky is clear,
and the clouds, like tears, disappear
# MyPoem
2. desember 2022
# poem # christmas # kittens
You have decorated
your kittens tree.
You have kittens.
You have the kittens.
You have decoraKITTENS!
Kittens. Kittens.
You have decorated
your Christmas tree.
You have kittens <3
# MyPoem
22. november 2022
# poem
If I'd written a poem today,
With words not even my grandfather'd say.
It still wouldn't put you off-kilter;
Blocked by a language filter.
# MyPoem
16. november 2022
# poem # thougts # racism
You see the news, it's terrible, horrible.
It gives you the blues, it's terrible, horrible.
The racism hurts, it's terrible, horrible.
You yell and you curse; it's terrible, horrible.
But they don't attack you, it's still terrible.
They look just like you, it's horrible.
Bad words were thrown,
Almost unforgivable.
You think for yourself, this is terrible, horrible.
I admired them so! It's terrible, horrible.
But I couldn't do that, it's terrible, horrible!
You curse and you bay; it's terrible, horrible.
But deep down inside, you feel terrible.
Would you say; they're horrible.
Or avert you eye,
So unforgivable.
The doubt inside, so terrible.
Why do I feel this way, so horrible.
Could I be like them? So...
Terribly horrible.
Me?
# MyPoem
October 29, 2022
# poem # thoughts # hope
When the hour is at lonely o’clock, and the world is quiet
When the last bus has left
In the shadows
A thought
When the lonely thought rolls through an empty mind
When dreary drowsiness threaten
Breathe in, and
Breathe out
When thoughts that tumble alone appear
When darkness brings despair
The best of today
Remember
Tomorrow will bring moments to turn around
Give them a chance and see
Smile from a stranger
Delight
# MyPoem
August 14, 2022
# poem # knowledge
Things I learned today,
for fun,
are lost again tomorrow
Things I learned, some
time ago,
forgotten, to my sorrow
Though things I taught,
by chance today,
stay with me for a while
So thus, dear friend,
For love and gain,
Spread knowledge far and wide
# MyPoem
June 18, 2022
# poem # pratchett
A hat is nice, a hat is good,
when your hairline is receding.
It blocks the sun, it stops the rain;
keeps weather from impeding.
I got a hat, which is good;
my hair is now seceding.
It stops the burns, it keeps me dry,
it helps how I am feeling.
It fits me fine, it fits me well,
it sometimes makes me wonder.
Was it made for me, or I for it?
A man destined for a ceiling.
In the end, I do not care,
what other people are thinking.
I am the same; try to be fair,
like a witch
with a hat
full of sky.
# MyPoem