Kategoriarkiv: fate


  Life hasn’t been good to me so far, so why do I bother to put seed in the soil? I never felt people were there, I fought alone and all I got was meager harvests. And thistles on my … Läs mer

Publicerat i alienation, armed loneliness, create life, fate, living in the world, living with others, loneliness, loners, lost trust, obstacles, paradigms, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, reality, sadness, sowing, walk of life | Märkt , , , , , , , , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar

Farewell Agadir!

Farewell Agadir, we never met in your narrow alleys or on your beaches. Your white sins and dirty morals! Closed eye, blinded in contempt for your betrayals, lament and false tears. Farewell Agadir, black light, we never met in true … Läs mer

Publicerat i authenticity, beliefs, betrayal, blinded, borders, darkness, desirers, distance, dreamers, falsehood, falsity, farewell, fate, heartbreaker, loss, poem in English to Swedish, poem in Swedish translated to English, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, with or without you | Märkt , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar

Elderly balance (single-leg stance)

When 18 people read my texts I exist. Otherwise it is not much with that, unless I not wake up in the night with cramps in one lower leg, then I surely know I’m alive. I hear on the TV … Läs mer

Publicerat i about writing, aging, alienation, armed loneliness, authenticity, become old, body image, courage, create life, creativity, culture values, dreamers, fate, fears, fragile, grief, happiness, human cruelty, left aside, living with chronic diseases, loneliness, loners, loss, lost, lost trust, maturity, melancholy, memories, morality, obstacles, old age, opportunities, past, poems by vonnely, politics, poverty, reading life, reality, repression and borders, Short prose, Sweden view, Swedish "culture", Swedish conditions, unhappiness, visionaries, vulnerability, walk of life, walls, with or without you, words, writing | Märkt , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar

Slowly slowly whispering wind

  Slowly slowly whispering wind cradles serene, silent stillness. Like Mose shrouded in braided basket hidden in reed, we rest in the lap of an unknown fate.   Sakta sakta vaggande vind Talande tigande tystnader Som Moses i vassen, höljd … Läs mer

Publicerat i fate, poem in Swedish translated to English, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry | Märkt , , | Lämna en kommentar