Kategoriarkiv: grief

As the world appears (barber wire haiku)

As the world appears Why bother picking flowers? And why fall in love? Barbed wire Flower The power of tyranny Hong Kong Orchid Tree Trump and Xi Jinping like monsters in ancient myths kills our single lives What to dream … Läs mer

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”I’ll be seeing you”

The missing after someone has reappeared in a bad smell. It lies like a wasted dishrag on a disused field. I sit on a road edge somewhere in nowhere with my back to the field but the bad stinking scent … Läs mer

Publicerat i grief, heartache, leaving, loss, memories, missing, poem in Swedish and English, poem in Swedish translated to English, Poetry | Märkt , , , , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar

Harsh wind, some reflections

The rain ended and the summer heat came but the harsh wind has stayed. And it is hard-bitten merciless. My balcony plants looks like terrified puppies. My mother heart aches for little ones.       I’m worn out from … Läs mer

Publicerat i alienation, courage, culture values, distance, falsity, fears, fragility, grannar, grief, human cruelty, human rights, left aside, living in the world, loneliness, loners, loss, lost trust, morality, neighbors, obstacles, old age, poem in English and Swedish, poem in Swedish and English, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, politics, poverty, present time, sadness, Sweden view, Swedish "culture", Swedish conditions, troubled life, vulnerability | 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

Lost love, gloom forever to be

        I never got to know you in this all real world, where one breathe, eat, shit and pay the rent. But still, it was meant to be, you and me. Yet your demanding impatience (as I … Läs mer

Publicerat i aging, gloom, grief, life and love, loneliness, loners, loss, lost, love story, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, reality, relationships, vulnerability | Märkt , , , , , , , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar

Mother of five (Mater Dolorosa at Rinkeby)

Mother of five, son why did you not die in my womb? From Rinkeby to Dubai now prison for life for murder? You never came back home, reading your truth in my eyes! Son, you grew up to become a … Läs mer

Publicerat i darkness, grief, hate, heartache, living in the world, lost, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, politics, reading, sadness, Sweden view, Swedish conditions, to die | Märkt , , , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar

Remembering (All Saints’ Day)

What olden dead can be deader than those who were once buried in graveyards which were later abandoned to become desolate churchyards? Decades and centuries have passed by those wasted and neglected places and curious but yet rare visitors can … Läs mer

Publicerat i gloom, grief, lighted candles, loss, November gloom, poem in English and Swedish, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry | Märkt , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar

Song in autumn rain: Clapton, a man with the blues in his hands

            River of Tears Eric Clapton from the album Pilgrim released 1998 It’s three miles to the river That would carry me away Two miles to the dusty street That I saw you on today … Läs mer

Publicerat i autumn, blues, copied lyrics, grief, heartache, inspiring songs, life and love, longing, loss, love poem, missing, sadness, unhappiness | Märkt , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar

Since you left me lastly

Since you left me lastly I rambling around, lost. My eyes are so dry and burns as the winds have blew away all my tears. I’ve a lump in my throat and my heart is icy cold. You have no … Läs mer

Publicerat i grief, heartache, loss, lost, love poem, missing, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, sadness, unhappiness | Märkt , , , , , , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar

August rains but doesn’t cry any tears

  August is supposed to be a summer month, at least here there I live. But this year autumn seems to come early. And since it’s raining day after day, the sky is so much darken blue and cloudy that … Läs mer

Publicerat i autumn, grief, heartache, inspiring music, inspiring songs, loss, poems by vonnely, symbols, unhappiness, writing | Märkt , , , , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar

I never knew him

  I never knew him in the flesh I withdrew for safety reasons He expected too much of me He made me his guiding light Now he rests behind my eyes I have to live with this a while Shame … Läs mer

Publicerat i armed loneliness, Attraction, authenticity, borders, changes, courage, create life, dreamers, grief, leaving, morality, obstacles, online friends, online romance, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, surviving | Märkt , , , , , , , , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar

A romantic dream in color

I heard it said in the old days it’s rare to dream in color. But I now read on the web it’s rather the opposite? I don’t know if it is true or not. My dreams usually vanish from my … Läs mer

Publicerat i authenticity, courage, dreaming, grief, hope, loss, love story, missing, opportunities, poems by vonnely, prose poem, romance, sadness | Märkt , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar

And Sam said

  And Sam said ”Lady, you shot me” and he fell back and hasty he bled to death, still in his 30s. Soon 70, I walk my way slow and oldish as life and people have hurt me hard but … Läs mer

Publicerat i aging, alienation, become old, changes, courage, create life, desirers, fooled, grief, life and love, living with chronic diseases, Living with chronic pains, loss, lost trust, love story, memories, missing, morality, old age, past, Poetry, secret love, sexuality, spring, surviving | Märkt , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar

Moving into gloomy November

  Two weeks not a word from you is a very long time, two weeks at a new place is too short to feel home. I’m tired and worn out after all hassle with the move and I wonders about … Läs mer

Publicerat i changes, courage, create life, darkness, desirers, dreamers, grief, happiness, longing, love poem, love story, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, relationships, sadness, surviving | Märkt , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar

Old Woman Blues

It’s a sad thing to have become an old woman, living alone with a cat and a TV set, desperately longing for a warm hand and a little sympathy and someone to talk to: easy victim of wreckers.  

Publicerat i aging, grief, loneliness, loners, longing, old age, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, sadness | Märkt , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar

You are allowed to be happy

I tell myself:   ”You are allowed to be happy now, even if you still mourn what you once never had. The sun rarely shone on you and darkness linger deep in your sad eyes and heart, yet you are … Läs mer

Publicerat i create life, fragile, grief, love poem, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, relationships | Märkt , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar

Chocolate and roses

          If you give me chocolate I’ll give you a kiss, tasted If you give me roses, red I’ll give you my true heart unlimited, if you love me as before – oh, you don’t!   … Läs mer

Publicerat i grief, heartache, loss, love poem, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, sadness | Märkt , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar

Are you really gone?

          I could write epistles for hours and days about how much I miss you. (And I do.) (I work hard to find the right words for this specific condition: to miss someone – but it’s … Läs mer

Publicerat i borders, grief, heartache, loss, love poem, memories, past, poem, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, relationships, sadness | Märkt , , , , , , , , , , , | Lämna en kommentar