Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts

Digging up some old poems...

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I was rummaging through my inbox the other day, and I found a few poems that I had written last year - or was it the year before that? I thought that it'd be a good idea to publish them here - I mean, why let them grow old and dusty? They have a Swedish translations accompanying them. So, here is a selection of the best ones!

Escaping Tonight

Running out into a clear midsummer's sky,
As the sun sets, I decide without a sigh,
That I will be gone, forever more,
Every single memory, develops with a sore.

Tonight, as dark as the sky may be,
Nothing can hinder me from being able to see,
The sights of the world, the lost old tales,
Tonight is the night, when I set my sails.

I'm not waiting, I've made up my mind,
I'll walk into the sunset, leave everything behind,
Even dark forces cannot stop me now,
I'm escaping tonight, that is my vow.

Jag rymmer inatt (Swedish version)

Jag springer ut på en midsommarnatt,
Vid solnedgång, har jag bestämt att,
Jag ska iväg, jo, rymma ska jag,
Alla de minnen försvinner idag.

Inatt är mörkheten en melodi,
Inget kan hindra mig från att bli,
Den som ser världens underverk,
Den som är där, den som går förbi.

Jag väntar ej mer, det är avgjort,
Jag lämnar allt bakom mig, jag springer dit fort,
De mörkaste makterna stoppar mig ej,
Inatt väntar hela världen på mig.

Traveller of the world

The world is just a ball,
Spinning in my hand.
Never let go,
I move from land to land.

I never use a compass,
My mind will lead the way.
Whatever comes before me,
Will pass me everyday.

Nothing will deceive me,
I'll always carry on.
A traveller of the world,
Nothing will be gone.

Världsresenären (Swedish version)

Världen är en kula,
Som snurrar i min hand,
Taget aldrig släpps,
Jag flyttar land till land.

Jag litar ej på kompass,
Min själ leder vägen,
Vad än vågar hindra mig,
Går jag förbi trägen.

Inget kan bedra mig,
Jag fortsätter oömt,
Som en världsresenär,
Inget blir bortglömt.


The Final Wave

All of the ways one attempts to prevent,
Saying farewell, not to self-torment,
Can be of use, but are doubtful too,
Just have a look from all points of view.

Wherever you are, on our Earth or not,
Leaving whatever can make you distraught.
Not all the time, you're never in debt,
But just think again, don't ever regret.

Emotional feelings through the air fly,
The one who feels that their friendship will die,
Always is wrong, that I can reveal,
Love and friendship always has a seal.

Wherever you find yourself, here or there,
Your brain will work, it is not rare,
That memories roll themselves to and fro,
They can't be avoided, so brightly they'll glow.

You're never to worry, you're never alone,
All of the memories will brightly be shown.
In tricky situations, all you need to crave,
Is a clear image of the final wave.


Sista Hejdån (Swedish version)

På alla sätt man försöker förhindra,
Att säga farväl, att smärtan ska lindra,
Kan fungera bra, men kan funka dålig',
Var vänligen se, en tår är ej tålig.

Var du än finns, på Jord' eller ej,
När någon lämnar påverkar det dig,
Inte alltid, men några gånger,
Är det bra att tänka, fyll dig ej med ånger.

Emotionella känslor genom luften flyr,
När vänskap blir gammal, så kan man bli yr,
Om man tror vänskap dör, har man fel då,
Att splittra upp vänskap kan aldrig gå.

Var man än befinner sig, här eller där,
Hjärnan fungerar, och den alltid bär,
Minnen som rullar sig upp och ner,
Undvika de ej, de är mycket mer.

Oroa dig aldrig, det behöver du ej,
För alla minnen visar upp sig,
I svåra lägen, i hjärtan, i vrån,
Kommer en tydlig bild av sista hejdån.


I hope you liked my poems!! I think that I'll write a review of Anthony Horowitz's excellent 'Necropolis' soon. Please leave comments and suggestions, and come back soon!

The Christmas Series - Part 2 - A little pre-Christmas poem

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You may have noticed that I've gone absolutely overboard with the decorations on the blog - and that's because I love Christmas! Everything about it! Dressing the tree, opening the presents, walking down lit up streets - everything! I'm mad about Christmas! I hope you like the blog decorations - please leave comments! And, since there's only three weeks left until Christmas day, I thought I'd kick off with a little pre-Christmas poem! Enjoy!

The stockings are up,
We've dressed the tree,
In three weeks exactly
It's Christmas to be.

We've baked the mince pies,
The pudding's in the pot,
Now I come to mention it -
I see, we've made a lot!

The fireplace mantle is
Covered with cards,
And outside the window
It's snowing quite hard!

We've done lots of shopping,
We've seen all the sales,
Our house is so packed,
So much to unveil!

Now we're getting ready,
Watching TV and more,
Singing all the carols,
Like no Christmas before!

Now I'm in Hyde Park,
In the Winter Wonderland,
The lovely Christmas market,
It's going just as planned.

We've been to the theatre,
The pantomimes we've seen!
A Christmas Carol - charming!
What a great time it's been!

But now we will all wait here,
Till the joyful Christmas morn',
To open all our presents,
We're waiting for the dawn...