| I started writing poetry when I was around 13 years old, and have since been unable to stop. My poetry covers and is inspired by my countless interests and life in general, ups and downs. Some favourite poets: André Bjerke, Edgar Allan Poe, William Butler Yeats, William Allingham, Emily Brontë, Roald Dahl, Jens Bjørneboe, Kolbein Falkeid, May Swenson, Robert Frost, Lord Byron, Edna St. Vincent Millay, T. S. Eliot, Alfred Lord Tennyson. |
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Night, You Are A StrangerNight, you are a stranger When the morning's claiming me, And you hide among the branches Of the twisted, old oak tree, I don't know you passing by The roadkill in the drive, Or even noticing: At least My garden's still alive,Night, You Are A Stranger
My night, you are a stranger When I hear the shovel swing, And my mind is all but vacant When the digger starts to sing, And Poe's Selected Poems and His famous Pallas bust In the attic or the basement, Sits alone and gathers dust.
Oh night, you are a stranger to All that in darkness swims Even when
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Dirt RoadWe were stranded On a dirt road, Dark advancing on our kind; Eating big chunks Of the way forth, Even more the lane behind,Dirt Road
And the desert Goes forever, In a passing, gay remark You said we would Hear them coming By the search dogs' snap and bark,
And while smiling At the pointed Turrets of the closest peak, Say: "Tomorrow There's a new day And I'm sure it's just as bleak."
You have no map, Simply walking, Never measuring how far, For it's blackness Of the nighttime That right shows me
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Apple TreesYou pick a sour apple, Take your dagger to its skin; When the Milkyway is darkened You expose the star within,Apple Trees
The seeds are all but rotten, but The orchard's trees still stand, I could look for an eternity Yet never understand,
Time gets stuck in moments, And on days such as these We could run when we see it; Blood on the apple trees.
You embodied me so easily, How sure you are astray, You bite your tongue so calmly when My tears run red today,
Branches still reach skyward 'cause That's how it's always been,
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ImpressionismYou require close inspection; Looking from an inch away, Impressionism needs you to Stand back from a Monet,Impressionism
Your brushstrokes; hardly visible, I cannot make them out, Can't place you on a timeline, find What -ism you're about,
Granted, you're a feast of light And endless shadowplay, But impressionism never Covers it in any way,
I can't define your colours; Shifting but devout, But "Impression, Soleil Levant" I'd bear to be without.
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Nuna Brown SkinMy beauty is in my Nuna Brown skin. It is in the darkness of my eyes, darkened so that I will not be blinded by my sisters snow and ice. It is in my salmon-berry blood, blood of survivors and warriors. My beauty is in my Nuna Brown heart.Nuna Brown Skin
Do not tell me that beauty is blonde and blue eyed. Do not convince me of my ugliness, for I am more rare than any gem. More precious than any gold. Others want to be what I am. But they cannot. Do not make me ashamed of my rich heritage because you do not have one of your own.
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