Poems
I have never considered myself to be good at poems but I sometimes enjoy writing them. My poems mainly work as an outlet for me to put my feelings to words. I don’t know how to follow any rules but maybe that just leaves space for creativity.
En ole ikinä ajatellut olevani hyvä runoilija, mutta välillä nautin niiden kirjoittamisesta. En oikeastaan osaa seurata mitään tarkkoja sääntöjä runojen kanssa, vaan keskityn vain pukemaan tunteeni sanoiksi. Mutta ehkä sääntöjen puute jättääkin enemmän tilaa luovuudelle.
Little lamp
No matter how much darkness there is
or how little light
Even the smallest amount of glow
makes the darkness bright
Surrounded by the shadows
stands the little lamp
shining on those around it
as bright as it can
No might of the darkness
can dim the light down
Tall stands the lamp
its light as its crown
Hiker and the fire
Lonely like a flame
Sitting by the fire
All the views look the same
kinda makes him tired
Lonely is the hiker
Warm by the fire
Like two old friends
Hiker and the fire
Goes around, comes around
From ashes to ashes
dust to dust
New beginnings
but to end it must
Falling in love, losing trust
Around and round we go
Moon and tide
Frost and snow
Where one leads
the other will go
The more you live
the more you know
And endless circle of life
Woken up by the sun
Fall asleep with the moon
Like a day I go around
but I end up back to you
Peace and quiet
Stormy clouds are closing in
A promise of a quiet night
The world swallowed in a down pour
And I can stop the fight
Creatures crawl under shelter
In a twilight of a night
Streets so tranquil and empty
Not a troublemaker in sight