Lady Eveline's Artistic Attic
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Inspirational poems
My soul on a canvas
If I could paint my soul on a canvas
I would portray the inner me
A mix of all the possible colours
An earthly and heavenly potpourri
I would paint my soul as a flower
It's shades reflections of my mind
The buds representing my dreams
and the thorns what keeps me confined
A rose which shed it's blossoms
But it's petals falls one after another
For a flower without nourishment
will soon fade and smother
Oil paint or watercolour is irrelevant
It is the viewer who interpret what he sees
But it is him who master the paint brush
who possesses the knowledge and expertise
I can not paint my soul on a canvas
still, a rose is more captivating than it's thorn
And for each one of the falling petals
a new bud will be born.
Matters
How can the fool become wiser
when being afraid of asking "why"?
How can the explorer find direction
when not giving the stars a try?
How can the living among the living
live a life when being scared to die?
How can the believer believe in Heaven when doubting what is beyond the sky?
How can a lover long for reunion
when he smiles when you say goodbye?
How can I confess my purest love
when I am for evermore bound to deny?
Constellation of Life
There is a place far away
light years from earth
A serene passage
where death turns into birth
And the dark of the night
into the aurora of the morn
Unexplainable happenings
New stars are born
I gaze at the sun's corona
Our galaxy's nourishing sphere
A sight of miracles
A grand finale in solar flare
Reminiscent of your own Luna
A spirit in full phase
With powers of a black hole
and a Nebula's intangible haze
Your bodily existence faded
but never the shades of your essence
Now you are your own constellation
with it's stars and luminescence
I am a watcher of the stars
and each one is a part of you
When I am looking at the starry sky
it is your beauty I view
I know you will be waiting
by the Belt of Orion
Far beyond Heaven
An intergallactic Zion
If ever I go astray
in this dark and eternal night
It will lead my way
your aura, it's shimmering light
Life on earth
is a precious but fleeting loan
In the Milky Way
each star has perpetual life of it's own
When it is time for my nightfall
When I am going on this journey too
How magnificent,
to watch the stars along with you.
Ghosts
Ghosts, I have walked with them
Dark shapes of abandoned expectations
Lives transformed into shades
Or are they only idle imaginations
Ghosts, I have talked with them
Silent whispers of the unknown
Haunted voices from a grieving past
Or was it me speaking on my own
Ghosts, I have cried with them
Sad eyes reflecting in the mirror
Or was it only me seeing myself
and my own life so much clearer.
Written words
I have wandered so many roads
Opened and closed many a door
I have realized there are no rules
when it comes to love, life and war
There are so many sudden turns
And life's pendulum is so arrhythmical
Unpolished but glimmering diamonds
buried in the tomb of the stereotypical
A poet's life is written in words
with stories no one may ever foretell
Dusty like diaries in an attic
turned yellow and with a musty smell
Along with time's withering weeds
the letters grow pale and fade away
Secret messages and hidden signs
will not be interpreted from that day
What meant so much in the past
will have no significance anymore
The shedded tears and love affairs
belonging to the days of yore
The beats of a heart has come to an end
Gone as the carved marks on the trees
But the poet's words are tunes in the wind
Silent whispers in a sad summer breeze.
La Primavera
I welcome you, Spring
I hail you, La Primavera
The epoch of life
The flourishing era
What was killed off
in the cold winter's night
You give back life
with warm golden light
This spectacle by nature
A bursting bouquet
Inexpressible landscapes
No poet can portray
Buds awaken in their chambers
Raindrops dancing in the air
Windflowers shyly in prosperity
Winter is crying in despair
Each season has it's charm
Each season is a unique Era
But you bring life to my soul
I welcome you, La Primavera
Confessions
You look at me
but it is not me that you see
I am only a shadow
of what you think I may be
Turn over the leaves
Read between my lines
You will find the secret
in my hidden signs
The secrets of my heart
My forever burning fire
The source of my soul
My deepest desire
Words to me are instruments
Tools of my deepest confessions
More than beautiful lines
and grand, exquisite expressions
So when you look at me
it will not be me that you see
You find the key to my heart
through my poetry.
That special She
I have a secret friend
No one sees her but me
She is created in the light
That special She
Once in a while
when I feel lonely and sad
I close my eyes
she appears and makes me glad
She knows what makes me happy
She knows how to make me smile
My problems are gone for the moment
and I am at rest for a while
She guides me through life
telling me which decisions to be made
Showing me there are no worries
Telling me I shouldn't be afraid
No, she can't be seen by others
My unique, that special She
She is my very own secret
The angel in me.
Shades of blue
Bluebottle blue is not the colour
It is a fable and far from true
You opened the gates to Heaven
and showed me it's azure-blue
Bluebottle blue is not the colour
The shades I see are profound
Your soul a gaudy mixture
against a deep blue ground
Bluebottle blue is not the colour
of the morning you gave to me
It came to me in indigo
as the violets I presented thee
Bluebottle blue is not the colour
of the room where my heart do dwell
My emotions are tinged with mauve
As the memory of our farewell
Bluebottle blue is not the colour
I saw the celestial nuances in you
You shared with me your Heaven
You showed me it's azure-blue.
Queen of masks
I am standing at a crossroads
misled by life
Either direction
will cause me strife
I wish for guidance
A sign for me to see
A direction, a guiding star
to set myself free
But all I see is darkness
No star in my spiritual sky
So many unanswered questions
Yet, no reasons why
I am a Mistress of masks
covering my fragile heart
I am playing games
where I am acting each part
Now the curtain has fallen
I am standing exposed on the scene
The play is over
but I will leave as a Queen
I leave the applause behind me
with my head held high
Again I kept it secret
No one saw me cry.
A travel within
I am a traveller
This journey will be my last
Returning to the roots
is dealing with my past
Looking out a window
Landscapes passing by
Sceneries long time gone
covered by a gloomy sky
I remember the past
The days of my youth
How I distorted the reality
and shut my eyes to the truth
When life was a struggle
I could not carry the day
I never faced the problems
I looked the other way
I prefered to ignore
I dismissed the intuition
Will I close another door
or learn from this recognition?
Did I ever reach out my hand
offering anything true?
Or was it only unfullfilled vows
and things I promised to do?
When I am long time gone
will anyone bow at my grave?
Or will the overgrowing weeds
represent what I never gave?
Yes, when life reaches the end
and I enter the eternal night
Can I in all conscience say
I lived a life and did it right?
I have seen many a wanderer
too proud to go back
Instead of reminisce what's bygone
they're covering the track
Provinces disappear in the distance
as I am passing my life's stations
I am slowly finding myself
A travel within my foundations
I have been a traveller
For such a long time I did roam
I'll find myself beyond the horizon
I am finally coming home.
The Great Blue
Freedom,
as it has never been felt before
Wander along the beaches
Walking an endless shore
The dark and eternal ocean
An object of my former fear
No waves can scare me now
Oh, how to dive and disappear
Deep down the Great blue
A seclusion in eternal bliss
The light above fading...
Slumber in God's abyss
This is my own Atlantis
Such beauty shall be shared
Let's walk along the arcades
Hush, don't be scared
There is so much to show you
I know the answer to the mystery
I have seen man-of-wars and caravels
I am a part of the history
This is my sanctuary
A no man's land in aquamarine
So far from your world
A dream in tangerine
And now you wish to go back
to an existence so mundane
But you will soon long too
You will dive again.
My special bouquet
I felt a little gloomy and sad
so I went to the Florist's today
Among orchids and carnations
I found myself a special bouquet
Nine beautiful roses in soft peach
Each one with a dark green stem
Every petal a characteristic
of the true person that I am
The first petal a little fading
but quite interesting I shall say
It is not the hour that causes it
It is the shades that makes it gray
The second, a bud next to a twin
Both newly born and developing
Still shy and taking shelter
by the greenery's safety enveloping
One of the roses keeps its' distance
It is the beautiful petal in full bloom
I will show it to my beloved ones
and share with them its' sweet perfume
The other five roses,
yet to be explored and unfold
I save them for that special one
for him to admire and behold.
The source of consolation
If I can cup my hands to a bowl
and capture all the tears you cry
I will collect them all
and reach my hands up in the sky
Let each tear drop between my lips
savour your sorrows in my bosom
Turn hesitation into determination
Let an oasis develop and blossom
I take your hand and lead you
to the well of candour and sincerity
Let you drink from this source
Let it fill you with spiritual prosperity
Absorb this soulful nourishment
Intoxicate your heart with belief
My love will heal your open scars
as it takes command of the grief
And when I have collected them
The diamonds pouring down your face
I will bring them to my soul's treasury
and clear them off in my warm embrace.
Wondering of a ghost
Rusty, windswept gates of iron
rattling in the wind to welcome me
A lonely bluebird somewhere above
sings a clear, familiar melody
Walking beneath the decaying branches Among the fading bushes now growing wild
I can almost feel the scent of the roses Flowers from the day when I was a child
The sunbeams are still reflecting
and catching the attention of my eye
From the spring's shimmering water
from a time when we could never die
The cheering laughters have gone silent
Like the genuine voices I loved the most
I will keep wandering and searching
to find the answers of my wondering ghost
And the bluebird will always keep singing
his light-hearted, heedless melody
Just like my suffering, wondering spirit
one day will be untroubled and free.
Glasses made of Crystal
Glasses made of crystal
filled with tears and champagne
I celebrate love with luxury
but the cheering rings are in vain
No extravagance can replace
all the things that I lack
But I prefer to cry in a palace
than to be miserable in a shack
You can't bring anything to Heaven
I have heard someone say
But who cares for the future
when I live my life today?
So I sit here in my castle
honoured by my own presence
Toasting with my alter ego
blinded by my luminescence
I salute you, Ego
Let's savour these precious tears
It may taste a bit bitter
but it's sumptuous, cheers!
Nothing clinks as crystal
Broken elegance falling apart
Shattered pieces of indulgence
Lavished like my broken heart.
Someone
There are moments in our lives
when we wish we can just walk away
Leave everything behind us
and maybe return someday
But always remember when you wander
in the desert of grief
that Someone walks beside you
and in you have belief
When your soul feels like
a eclipse of the moon
Someone will bring the ray of hope
and lighten you up soon
When your ships are sailing against the wind
like a moment like this
Someone will ride out your storm
with a bliss
So if you are walking with sorrow in your heart
don´t feel too melancholy
cause that Someone who walks beside you
is no less than me.
A poet's fear
Verba volant, scripta manet
Words are idle, the written word remains
When I am long time gone
my words will still obtains
A writer, a poet
needs to be read
But the written words are empty
if the poet's soul is dead
Thats why I fear the silence
It kills to be ignored
Such waste of emotions
Feelings I can't afford
Negative attention is better
than no attention at all
To be disregarded
will be the writer's fall
I interpret my visions
transforming them to poetry
What you are reading
is the deepest part of me
Rejecting my written words
is to despise what I may be
Thats why I fear the silence
Thats why it's killing me.
The Fortune teller
Life had been good to me
I thought I had it all
But for some reason
I felt lonely and small
Somehow I was empty
and needed to be healed
I refused to believe
my fate was sealed
What was my prospects
and my ability?
Was the answer to be found
in the prophecy?
I went to a seeress,
sensible and well-read
I was doubtful and sceptical
but then I finally said:
"Fortune-teller,
what does the future hold?
Tell me it's secrets
What can you unfold?"
The sibyl became silent
and thought for a while
Then she lowered her eyes
with a secretively smile
She examined each line
softly in my hand
Silently she said: "There's
something you must understand"
"The future is nothing
you can possibly create
You can never avoid
meeting your fate"
"You think you are living
the life of your dreams
But things are not always
as good as it seems"
"Life might be a game
But beware and behold
You are fooling yourself
All that glitters is not gold"
I felt ready to drop
All she said was true
When I had recovered
I asked her anew:
"If all I have done...
If I have been living a lie...
Should not I be happier
if I just lie down and die?"
Again her answer was
prudent and sincere:
"Pity oneself makes
self-effacing appear"
"You bide your time but
appearances are deceptive
Nothing changes by itself
so you have to be receptive"
What did she mean?
What could I change?
Her suggestions confused me
and felt out of range
She continued to smile
as she looked into my eyes
"I feel how you doubt
but listen to my advice"
"I see so many people
Each one of them a destiny
Lives founded on empty dreams
Nothing but plain misery"
"But in you I see a glow
A will to change for the better
You have what it takes
A balance of mind and matter"
”Take plenty of time
Think and be reflective
Aim for your goals
but be very selective”
”No one is as blind
as he who refuses to see
A closed mind
will never set a spirit free”
”You can escape others
or just follow the flow
But what is hidden in snow
will appear in thaw”
”Never fear to be yourself
Boldly ventured is half won
This is what you’ll be remembered for
when you are long time gone”
”It is really very simple
All I have to say
Just live each day of your life
as it is your very last day”
”We always have this longing
for things we can not get
You can’t bring anything to Heaven
Don’t let it be much to your regret”
”The architect of your own fortunes
That is what you truly are
I can not give you all the answers
You are your own lucky star”
When I went home that night
I could not help but crying
I, who thought I had been so alive
had slowly been draining and dying
It had been such a good experience
But oh, how painful to awake
To be aware of all the good things
I had been about to forsake
My life, my existence
Nothing but an empty, black hole
A future founded on shattered dreams
A fading silhouette of my soul
Thank you, dear Prophetess
For making me reflect and think
The chain is not more solid
than it's weakest link
I could never have imagined
go-ahead spirit could cause a fall
Life had been an illusion
I had not had anything at all.
A Midsummer's tale
He came across the meadow
A warm midsummer's night
In the year 1885
In the moon's silver light
She stood waiting
behind pine and fir
Recognized his silhouette
feelings running high in her
And the moon looked at them...
She gazed upon his face
as he stared into her eyes
Carefully undoing her kerchief
Releasing her disguise
Her hands caressing his waist
as his touched her hair
Like they both had forgotten
the reason why they were there
And the moon looked at them...
Twisting curls between his fingers
Smelling the scent of her skin
Devoured by the moment
Unaware of their deadly sin
Like Spring longs for it's aching
they bloomed like buds in the sun
Nourishing each other
as two souls became one
And the moon looked at them...
They laid in the meadow
Daisies and forget-me-not
Treasuring this last hour
The only moment they got
Holding hands in silence
No words needed to be said
She playing with his hair
He kissing her head
And the moon looked at them...
She looked him straight in the face
This was their secret sign
He looked down
She was his love, his divine
How could he ruin such beauty
Put to death the love of his life
She covered her mouth with his hand
and gave him his sharpened knife
And the moon looked at them...
She whispered to him
"Nothing will ever set us apart
We will meet in the northern lights..."
Then he aimed at her heart
He held her in his arms
embracing her as she was dying
Kissing her lifeless lips
wet them with the tears he was crying
And the moon looked at them...
He sat for a while
holding her very tight
Absorbing the moment
of their last Midsummer's night
Placed her among the flowers
Daisies and forget-me-not
Laid down beside her
and put the knife on the deadly spot
And the moon looked at them...
There were two lovers
guilty of being in love
And the only witness
the bright moon above
Embracing and dying
in a meadow somewhere
Their only crime,
a sinful love affair
And the moon cried for them.
Tell me your story
You are one of my dearest
a very close friend of mine
something very unique
since we are both stepping out of line
And I see you seem sad today
so come and take my hand
Let me listen to your story
and I know I will understand
Cause everyone has a story to tell
so let me hear yours
Open up your camouflaged soul
unlock those secret doors
It doesn´t really matter
if you feel happy or sad
As long as you feel something
you will be able to move ahead
Cause the day you stop seeking
When you no more can be led
you have lost your feelings
and your spirit has end up dead
Let that light in the tunnel
be your everlasting goal
As long as you strive for it
you will never lose your soul
On that long and winding road
called life, I will be your guide
Just open you heart
for me you have nothing to hide
I know you better
then you will ever know
I have been there myself
so please don´t let go
Let me be your inspiration instead
the one that makes you smile
Lay your head on my shoulder
and rest for a while
I will caress your pain away
embrace your spirit with my soul
all my considerateness
making you feel well and whole
So my dearest friend
tell me your story
and I will listen to you
Let me encourage you
and let go of the blue
Cause together we can make it
together we will be strong
just follow me on the path of endearment
and our friendship will last for long.
The Light of Friendship
I stand close to the window
Snowflakes dancing outside
Gazing upon the North Star
Many a traveller's faithful guide
I know you are out there
Sharing with me it's light
It is a very special moment
This sacred and Holy night
This star will forever connect us
No distance can keep us apart
As long as you let it shine
in the depth of your heart
And when you no more can see it
When the star is out of your sight
Just look deep within your universe
and you will find the eternal light
And like our unique friendship
this star has a perpetual flame
The light of Friendship
is it's unknown name.
Message of enlightenment
The universe may seem dark and eternal
An endless journey without any aim
But we are many enlightened travellers
And our message will always be the same
See the light and how it flickers
See the power to live in its flame
Let it extinguish the loneliness
Let the message stay the same
The words may never be spoken
but the thoughts will not be in vain
When you are enlightened too
the message will live all the same.