I’ve Never Needed Poetry More

© Teija/MoodPhoto
© Teija/MoodPhoto

It was one of those days when my heart was heavy and hope was out of reach.

All of a sudden Teija messaged me on Facebook. She sent me a few “test shots” and asked my honest opinion about them. Haha, as if I would not adore everything she creates.

Well, this particular photograph touched the very depths of me. As it reminded me of yesterday and the painfully beautiful forgotten dream – it also reminded me of tomorrow; I have yet not lived.

I started writing a poem called: “I’ve Never Needed Poetry More”. I have not been able to finish it yet, but hopefully one day I’ll find the missing words. I hope one day I’ll be brave enough to actually write it.

I hope.

Sensual Hysteria

Sensual Hysteria

Be my muse
Healing and damaging
Inspiration
For the lost poet

Re-invent me
Ignite a lyrical fire
Of fiery verses
With an invisible touch

Lure me
With your allurement
Heal my grieving heart
Before shattering it
Unexpectedly

Whisper seductive nonsense
Into my ear
Take me
Under your power
And make love to me
Passionately
With your mind

But
Don’t you dare
To announce
You love me
Give me
Sensual hysteria
Instead

© Noora

Homeless

Homeless

Homeless
Without your touch

The memory of the countless kisses
We named, described and tasted
Gives me bittersweet pleasure
Just like our lazy Sundays
Under the sheets
Of our love
When your determined mission was to savor me
Over and over again

Yet today
I am forgotten
Like a shooting star
That used to smile brightly at the sky
But had to drift away
In order to grant a wish

The memories of Happy
Nearly thousand days
Of a shared journey
Filled with laughter, music and sentiments
Still fill an empty place in my heart
The good old times
When my devoted calling was to
Make your heart smile

Yet today
I am alone
Like an old tree
Before its final day
Waiting for a gentle breeze to caress
Its bare branches – one last time

The memories of the words
Spoken, written and felt
Still inspire and define me
When we spoke in three languages:
yours, mine and poetry
But the only language necessary
Was the knowing
In our hearts

Yet today
I am nameless
Like an unknown planet
Orbiting and hiding
At the dark fringes of the solar system
Waiting to be found

Homeless
Without your touch

© Noora

Under My Skin


There is
An unforgettable story
Resting
Under my skin
Waiting
To be told

A poetic masterpiece
We outlined
While our lips
Melted together
In a sensuous surrender

Powerfully devouring
We became one
Strong
In heart, body and soul

Your smile
Found a home
On my lips
The infinity
Of your eyes
Stole my breath

As we traveled
To the heights
We had never
Experienced before

There is
A devastating story
Hidden
Within my heart
Longing
To be released

A fairytale
We dreamt and lived
On a journey
To a destination
Where we never arrived
Together

© Noora (2012)

First Step

“The future belongs to those
Who believe
In the beauty
Of their dreams.”
Eleanor Roosevelt

“Twenty years from now
You will be more disappointed
By the things that you didn’t do
Than by the ones you did do.
So throw off the bowlines.
Sail away from the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover.”
Mark Twain

Today is a good day to take the first step! There is an untraveled path ahead of me. I don’t know where it takes me, but I can’t wait to explore and leave some poetic footprints behind. You are very welcome to join me on my journey.

I started this blog earlier on Blogger and although I managed to build a beautiful site… Blogger just wasn’t my place. My blog is still under construction – so please bear with me. 🙂