Utopia

Skin on skin
Yet not close enough
Breathing you in
Desperately
Until you
Vanish
Like mist
On forgotten valleys
Where birds
Preach about
What-ifs and used-to-bes
Where the crescent moon
Reminds me of
How your hands
Loved me
Before dawn
Where a ghost choir
Serenades
Overplayed love songs
Where loneliness
Embraces me
Poetically

© Noora (07/2015)

Note: I never meant to be away this long, but life has a way of changing directions suddenly. 🙂 Please, be patient with me as I catch up on your recent posts – a blog at a time. I’m trying my best to focus on reading/commenting your work more regularly again. It’s great to be back. I’ve missed you!! Love and inspiration. Always. – Noora

Afterglow

In celebration of my blog’s 3rd anniversary, I decided to re-blog my most viewed poem, which happens to be Afterglow. To comment or “like” the poem – please click on “view original”, thank you! Inspiration, love & good madness. – Noora

Echoes and Reflections

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 Alone
In the afterglow
Lying here
In our memories

Reminiscing
How it felt to be
An inspiration
For your
Creative fingertips

How I melted
Like soft clay
In the hands
Of a dedicated sculptor
As you made me
Your secret masterpiece

And yours alone
I still am
In the afterglow
Of our love

Reminiscing
How it felt
To unfold you
With my love
One layer at a time

How my hopeful lips
Stole your breath
And made it ours
In the kiss
Of truths
And expectations

And still tonight
I breathe our love
When I escape to the place
Where yesterday’s spark
Still flames
Where unwritten poems
Sensuously moan
Where you stay
With me

Unforgettable
In the afterglow

© Noora

Image source/art work: © Leonid Afremov.

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Four short poems

UNTITLED

I want to touch you
Yet not touch you

The fragile light
Wanders across
Your slumbering hills
And inviting valleys
But I am still
Like morning dew
On sleepy flowers
Absorbing poetry
At its finest

I want to touch you
Yet not touch you
But memorize
Each curve
And pathway
With my poet’s eyes
Until I melt
Into the scenery

© Noora

NOTE: I realized I never finished this piece because I decided to use “slumbering hills and inviting valleys” in my poem called: Poetry in the Air– please, feel free to read it.

ONE-NIGHT STANDS

Adrift
Like my
Night-time poems

Replayed memories
For no one to view
Silent sorrow
For no one to interpret
Protected secrets
Never meant to see
The daylight

Lyrical one-night stands
Forgotten
In the morning

When my yesterday
Turns into
Someone else’s tomorrow
Where I am nothing
But a haunting sunset

© Noora

 

ABANDONED

My skin
Still aches
From where
Your fingertips
And lips
Traced pathways
And marked territory
You never claimed.
We both burned
With the same fire
But why am I
The only one
Left smoldering

© Noora

 

MEMORIES

Sometimes
They come
And stay
Uninvited
And play
With the strings
Of my heart
Slowly
Soulfully
Refusing
To leave
Like an adagio

© Noora

They are NOT new (!) and not in any specific order. I wasn’t sure about posting them (at all) because “One-night stands” and “Abandoned” are slightly depressing. I often edit my old drafts/notes (written years ago), but I doubt I’d ever work on these pieces again, so, perhaps it’s time to set them free – and most of all get over my “nothing to post” stress. Ha!

Love, laughter, inspiration
Always
– Noora

Hopeless Crazy Love

In celebration of the #WorldPoetryDay, I’m re-blogging my very first post. I wrote this piece back in 2009 – when poetry found me again. I honestly can’t believe it’ll be six years this year… feels like yesterday, yet so long ago at the same time. Which one of YOUR poems is the most significant to you, and why?! Please feel free to link your poem in the comments section below – I’d love to read it. Happy World Poetry Day! – Noora

Echoes and Reflections

Two poets
Two muses

Enjoying life
Reading Neruda
Tasting consonants
And vowels
Fine words
Perfectly placed

Two poets
Two muses

Naked
Except
For the jewelry

Her hair
Slightly tangled
Morning mist
In my eyes

Two poets
One poem

Escaping
Exploring
Hopeless
Crazy
Love

Two worlds
One language

Unwritten story

© Noora (2009)

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Invitation

It’s reblog Sunday, right? I’m hoping to post a new poem next week. Now I’m off to enjoy your poems and other posts! P.S. Please, click on “view original” – thank you!!! 🙂

Echoes and Reflections

Come
Walk with me
Where wildflowers bloom

Lie beside me
Beneath the irresistible sky
Point out
The constellations
You wish to fly to
I will take you there

The star chart is printed
On your skin
I will trace
My fingertips
Intimately
Across the beauty
I read like braille

Pausing

At the loveliest places
In order to forget
The world
But never you

Love,
Until the wildflowers
Begin to wither
In summer’s farewell

Come
Walk with me
Where all our journeys end

© Noora

Photo credits: © Theophilos Papadopoulos
Original location

What an amazing shot from Aptera, Crete. Please check out the photographer’s gallery for some other stunning shots.

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It’s been a while…

PREDAWN

A haunting melody
Like a siren’s song
Tempts me to dive
Into sensual waters

Serendipitous eyes whisper:
Wordless promises
Delicate intentions
Unfulfilled longings

Yet I see nothing
But a fading sunset

Bittersweet predawn

© Noora (?/2013)

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PRAYER

When the dawn
Begins to play
The first chords
Of an acoustic prelude
And a nocturnal veil
Of the smiling stars
Slowly uncovers you
I hope that
The gentle messenger
Unveils your day
With my prayers
Silently lingering
In its ancient
Rays of hope

© Noora (08/2014)

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STARLESS

If
I will undress
My heart and soul
Beneath
The tragically beautiful
Night canvas

Expose my secrets
Strip off my metaphors
Bare my sorrow
Reveal my desire

If
I promise
To pull you in
With the first line
And keep your attention
Until there is
Nothing left
But purple utopia

Will you
Cover me
With the dust
Of the stars
You stole
From my night sky

Will you?

© Noora (01/2014)

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COME BACK TO ME

Dear muse

Come to me
Like a raging fire
Take me back
To the place
Where there is no yesterday
Or tomorrow
Just an infinite bliss

Tangled sheets
Non-stop laughter
Eyes closed, lips seeing
Dripping with new verses
Poetry at its finest

Dear muse

The fiery breaths
Between your kisses
Inspire me endlessly
So, come to me
Let’s drift back
Into poetic madness

© Noora (01/2015)

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Hey, remember me? Just a few random and unedited musings for my first post of the year. It’s GREAT to be back! I’ve truly missed the WP community – a place filled with talented and inspiring writers of all kind.

2015: new chances, new disappointments, new achievements, new experiences, new memories – something new to write about. I wish you all an unforgettable and inspiring 2015. Chase your dreams and make them your reality.

And now I’m off to read some of your latest posts. It’s been way too long!! Please bear with me, it may take a few days to complete the task.

My first haikus

My first ones:

PEACEFUL HURRICANE
my skin – your valley
lips mark their territory
sensual earthquakes

SERENDIPITY
the hues of your heart
melt into my horizon
surrender awaits

SOUL BOND
earth, water, fire, air
you, me, we, eternally
some things never change

NIRVANA
dripping divine love
eyes closed, tasting her passion
drunk on morning dew

SPRING
migrant birds return
i am still in the same place
lost my direction

… and a bonus haiku 🙂

YOU :))
indescribable
OR too many syllables
damn fucking haikus

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Hey! I am so sorry for the absence.

Here are some random haikus. I’ve never written them before, but I was encouraged to try. I wrote approximately 30 “heart haikus”, but I’m not satisfied with them. I turned old notes into haikus and wrote a few in one sitting. Well, since “write like no one is reading” IS my motto for the year, I decided to post a few anyway. I enjoy reading haikus, but I didn’t enjoy writing them. lol. Ok, once I stopped taking it so seriously – it was fun … kind of. :)) Counting syllables was a challenge for a Finnish girl though. 🙂 I may have messed up with some words, but at least I tried.

Hope you all have a beautiful and inspiring weekend,
– Noora

Moonlight

I am the selfish moonlight
That sneaks in
Through your unguarded window
Caresses your still form
Your demanding skin
With quiet devotion

I am the longing moonlight
That dances aimlessly
Across your
Sensitive pathways and
Slumbering hills
Leaving a trail of
Anonymous kisses
Trembling on your shore

And when the innocent sun
Wakes up to paint your canvas
With rosy reds and silky scenery
I retreat to my hiding place
Until the darkness falls

© Noora

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Update:

I’m sorry for the long delay in posting. I’ve been either too busy or too inspired to write. :)) I have lots of drafts waiting to be finished though. After receiving an email from a devoted reader, I decided to post something. I’ll try to post another poem soon.

Hope you all have a beautiful, inspiring and productive week!
Love, light, and laughter!
– Noora

Duet

There you are
Bare
Like a virgin page
Waiting for
The flaming breath
Of my words
To tease you
Fill you
Define you
All that you are
Or could be
For me
With me

If you lend me
Your lips
If you let me taste
The unspoken magic
They withhold
If you let me savor
The sweetest essence
Of inspiration
Slowly
Soulfully
Until our verses
Intertwine
In a sensuous duet

I promise
You’ll see
A masterpiece
Mirrored
In my eyes

Your aftertaste
Intimately lingering
On my quivering lips
Craving an encore

© Noora (2014)

Truth

Three hundred
Sunsets later

My lips
Still feel
The absence
Of yours

My skin
Still quivers
From where your
Fevered fingertips
Wandered
When your scent
Mingled
With mine
And your eyes
Kindled
A perpetual fire

The distance
Still reminds me of
How I kissed
The gentle messenger
Until it unveiled
Your days
With my whispers
Silently lingering
In its rays

The stillness
Still remembers
A million minute journey
Filled with
The melody
Of your soul
When only a day
Without your voice
Felt like a lifetime
Without music

And with these
Hesitant and vulnerable
Yet truthful verses
I am

Yours

More than you
Could ever
Be mine again

Three hundred
Sunsets later

© Noora (03/2013)

It’s time to post one of yesteryear’s poems while focusing on the new material. I wrote this piece nearly a year ago. It was one of those moments when memories surround you without warning, and you have no other choice than write… in order to “free” yourself.

Hope you all have a beautiful weekend.
Happy writing!!
– Noora