It’s looking a lot like Christmas time…

My poetry collection, Beautiful & battered, breaking through the chains

Poem;

The day is short and the night is long in this

country in the north with its snow-capped

mountains and fjords with white veil that lie

still in this dark time, the river flows with its

ice crystals dancing in the waterfall that

hovers with the north wind beyond the dusk

and she lights a candle.

The Northern Lights dances in joy where the

polar bears eyes glimmering infront of the

Christmas star that blinks in this

frozen winter night where the last ray of the

moon’s mystery slowly fades away until

she lights a candle.

A child’s face resting against the window pane

in the hope…..

underneath the Christmas tree

lies everything she wish for, but it is too good to

be true.

Snow crystals fall outside are unique, beautiful

and shines evocative in the cold night.

She light a candle where she dreams an Arctic

dream about the miracle of the infant faith.

The white dove flies silently through the chains

that lift the adventure of hope behind

the jewel of the dark night.

Somewhere with the frost on her cheeks,

a little girl lights a candle for all the stories that

are expressed without words, that are burned

into the scars of the human hearts.

-Orkidedatter-

My book; Beautiful and battered, breaking through the chains

My first poetry collection in English language is

released on 12.1.2020. (Amazon.com)

Available in my linktree:

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Poem:

From the north a butterfly in

winter land under the

Polar star in the elongated small country

-Norway-

If you listen carefully you can hear

her wing stroke rises from a descending black

star from a nightmare visions

flash down below the abyss…

breaks through the chains from a cage of

another day healing subconsciously

a picture of pain.

Bleeding memories and a battered

country girl,

but beautiful as the midnight sun…

strong as the Northern Lights dances on the

black canvas of the sky, she colors her soul’s

landscape of a ruin to an

architectural masterpiece.

-Orkidedatter-

Beautiful and battered

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Poetry collection:

Beautiful & battered

– breaks through the chains-

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From the north a butterfly in

winter land under the

Polar star in the elongated small country

-Norway-

If you listen carefully you can hear

her wing stroke rises from a descending black

star from a nightmare visions

flash down below the abyss…

breaks through the chains from a cage of

another day healing subconsciously

a picture of pain.

Bleeding memories and a battered

country girl,

but beautiful as the midnight sun…

strong as the Northern Lights dances on the

black canvas of the sky, she colors her soul’s

landscape of a

ruin to an architectural masterpiece.

-Orkidedatter-

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Fragile

OrkidedatterPicture is me…

(This is an acrostic poem)

~F R A G I L E~

F ear through glistening stars playing hide & seek in the darkness

R oars deep within her soul a thunderous deal of the devil’s rage

A ngels fighting inside her pounding heartbeats with the mystique from the broken dreams

G hostly they whirled around to find peace in a wrecked country girl

I mmersed with purple velvet in a coffin of crystal tears from a fallen warrior

L ying in the shade of her rose thorns of demons

E motions running wild in her veins like dark arrows pierced her mind.

-Orkidedatter-

Summertime sadness…

She got drunk

tried to drink away her pain

danced on the table

sang the saddest songs she knew

as elegant as the candle light sparkling on

the piano her bambi eyes was like

shappire moonlight

her hair flow like a river and her cheery

lips was telling magic

her radiance got the heartbeat of all

men in the bar to tremble

but she had no longing to them…

the smell of whiskey and blue smoke

lay like a blanket over the room

remembering nothing until she

wakes up on a street corner with him

beside her

everything turned upside down inside her

you held her hair

you told her how beautiful she was

regardless

so much love for her

a day four years ago she turned her back

on him and said no, just go…

a choice she could sell her soul to the

devil for…

if she could turn back time…

you are still her best friend

doing everything for each other

having fun

conversation from dusk to down

know everything about each other

every time your name appears on

the phone her heart quiver in pain that

hurt so good

always a perfect picture of your family

suddenly, you knock on her door

she lets you in

she smiles bravely

her heart cracks

her eyes are bloodshot

you traces your fingertips down her jaw

she gasp for the breath

befor their lips meet, time stand still

at this moment and she can feel your

goosebumps on your nose

and your lips are drawn towards eachother

she moans for both of you

drown in your emerald green eyes

just one last night in the sky of lovemaking

in sin he whisper

-I want to make love to you-

slowly they make love in

a bodylanguage only they knew

when tomorrow comes she has

pulled the trigger

she can’t bear anymore

summertime sadness

they find her in the bubble bath with

rose petals from the

Black Rose…

-Orkidedatter-

Shades of black scars…

She tries to find peace because her heart

will heal

It’s beautiful, but worn

It has been attempted repaired

With needle and thread

If you look closely, you can see the shade of

the stitches torn off time after time

Looking even further in, deep behind her

heart, you can watch a glimpse of a face

It is like the shadows waving in the wind

You realize that the face belongs to the

heart, because they are equally ghostly

She turns her face away in disgust and

loathing

It storms in the heart’s rhythm

Faster and

faster, she won’t be anymore

It is like thorns from «the black rose» being

thrown at her, and she feels an

indescribable pain in her heart and it’s

burn in her soul

In the face behind the heart tears flow like

a waterfall

As a veil, they embrace her heart and dig

«the river of tears» bigger and demper

Tears from a darkness that no little girl

should know about

Tears from a scared soul that a soul never

should know about

Tears from a place within a little girl never

knew she had

A stolen body…but always a soul and a

heart that she hid and protected

Can she be whole again?

Is the last flame extinguished?

She can feel her heartbeat, breathes deeply

and try to find calmness

She wipes away the tears that quietly fall

down her cheek

Her body remembers

The heart knows

Her mind can deceive her

All of the emotions and experiences are

stuck in her body as the pain of a thorn

-Demons are screaming the worst she can

senses-

Her eyes can’t stop crying, her soul is

working to heal, her mind is trying to

connect with heart

A thousand broken pieces of her heart is

laying beside her in a chest of sorrows

With all her scars she begins to feel the

various nerves of the black paths

Trails she never wants to join again

They’ll be with her to the end of life and

she’ll try everything she can to make new

paths bright and beautiful next to the dark

ones…

-Orkidedatter-

You borrowed her heart

You caught her heart and

lent it for a while

you embraced her with

all your love and caring

she was lost in your soul

at one point you gave her

the heart back

a broken heart with pain

she became a dark crushed soul

emptiness within

it’s far too much to take

she almost drawning in her

own tears of ocean

now she has dried out

an Angels tears of blood

falls down her cheek

with her bloody eyes

she digs her grave of sorrow

and hope death will knock with

his skeleton on her coffin.

-Orkidedatter-

Shades of love

Poetry poem shades of love poet Norway Norwegian art

She want you to feel the presence

of her soul in your bare body

through every word she write

she want you to feel that she spread

severals shades of love onto you

let your life flow over her

cover this walls of fear with passion

make love to this labyrinths of darkness

discover every inch in this broken heart

reveals every touch of her ink in her

mind with your burning flames of love

embrace her within

in the end she has to close her diary

you are only in her mind

but still so alive.

🦋

-Orkidedatter-

Coloring your day

(English text after the Norwegian text)

Mangt skal vi møte

mangt skal vi mestre

stå opp og lytt til dagen

solen og solens stråler

som vekker dine følelser i deg

hvite sommerfuglers vingeslag

hvilken farge velger du idag

stien er like ny som i går

et nytt kapittel i ditt liv

skal skrives

lytt til dypet i deg selv

hør din hjerterytme

føl din puls

fjorden er like blå og blank

der den renner som blod

i dine årer

blikket ditt fanger meg

føl mørket og dager er brått

over

det er mer vi kan føle enn

hva vi kan forstå

månen er like ny

men er like hemlig

som dagen i morgen

naturens fjerne åser minner oss

om en svunnen tid

kommer aldri tilbake

med neste morgengry kan du

lage deg din beste dag

du kan høre noen hvisker deg i øret

at alt skal bli bra igjenn og ikke vær redd

som en hvit sommerfugl skal farges

slik kan du velg din farge på dagen i dag

gjør den til din beste.

🦋

-Orkidedatter-

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Coloring your day:

Much we will meet

we must master many things

get up and listen to the day

the sun’s rays

that arouse your feelings in you

white butterflies wing strokes

what color do you choose today

the path is as new as yesterday

a new chapter in your life

must be written

listen to the depths of yourself

feel your heartbeat

feel your pulse

the Norwegian fjord is as

blue and shiny

as it flows like blood

in your veins

you glance catches me

feel the darkness when the day is over

there is more we can still feel

what we can understand

the moon is just as new

but is just as secret

like the day tomorrow

the distant hills of nature remind us

about a bygone era

will never return

with the next morning break you can

make your best day

you can hear someone whispering

you in the ear

that everything should be well done and

nor be afraid

as a white butterfly should be colored

so can you choose your color of the day

make it your best.

🦋

-Orkidedatter-