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Frostburn

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(Here is a modest, untitled poem I made originally in finnish, but translated it to english)

Sun climbs the celestial ladder,
I wake filled with bliss.

In form of gray rose,
truth comes knock my door.

I am alone.

No longer you are beside me,
you never even were.

I rise on my bed and sigh,
sadness becomes my cape.

Everything once again goes without meaning,
I sit and wait for my time.

No liquor, no family, no friends could ever carry my burden.
There is no ointment for my wounds.
 
Frost,
it is sad and beautiful and I think it translates very well into English.
You are very talented.
 
I like this - I'm surprised you had to translate it actually, because I agree with Sola, it works well in English.
 
wow that is amazing it's great

i really like it

:)

you should post the original finnish one too, cause i bet it would sound cool too

:)
 
Thanks for the compliments. :) I really appreciate them. First time I ever let anyone read my poetry, so was naturally quite nervous if I would be shot down.

Here is the original, as requested:

Aamu aurinko kiipeä taivaan tikkaita,
herään haikeana onnesta.

Harmaan ruusun muodossa,
totuus tulee kolkuttamaan ovelleni.

Olen yksin.

Enää et ole vierelläni,
et koskaan ollutkaan.

Nousen sängylleni ja huokaan,
suru pukeutuu viitakseni.

Kaikki elämä on jälleen turhaa,
istun ja odotan kuolemaa.

Ei tuskaani poista ystävät, perhe tai viina.
Ei ole salvaa olemassa haavoilleni.


And here is another one I made. :) Thanks again for the encouragement.

With tired eyes I gaze,
empty night filled with stellar beauty.

Some say dreams are only for fools,
but what remains with me,
if you take them away?

Wind nurtures my shattered face,
whispering a word of reminisce.

It is hard to be satisfied,
with your own silver lining.
When where ever you go,
clouds are encrusted with gold.

Warmth engulfs my withered heart,
With renewed strength and courage,
I wander off to darkness.

Even if tonight I am covered,
with cold ice and snow.
I fade in to the night,
escorted by my dreams.
 
Here is new poem I scribbled. :)

All the true beauty in the world,
untouched,
unheard,
unawakened,
slumbers silently through the days that turn into years.

They stroll through their stressed days,
for vain they sleep their restless nights.

Somber tears fall down,
giving warmth to their cold cheeks.
Echoes of quiet sighs,
fill the empty streets.

Glowing serpent grips the city in its coil,
breathing away all the life.
From their own sweat and blood,
people made graveyard for the living.

Green bearded maidens in their silver snow coats,
dance in the night,
free of worry and sorrow,
gentle breeze being their only partner.

But for how long can they keep on dancing,
untill the glowing serpent crushes them in its coil?
 
Frostburn said:
(Here is a modest, untitled poem I made originally in finnish, but translated it to english)

Sun climbs the celestial ladder,
I wake filled with bliss.

In form of gray rose,
truth comes knock my door.

I am alone.

No longer you are beside me,
you never even were.

I rise on my bed and sigh,
sadness becomes my cape.

Everything once again goes without meaning,
I sit and wait for my time.

No liquor, no family, no friends could ever carry my burden.
There is no ointment for my wounds.

You hit a piece of my heart - this is great - thank you for being a wonderful writer:)
 
Frostburn said:
(Here is a modest, untitled poem I made originally in finnish, but translated it to english)

Sun climbs the celestial ladder,
I wake filled with bliss.

In form of gray rose,
truth comes knock my door.

I am alone.

No longer you are beside me,
you never even were.

I rise on my bed and sigh,
sadness becomes my cape.

Everything once again goes without meaning,
I sit and wait for my time.

No liquor, no family, no friends could ever carry my burden.
There is no ointment for my wounds.

Haunting and definitive. Thank you for giving it to us Frostburn.
 
Frostburn, these are excellent. I especially like the second one. Feels like you are bringing pieces of my soul on in it. :) I love how you word your poems as well.
 
Thank you all for your kind words. :) They really made me feel happy.
 
Bit similiar concept like on the first poem, but I took different approach this time.

Together we fall down,
covering each other with silk.
I hold you in my tight embrace,
feeling your sweet tenderness.

You whisper quietly:”I love you.”,
while your soft lips press on to my neck.
The scent of your hair.
The warmness of your breath.
No man ever could find greater euphoria.

Words between us are meaningless,
depth of your eyes,
tells me more than tongue ever could.

Tightly weaved together,
skin against skin,
we become one in flesh and spirit.
The beating of your heart vibrates on my chest,
vitalizing my whole wretched being.

Like a wild river,
time flows through us,
but we are already far away.

Tranquility fills the room,
letting our drained bodies rest,
while spirits walk on.

I open my eyes and watch,
the ghostly candle light,
that paints faint visions of fantasy.

Heart tries to become blind,
but even for the beast with mangeled face,
the yearning for heat and touch never ends.
 
There comes a lady,
looking more than fine,
Her hair dark and wavy,
and figure so divine!

Why heavens give out,
such a heavy toll.
My being shattered by awe,
yet I feel so whole.

It is always nice,
to see a pretty girl smile.
But too often I feel,
that it is just fate being vile.

Can't I just be content,
with my constant desperation.
So sweet and calm,
free from all temptation.

Sanity left tonight,
to drink himself numb.
And my heart can roam free,
untill I start to feel dumb.

On my journey for romance,
I didn't get far.
My legs were feeling heavy,
like I was walking on tar.

But still,
it wasn't all in vain.
I made a pretty girl smile,
and it was worth all my pain.
 
You came to my life,
like a star,
faintly bright.

We often shared a talk,
fit even for the wise,
yet I could not help but to see,
the deep sadness in your eyes.

You seemed so beautiful and warm,
yet fragile and frail.
I tried to make you strong,
but I guess I was set to fail.

You faded from my life,
like you were just a dream.
It felt like a theatre play,
filled with a cruel theme.

You never opened up to me,
still I'm hurt by your leave.
Like I knew you more,
than you would let me even to believe.

But now may the currents take you,
wherever you please.
Will it be at the sunny shores,
or will your legs never seize?

Goodbye my dear friend,
may the night treat you well.
Let us enjoy our solitude,
until we are united,
by the sound of the haunting knell.
 
well written, Frostburn.
i think you might want to revise this stanza though:

But now may the currents take you,
wherever you please.
Will it be at the sunny shores,
or will your legs never seize?

the last line is abit problematic, as you are not giving a noun for "seize" to act upon.

unless i am mistaken...
 
Frostburn, I just found this and love your words....Excellent, Keep posting. I love creativity in all of it's forms...:)
 
dead said:
well written, Frostburn.
i think you might want to revise this stanza though:

But now may the currents take you,
wherever you please.
Will it be at the sunny shores,
or will your legs never seize?

the last line is abit problematic, as you are not giving a noun for "seize" to act upon.

unless i am mistaken...

Ah that was a simple mixture of words. The word I was looking for was "cease" which sounds quite similar. Thank you for pointing that out. Pity I can't edit my post anymore.

Nina said:
Frostburn, I just found this and love your words....Excellent, Keep posting. I love creativity in all of it's forms...:)

Thank you for your positive feedback. It fuels me with more motivation and faith in myself. *smiles*

 
Cathy Smith Bowers of Tryon as North Carolina's Poet Laureate, her powerful poems open new avenues of thought, and are a reflection of the love of words and learning.
 
No winter ever felt so cold,
like the summer not so old.

I saw the Sea.

Sun made the water glimmer.
I wanted to dive in,
but I was never much of a swimmer.

Gentle waves washed the shore,
the water touched my toes.
When it pulled away, back to the Sea,
I could feel that my heart just froze.

The night came,
water turned into stars.
The Sea still slept when I left,
without saltwater,
to drown my scars.
 

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