This is more a sign, than a poem. But I put it here because it makes associations, just like a poem. And a single word can sometimes make you think, maybe change the world a bit. 

Now they will demand a pararental advisatory on this page, explicit content, I believe. But this man is his own worst enemy, though he tries to deal with the demons in his soul. This is how image poems works. A short text, compared with a picture, that understates the meaning or point out a direction of the poem.

A little fairytale put together with a picture and 16 words. The glue is my imagination and a touch of magic, becaouse sorewood is a magic place, volnerable and dangerous. Cruel and beautiful.

This is a full poem, with a picture to give it an extra dimension. It's inspired by an old greak tale I put into a new frame. You should find a way to read it, the story has a fascinationg moral, especially for modern man...

I often deal with satire in my poems, this is a harsh attack on all the chimneys, also those you put in your mouth. It's all about responsibility, to the surroundings and to yourself. 

An image manipulation with irony, originally a strange orange fongus on a bush. I never managed to find information of it, or the origin af it.

Of all the things she said


Of all the things she said
The worst was the silence
Between the sentences
Where I felt her presence

Towards the end of her struggle
The best was the courage
Torn of the secrets
She held away from me

Sadness strolled pungently like blood
As a sheet of glowing purity
Strong words of comfort
Not strong enough for grief

A sudden shimmer of life
Blast sorrow’s black shapes
To dust and bashing ravens
No more craving my remorse

Of all the things she said
The most beautiful was her laughter
After days of deep gloomy shadows
And a rumour of death

Of all the things she said
The bravest word was love