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

This is a quote from a poem, of all the things she said, but this one was able to stand alone. And was the part that was the most powerful. I will soon put out the whole poem.

It could be named, don't leave me, but the meaning will be out of range with that title. So empty shell is what I name this piece, to remind us all of the importance to be who we are. There is no meaning in trying to be what you are not.

A very difficult photo to shoot, I had to lay still for very long. And when I waited a poem came flying like a fly, and gave me this idea, enjoy...

Troll keeper is originally designed as a wallpaper, but transformed to a poem. The troll is drawn on a plain piece of paper and scanned into Photoshop and redesigned with new colours.

This is more a drawing than a poem, but the picture has it's own poetic signature. Unbugged Jalousy is created in Photoshop with the drawing tools, and adjustment of the light.

this is a strange poem, and a sinister image. I took it from a forntpage, to a collection of poems that never were to be. But I am not permitted to give up. There is other ways to come out with my ideas. And this is one of those.

There is not very long time to december, and Christmas. Therefore this image poem. I am not religious minded, though the pictures could give the initiation. But somehow it spoke to me, and read the poem for me. I think, it is one of the deepest of my writings.

A poem that came to me, as I was looking for a way to tell about the troubles you sometimes get into, in a creative process. Stock in my mind is one of the small wonders.

One of the first photo manipulations I created. But there were no poem to it. I later wrote this little piece, and adjusted the colours.

It hurts my eyes to watch this poem, but don't it feel warm and content to you, as if the summer never ended, although it is freezing cold? - I maybe lay a pair of sunglasses to cover for the sharp colours...

An old poem I never finished in it's original outfit. But with a picture to tell the rest, I think the missing words are in the image.

I love this design, with 2 monkeys not looking at each other but feeling close, in a tree in the Danish Zoo. It speaks to the poem, which is an outtake from a song I wrote.

No ships to lost souls

This is an experiment I had to try. Reading a gothic poem, I wrote a few hours before. No ships to lost souls had a dark feeling, that had to be put to words, spoken words. But I am not a catwalker, only an avarage guy with too much to tell. I made some art to it, and this is the outcome... I will not do this again, I promise, maybe...

It's hot and the lions a dizzy. They are not even hungry, you can give them a hug if you want, but be careful, the lions sleeps tonight, but you cannot be sure...

Here is a design I made for the romantic minded, and the poem is in a rhytmic tone. Inspired by Shakespear, and the like, in a more modern outfit. It's a real butterfly drowned in water, yes drowned.

My secret lamplight, is a poem that came up like a flashlight. It suddenly appeared, and I knew how to give it mystery

If you can't see what a swampfrog is, then I wil tell you. it's a figment of my imagination, but it was fun to make it.

A gothic tale I composed from an image of a bleeding hand and transformed in Photoshop. I kind of like the atmosphere in the rhytm and the feeling in the written.

A fantasy poem, inspired by Tolkiens works

something I always returns to if the world comes tumbling down

The picture of the castle is composed in Photoshop, together with the flowerarrangement.