The moon watches over all of me. With a silent voice, it wraps me in its embrace. Light melts into darkness, and only the night knows. #poetry　#freeverse

Swedish practice poem. 😊 I månljuset blommar blommor vackert som du. In the moonlight, flowers bloom beautifully, like you.

Swedish practice poem. 😊 Var tog drömmen vägen? Bara månen vet. Where has the dream gone? Only the moon knows.

Sitting in the shade, alone in thought. A crown of flowers upon my head. Barefoot, I feel the earth breathe— like a distant summer. #poetry　#freeverse

The dancer steadies her breath for a leap into the future. She bends with grace, her steps light as air. A beautiful leap— following only the light. #poetry　#freeverse

Drawn by the morning mist, I gather flowers. A faint fragrance brushes past my nose. Their pale hues are the color of love. Beyond the hazy landscape, you remain. #poetry　#freeverse

Swedish practice poem. 😊 Var är blommornas doft? Natten är stilla. Where is the fragrance of flowers? The night is still.

Clad in a crimson dress, languid as blood. Attended by rose petals, I breathe a quiet sigh. Beyond happiness and despair, only the passing of time leaves me dizzy. #poetry　#freeverse

The midsummer sun shines on a Saturday morning. A cat lies still, tail gently swaying. As if it knows everything, it narrows its eyes in the light. #poetry　#freeverse

Turn the page. Life begins to move. As if setting sail, hard to starboard. The story dances, and once again, I turn a new page. #poetry　#freeverse

The full moon shimmers, like a wandering traveler looking up. Light fills the air, gently holding unease. Only— the night goes on. #poetry　#freeverse

Swedish practice poem. 😊 I min dröm törn. rosors doft. mörker som breder ut sig In my dream thorns, the scent of roses darkness spreading outward

June of betrayal. The long rain keeps falling like tears. You were smiling, behind a mask. Low-hanging clouds like vacant eyes. Only what ran down my cheeks was the truth. #poetry　#freeverse

The rose bears no guilt. Thorns that tear through darkness. Fragrance that unsettles the heart. All the breath of the rose. Forever— sweet, fierce, unaware. #poetry　#freeverse

Cat laughs in the void. Cat laughs again. Outline of time unravels. Past and future disappear in the same place. Only darkness and light remain. #poetry　#freeverse

I gaze at the twilight sky, and remember your shadow. The red sky holds its silence, sinking days scented with roses into the distance. I entrust my thoughts to what has passed, and exhale, as if accepting the end. #poetry　#freeverse

An enchanting sound resounds, the violin’s tone so soothing, carrying a sweet danger, like the whisper of the devil. The performer smiles— and the music fades into the night. #poetry　#freeverse

Swedish practice poem. 😊 Söt viskning en varm omfamning i månljus natt blir en dröm Sweet whisper a warm embrace in a moonlit night becomes a dream

Petals fall into darkness, strewing colors of love through the night. Chasing dreams that cannot be held, they leave behind only their fragrance. #poetry　#freeverse

Heavy gray sky— at the door I hesitate, umbrella in my hand #haikuchallenge #haiku Since the rainy season began, the weather has been unsettled. I keep looking at the sky, wondering if I need an umbrella.☔

Swedish practice poem. 😊 Nattbrisen blåser Kronbladen dansar i ensamhet The night breeze blows The petals dance in solitude

Swedish practice poem. 😊 En dröm i lila natt Söt viskning Alla mina kärlekar A dream in the purple night Sweet whisper All my loves

The Queen of the East sings alone. An aria of tears, frozen like ice. The marksman of the magic bullet takes aim even at the moon. The silver night holds its breath, bringing an eternal silence. #poetry　#freeverse

Swedish practice poem. 😊 En liten fågel ser en stjärna lysa i drömmen A little bird sees a star shining in a dream

The stars dream of dawn, while I dream of you. The moon remains silent, watching from above. Wrapped in the colors of midnight, I remember your presence. And as the night deepens, I am gently drawn into the world of dreams. #poetry　#freeverse

A little bird stands still, resting its wings before flight, resting its voice before song. Tormented by solitude, enduring, until it can return to the sky once more. #poetry　#freeverse

Swedish practice poem. 😊 Jag ser en liten blomma i drömmen stjärnornas doft blommar I see a small flower in the dream the scent of stars blooms

The one I wait for never comes. Yet still, beneath the moon, I bloom. Lost within the violet night, holding back my tears in silence, holding on to hope. #poetry　#freeverse

In darkness, a plucked flower blooms, scattering threads of light, searching for the word called love. #poetry　#freeverse

Swedish practice poem. 😊 Jag vill ha månen Jag vill ha stjärnorna Jag vill ha deras ljus I want the moon I want the stars I want their light

Come, my faithful servant—obey. You who deceived the Mouth of Truth must bow. Follow me into the dark. Give me your wisdom. Be silent. Look only at my feet. #poetry　#freeverse

From where does the fragrance of flowers come? Sorrow drifts away, melting into the wind. A delicate scent caresses the air, unfolding softly within the light. Unknown to all, it is quietly set free. #poetry　#freeverse

Wearing an ordinary face, I lie to my own heart. The compass of my life shifts ever so slightly. A hidden reaction, a guilty smile slipping through. I only wish to be honest, to remain exactly as I am. #poetry　#freeverse

following the bee deep down inside the foxglove where darkness is sweet

Swedish practice poem. 😊 Vem sjunger? En röst som vinden En aria av rosor Fåglarna viskar i gryningen Who sings? A voice like the wind An aria of roses Birds whisper at dawn

There must be a remnant of you deep within me else why do I howl at the full moon else why do I cry reading a sad poem else how can my heart break and mend at the thought of you there must be a remnant of you deep inside me I’m not giving it back ever #vss365 #remnant

they pair and sway entwined the queen laughs the prince falls silent the final dance ends only entanglement remains #poetry　#freeverse

Early summer wind— passing softly through, eyes narrowing #haikuchallenge #haiku

Swedish practice poem. 😊 En liten vit blomma blommar i mig ett rent tecken A small white flower blooms within me a pure sign

Flames flicker, illuminating the deep abyss. A spiral staircase twists like a labyrinth. Step by step, guided by a light, I ascend without knowing the way ahead. #poetry　#freeverse

Swedish practice poem. 😊 Nattvinden bär rosens doft in i drömmen Night wind carries rose scent into dream

Fading away— the profile of your face. The warmth of that day quietly drifts into the distance. Only my cold fingertips still carry this loneliness. Will the morning sun ever rise again? Someday, once more. #poetry　#freeverse

Scorching sunlight— sweat gathering on my brow, where has spring gone? #haikuchallenge #haiku It suddenly feels like midsummer already.🌞 I wonder where spring disappeared to

Burning emotions slip through my fingers. A blazing oasis is born and vanishes like an illusion. A scorching wind turns into a vortex, passing through, searing this body. What remains is only a drifting form. #poetry　#freeverse

The door opens. An unknown wind flows in. The dice of fate are cast, and the path begins to take shape. An open door to the future. Is it hope, or despair? Only the whisper of darkness knows the answer. #poetry　#freeverse

The fountain of chaos— the presence of a maiden standing frozen. The darkness of night draws near. Spreading like a labyrinth, it is but an escape from truth. The maiden sheds her tears, gazing up at the shattered moon. #poetry　#freeverse

Swedish practice poem. 😊 Blå himmel. Solen dansar i skyn. Ljuset vaknar sakta. Blue sky. The sun dances in the heavens. The light slowly awakens. I think I’m beginning to feel the difference between the Swedish words for “sky.”

Night never breaks. The forbidden door remains sealed. The dark wears a smile of agony. Though the magic lamp is polished, the whispers are devil’s words. Two eyes gaze into the dim expanding darkness with sorrow. #poetry　#freeverse

A weekend morning— the scent of spices rising into an empty stomach #haikuchallenge #haiku This morning I felt unusually hungry, so I had curry for breakfast. Maybe it’s just the weekend making me a little relaxed.

Swedish practice poem. 😊 Jag vill ha dig Jag vill se din gestalt mellan vit morgon och violett natt I want you I want to see your silhouette between white morning and violet night