Yvonne Iversen Poems

There is a man without a face,
a faceless man without a name.
He's the son of nobody-knows-whom,
the father of no one.
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We see the world through these coloured glasses,
rose coloured glasses.
With tinted spectacles we preserve the
red vision of love,
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I came with my confession.
I couldn’t take the palpitations.
With this love digression
I admit you got my heart in possession.
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Lost for words.
Because pityness seems so weak,
yet so strong.
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Bang.
Bang.
A shot in the head.
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Wipe the spots off.
No remains.
Traces washed ashore.
Marks flushed away.
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It will be fine,
in the end I guess.
That’s life,
right?
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By the bend,
where you stood.
Where I gazed in your blue eyes.
Blue eyes.
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What matters
you don’t seem to know.
I know it.
know it too well I suppose.
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Tender lovers
ordering tickets to modern love.
Catch my breath.
Wish it was not so.
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