Biography of Iwan Niksch
I am a scientist, in biology and chemistry. I would never call myself a poet, and I don't want to be one. Yet I have written countless poems about life, love and death. Most were lost to fire, in an emotional attempt to start afresh, and only a few remain.
Iwan Niksch Poems
I wish this poem were pixie dust To throw into your eyes And make you see the loveliness Beneath my sad disguise.
So Happy And So Proud
Thoughts of you surround me You're the beating of my heart The love you give defines me My life no longer dark
You thought that they loved you You hoped that they cared You dream that they want you You dreamed, you despaired
The smile on your face is a lasting memory in our hearts. Nothing in this world, not even life or death, can keep us apart. You have always been the one I went to for advice, Whenever I was upset, or even just a bit uptight,
Life As I See It
Life is a bitter sweet pill I am forced to take against my will Everyone trying to pull me Back into so called reality
I Know That You Don'T Feel For Me
I know that you don't feel for me The way I feel for you. We're good friends, I value that, There's nothing you need do.
Love In Vain
Loving one, can cause great pain; And drive from you, all that is sane. Yet insanity, cannot compare; To the bliss, which Love can bear.
When I Am With Her
When I am without her, the sun doesn't shine as brightly. When I am without her, the clouds are dark and foreboding. When I am without her, the birds don't sing as sweetly. When I am without her, the walls close in on me.
How do I love Thee; Must I tell ye Is it fair that the Ancients know What we still search to find A love that is truly rare and bright
What I am, what I was, what I will be, what will the next bloody thrill be? A robber, a cop, a saint, or a whore, what will I find when I open your door?
I Love You As A Valley Loves
I love you as a valley loves The river through its fields, Or as a note upon a page The music that it yields.
Calm My Galilee
I love you even though I know You show no love for me. Your eyes are icy springs that feed My hidden ecstasy.
Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly.
Day By Day
Each day I live, the pain consumes What little sanity I have bloomed Like walking in a cloud of fog Falling down, sinking into smog
What I am, what I was, what I will be,
what will the next bloody thrill be?
A robber, a cop, a saint, or a whore,
what will I find when I open your door?
Where is the love that's never been,
the emptiness haunts me again and again.
Where is the line between right and wrong,
where is the end of the endless song?