Yvonne Iversen (November 9th 1986 / Oslo)
Biography of Yvonne Iversen
Yvonne Iversen Poems
The Kiss I
No sweet words were spoken, not that day. It was warm, still I froze.
Spread Your Wings
Spread your wings, just let yourself fly. Spread your wings, prepare to die.
Still makes me wonder. Is this fair? Is this right?
These days, love's wrapped in red paper, given with red roses and satin hearts. Chocolates,
Gifts, wrapped in red paper. Red roses, satin hearts.
Tender lovers ordering tickets to modern love. Catch my breath. Wish it was not so.
What matters you don’t seem to know. I know it. know it too well I suppose.
By the bend, where you stood. Where I gazed in your blue eyes. Blue eyes.
It will be fine, in the end I guess. That’s life, right?
Wipe The Spots Off
Wipe the spots off. No remains. Traces washed ashore. Marks flushed away.
With The License To Kill
Bang. Bang. A shot in the head.
Lost for words. Because pityness seems so weak, yet so strong.
I came with my confession. I couldn’t take the palpitations. With this love digression I admit you got my heart in possession.
We see the world through these coloured glasses, rose coloured glasses. With tinted spectacles we preserve the red vision of love,
Lost for words.
Because pityness seems so weak,
yet so strong.
Don't say it.
It seems to offend me more than anything else.