Stream Whispers

 
Den vackraste bäcken i skogen sorlar sin svala sång där jag drömt mig kvar i min barndomsskog, liljor viskar till vinden, visdomen jag glömt. Jag möter bäckens mörka vatten i det jag hindrat och förträngt i den ensamma natten. Klarheten jag känner från skogen, går genom mitt skira, mjuka människohjärta, smärtat som bränner sig kvar är som den renaste gåva från gud.
 
The most beautiful creek in the forest murmurs its cool song. Where I dream I left my childhood's forest lilies, whispers of the wind bring a wisdom I forgot. I face the brook of dark water — all that I stopped and repressed in the lonely night. The clarity I feel from the forest goes through my sheer, soft human heart. This pain that burns in me is the purest gift from God. 
/Ingela
Kategori: Life, Poetry; Taggar: Ingela Axkrants, a beautiful life, beautiful, beauty,, mystical poetry, natural beauty, natural life,, poem, poetry, poetry about a stream, poetry of life, spiritual life, spiritual poetry;

Kissing at the Square

Fröken onödig, älskar att kyssas, hon är liten men hon når om hon står på prinsens tår. Läppar så ömma, hon aldrig ska glömma, kärlek ger vila, det lugna och fina. I hjärtat bor en tillit så stor; den andas kärlek i livets alla väderstreck. Fröken onödig kysser inga grodor för prinsen är här som hon håller så kär.  
/Ingela
 
Miss unnecessary loves to kiss. She is small and yet she reaches up to stand on the prince's toes. Lips so tender, she'll never forget: love gives rest, the quiet and beautiful. In the heart lives a great trust; the breath of love in all of life's directions. Miss unnecessary will not kiss frogs for the Prince is here that she holds so dear. 
/Ingela
Kategori: Life, Poetry; Taggar: Blake Steele,, Clarity,, Compassion, Grateful, Ingela Axkrants, Love,, kärlek, life poetry, love poet, tacksamhet;

By The Sea's Soft Iron

I let my feet get caressed by the sea's soft iron, beyond my future's murky shadows, and the sweet song of this moment. The sea remembers her deep, salt tears in these waves, in the lonely halls of its hidden heart, and silently sucked upwards towards the face of the sun. It is captivating to turn into the unbridled power of the wind as it dances with the foam — in this place where jewels of beauty are revealed with every footstep. Each little stone here has its own perfection; rattling along the shore to find its place.
/Ingela
Kategori: Poetry Taggar: Ingela Axkrants, poem, poetry, poetry about the sea, sea, seashore;