Category: Poetry

A collection of my poetry

written by Princie
April 5, 2022 0

There’s a difference between
‘If’ and ‘when’
A deep trust in the universe
I didn’t grow up with
People saying ‘when’
I grew up with safety nets
And seven backup plans
To come back to
If my efforts should fail
So every ‘when’ of yours
Sends trembles through my heart
My poor heart that realizes
There’s no ‘if’ for us in your mind

written by Princie
April 2, 2022 0

There are shadows
In the mirror
I don’t dare to take a glance,
Too afraid of what it shows
Once I come near
And see them dance.
So I only scurry past
And hide my vulnerable heart
‘Cause what if I hate what I see?
What if the image looks like me?

What if the image looks like me?
Is that not what I like to see?
I ask my vulnerable heart
Why I only scurry past.
Why fearing a dance
Or coming near,
Who put these shadows in my mind?
‘Cause when I dare to take a glance,
This mirror
Shows a lot of light.

written by Princie
January 29, 2022 0

Isn’t it curious

How I never wanted;

Scared like an animal,

Burnt, baring my teeth.

And then I did

Because I couldn’t not

And it makes me smile.

So contradictory,

The panic in my lungs,

The proud relief.

Let’s go out and drink,

A coffee, a tea or something else;

I’m scared, but we will see.

written by Princie
December 14, 2021 0

I wrote you a poem, too,

You know?

It’s not really about you, though,

And maybe that’s why there’s not an us,

That’s why there never was

A reason for me to let you know

That I wrote you a poem, too.

I hope you don’t mind it, though,

That I write images I’ll never show.

written by Princie
October 31, 2021 0

Don’t you ever wonder

How stars taste, sometimes?

If you could drink up

Their brilliance if you tried?

We can see their distant beauty

Twinkling in the velvet sky.

Don’t you look up, too, and ask

What a star would taste like?

I, for one, think it would taste like your smile

And drink it up like ice-cool summer wine.

written by Princie
October 22, 2021 0

And sometimes
I still think about you
And this
And us.
I think about that
The picture in my mind
Of a happy future
Is moving in with you,
Without consequences,
Just living together
With a horde of cats,
And I wonder what that says
About me
And this
And us.
Has it really never been love?