Swedish Poems - Poems about Swedish

I am Swedish so I have no concept of warmth, Yet my heart has been touched by a thousand degree Gum was taken by cupid's spicy dart, An amorous wind resting through Duino's trees Who is his lover? Who has his hand? Who will feel his lips when Mensa's food is bland? And how will the rest of us ever compare, to...

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I remember very clearly a rendezvous’! It was with a nineteen-year-old Swedish girl on holiday with her friend. They had a room in the hotel I worked in. My colleague and I, a barman, became friendly and we used to go out together That is how we dated these two sisters. We took them...

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Filippa loved her bright-eyed horse. His name was Fred, his mane was coarse. They galloped back and forth to school. When shoes got loose, she’d use a tool. Filippa’s Fred was loyal and fine. He was sixteen, and she was nine. Swedish, they both loved life. She played a flute. He played a fife....

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Swesish Saga Gerda left Sweden with an odd liking for turnips. She claimed hard labor ruined her hands. She hated her father. Fritchof walked like an ex-sailor. He had a vein-blue tattoo on his left hand. He once sailed the Red Sea and grew a mustache. They met in Vancouver. A brown wedding oval preserves her stiff upper lip, his doubting earnestness. She made...

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I'm a Swedish beauty Born in poverty With eyes so green And cheek bones so high You wonder at the structure Of DNA gone by My hair is silk running through the breeze And If you touch it your fingers wil slip through it My skin is tan with freckles woven in and my smile is white with straight teeth to look apon at moons delight and my body is purely a sight with small beasts upturned and inviting saying please look apon me you...

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Swedish Flower Hair blonde,eyes blue.it couldn't grow in dark and cold Stockholm without having sunny hair and oceanic eyes in it self. if i had a Swedish flower in my garden i would make it warm with the heat of my heart and i would give it water with my tears. If i had a Swedish flower,if...if... ....

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As Swedish lightning enters Renders day from deepest night And (soulful) wishers beg Mortgaging their tearful fortunes For an ounce of pure spiritual bullion With happy veins glistening Truth, honor, sufficient respect Among the smelted ore Ready for mold and use Pass me down The spirit roars Throw me selflessly into the frenzy That needs the slightest taste Where spirit climbs Wind lifting it above the caroling Desperate chorus They sing...

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Soft and chewy, cute and red; They won’t wedge in your teeth. You can chew them and not fear They’ll get stuck underneath. Jelly beans and licorice And taffy tend to stick. Jujyfruits wreak havoc So they’re not the sweets to pick. But Swedish fish and gummy bears Are perfect for a chew. If you need a sugar rush, Well, either one will do. Chocolate has its...

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