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Lars Axberg Poem
Drifting slowly as time slips away like a dog spinning faster and faster but never catching it's tail.
I have been here before floating in this sea of uneasiness, clouded by confusion and lack of self worth.
Whispers of things that could be lazily cling to the edge of what in my own mind seem out of reach.
I have pushed limits, seen, felt, and done things most would deem unrealistic. Yet still the whisper, It calls to me, body not what it once was, mind clouded and doubted by thoughts I can't understand. But still.... who am I?
Some say it takes a life time to figure that out.
Not sure I have that long, who knows. What's does the song on breeze sing to you? I give, I love, and those whispers words barely audible yet pulling at the fiber of my being. Who are you? I am a warrior, bound by honor, family, yet I never look for a fight, I protect, I defend, I love...
Copyright © Lars Axberg | Year Posted 2023
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Lars Axberg Poem
A Valentine’s Day poem
You are like a beautiful story to me each page I turn the more I want to read, hard to put down I’m always enthralled, the next chapter comes, and this story, I never want to put down, comes to a place where it’s my chance to write and add to our beautiful life. I know it’s my favorite tale of all time, a Never-ending book full of love and hope, we will write the rest together this I know. And where it ends I have no concern, it’s the pages in between I’m more than happy to turn.
Copyright © Lars Axberg | Year Posted 2023
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Lars Axberg Poem
Have you ever seen an Angel fall from the sky? Like a shooting star, brighter than day on the darkest night, a beautiful glow than that stilled as it made its flight… And yet still, have you ever seen an Angel fall from the sky? If you had would want to know why? This Angel tucked her wings for the greater good never being seen the way that she should, to raise children, to laugh to live to love, and even though on the most joyous days you would swear she could glow, and in the saddest moments her heart was all you could know, and in every step by her side felt effortlessly, my wife my bride my life my love my queen My Angel yet Angel unseen… and on the day that day I took my last breathe, her hand in mine as we both wept, her wings unfolded and opened wide and “together” she said to our next life… so you see there just may be an Angel among you, a souls other part, so don’t look up to the sky, your angel may already be right there by your side…
Copyright © Lars Axberg | Year Posted 2024
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The web was spun of purest gold, each strand a wonder to behold, the silver shears like a lover, the fate that lay in cloudless cover, each day a reason to always be, each night an endless void of dreamless sleep, in life the steps echo so pure, a beautiful journey with you so near, and yet a hand outstretched so far, to catch the light of a dying star, a fleeting moment long past in time, another second to know I'm alive, a love that lingers so innocently, a lie repeated to deceive, to see with eyes closed so tight is not the way to a happy life
Copyright © Lars Axberg | Year Posted 2026
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Lars Axberg Poem
Past
Time drifted around me, slipping through my fingers,
spinning like a dog chasing a tail it could never catch.
I floated in that familiar sea of uneasiness—
confusion thick as fog, self-worth barely a whisper.
Possibilities clung to the edges of my mind,
lazy, fragile, almost out of reach.
I had pushed limits, done the impossible,
lived through storms most never see—
yet still the whisper called:
Who am I?
Some say it takes a lifetime to know.
I wasn’t sure I had that long.
Present
The breeze carried a song I couldn’t quite decipher.
I gave, I loved, I tried—
but the whispers tugged at the fibers of my being.
Who are you?
I answered the only way I knew:
I am a warrior.
Bound by honor, by family.
I don’t seek the fight—
I protect, I defend, I love.
But even warriors break.
I felt shattered into a million pieces,
no glue, no time, no map to make myself whole again.
Patience, I told myself.
Rebuild.
Find a different way.
Climb slower this time.
More care.
More listening.
But God, I was tired.
My unbendable will had been folded, twisted,
and only now was it beginning to straighten.
Fear crept in—
Can I do this?
I looked up:
I had been three hundred feet from the top,
and now I was back at the bottom.
So tired.
So scared.
But this time, I shed the weight—
ego, pride, doubt, fear, old versions of myself.
If I didn’t let go, I wouldn’t make it.
So I let go.
Even tired.
Even trembling.
I let go.
Future
And then—
the flowers.
Fragile, delicate, beautiful.
Yet somehow they survived everything:
the storms, the frozen nights,
the snow piled six feet high,
the blazing sun.
Every year they rose again,
taller, stronger, more radiant.
Resilient.
Alive.
I cared for them, watched them bloom,
and they taught me what I had forgotten:
love is fragile, yes—
but it is also the strongest thing we grow.
Even when we leave,
love remains in the soil.
It blooms again.
It carries forward.
It becomes the proof that nothing beautiful
is ever truly lost.
So I climb again—
slower, steadier,
with more care, more humility, more heart.
Because like those flowers,
I am learning that no matter the storm,
I can grow again.
I can bloom again.
And love—
the love I give, the love I’ve known—
will always rise with me.
Copyright © Lars Axberg | Year Posted 2026
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Maybe someday I’ll be a super hero, maybe a drop of rain, but for now I am me and I can’t complain, I have to dig deeper, try harder be the best I can be, give with all my heart and love selflessly, for people are not perfect especially me…. Maybe someday I’ll be a super hero….
Copyright © Lars Axberg | Year Posted 2026
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