Poetic Whispers of the Unknown

  Original poetry by Merten Snijders, distilled from the relativity of time in travel and life.
Please note, these thoughts do not necessarily reflect Merten's current point of view but act as an artistic souvenir of passed and past emotions. If you are interested in the book i intend to publish from these works, please contact me.
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"Our Guardian"


On September 22nd 2008, written in Papeete, Tahiti

Our earth seems to loose some space,
people acting in their endless race.

How can we respect our guardians grace?
I guess we are all afraid to loose face.

© 2019

"Iceland Pops"


On March 1st 2008

A lifetime’s experience with dad,
hopefully enjoy laughter and sad.

Learn from him as a friend,
to strengthen our hart before one gets send.

© 2019

"The Essence"


On December 5th 2007

Blinded no more,
what is there left to adore?

The essence of being,
is why my dreams keep on seeing.

© 2019

"Writing Time"


On December 20th 2008

A full mind to unwind,
just writing time to find.

© 2019

"Meant To Be"


On May 31st 2012

People aren't meant for each other,
people are meant to be.

And therefore it's clear to see,
that we are meant to help each other be free.

Against currents on the same sea,
peddling in the name of you and me.

© 2019

"Zing het uit! ;-)"


On May 31st 2012

Of je nu dik bent, kaal bent, puik of gewoon maar jij bent... Er is maar één rol die je beter past, dan een bijrol met die knakenlast...

Want wat er in je schuilt, is een hoofdrol, in je eigen verhaal... Eén waar tijd niet bestaat, en je stress niet toe laat!

Voel het komen, dat warme gevoel... Laat het je leiden, in de armen van onze wereld.

Kijk door de gaatjes in de muren en zie de liefde naar je gluren! Oh oh! Steen voor steen wordt i lager, en de grenzen worden vager! Oh Oh!

© 2019

"To Comprehend"


On February 10th 2010

Nobody can ever fully comprehend what it is they start.

I don’t know what is left,
of what i thought was right.

© 2019

"Even Overstappen"


On February 6th 2012, written in Dubai, United Arab Emirates

Uurtjes overbruggen op d'baai aerobay,
fried rice en groene thee.

Op een luie stoel met geluid van golvend zee,
beneden een straat vol winkelend reizigers vee, See Buy Fly zoals je dat vroeger ook wel eens dee.

Slaapwandelend... windje mee,
Al met al niets minder dan lachend okay.

© 2019

"Free"


On August 5th 2005

Whenever the sky breaks clear,
i wonder if what i felt was fear.

Did she just took that key,
unlocked my soul and set me free?

© 2019

"A Cold Hand"


On August 25th 2010

Darkness falls,
summer sinks,
a cold hand,
a warm heart.

© 2019

"My Tree"


On April 12th 2009

Shall my tree grow its leaves,
if i resume to acknowledge my believes?

© 2019

"Hope and Hope"


On April 15th 2011

I’m drowning in a sea of light, i don’t know if it’s yours or if it’s mine.

I’m fighting for air below the bridge that covers our distance, the currents are heavier then the anchor of our love.

I drift of to a place where there is only hope.

© 2019

"Missing You"


On February 28th 2009

Sleep my little soul,
rest a night.

Dream your goal,
and prepare for the fight.

I have wondered how she is,
but i will let it be.

Take the miss,
and let the remaining love be free.

© 2019

"Without Time"


On December 19th 2008

Nor shall we seek,
nor shall we find,
how long does it take for us to recognize our blind?

© 2019

"Focus On The Distance"


On October 7th 2011

Locked in a cage,
hanging by the cords of time.

The rope gets longer,
it swings from left to right,
while i descent into the depths,
unfamiliar and dark.

I focus on the distance,
and imagine where i’m going.

It helps.

© 2019

"This Is It..."


On April 4th 2011

Left with choice,
do i turn the remaining story into a voice?

My mind rejects,
for it is the silence that perfects.

A story so true,
need only exist in the memory of me and you.

Grow my dear friend,
because for ever this love i will defend.

© 2019

"I Love Wine"


On August 24th 2011

Purple and gold,
On my tongue you rolled.

With a closed eye,
I let you take my senses high.

Flavor my friend,
From this place it'll be you I recommend.

© 2019

"The Realm"


On October 7th 2012, written in Hoorn, The Netherlands

My heart turns cold from grasping why, the rain runs bold from a sky in cry.

I can't escape how it became,
unless i take some risk and step over my shame.

I must reinvent to survive, extend the story of my life.

A dream on a cloud,
far from what i knew, slowly deflating with it's causes out loud.

Is it fear holding me down?
Wings ready to fly, or again afraid to drown?

Be my wing in times of need,
i must enter the realm and accept my options to proceed.

© 2019

"De Gele Jas Uit 1986"


On March 3rd 2013

De klein man,
met zijn gele jas.

Hij wordt er verlegen van,
dat komt hem later wel van pas.

© 2019

"United Yet Humble"


On June 19th 2012

The only thing not true about the worlds religions is their difference.
The only thing different about non-religion, is the lack of it.

Allow your eyes to see the difference, allow your heart to be touched at the origin. United, yet humble we stand.

© 2019

"It's Temporary"


On December 8th 2009

I am your valuable idea, grab me while i’m here. Before i get pulled back into the great vast ocean of the subliminal.

© 2019

"Stress"


On November 18th 2007

Energy doesn’t just come in one way,
next to harmony is stress,
not your best neighbor some would say, accept it’s pressence and live with one worry less.

© 2019

"Find Your Home"


On January 31t 2009

I am falling because the world is calling, stop the roam and go find your home.

© 2019

"A Thin Piece Of Vanity"


On June 20th 2012

The root of a thin piece of vanity,
like a broken antenna, loosing signal.

It has caused enough noise, when i tried to listen. The noise has faded, and all i hear now is music playing.

My hands reached out in front of me. No longer cold, no longer alone. Take them, and dance with me, on the melody that never stops.

Embrace them and sing with me, to the song that stays true. Keep them and dream with me, of love, of stories... our story.

We will write a happy end and leave a trail, to reinvent.

© 2019

"Untold"


On April 12th 2006

As stories remain untold,
the lighthouse increases its illumination,
but ceases to touch the waves ahead.

© 2019
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