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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"Heavens Birth"


On 18th of March 2013

Find your leaves in green,
all grown up to be seen.

Little by little from just a seed,
you followed the suns plead.

Now pop a bud só bright,
with magnificent colors left and right.

Make it smell só fine,
you'll have butterflies waiting in line.

Despite your toes in muddy earth,
your flowers' worth, in this heavens birth.

© 2019

"A Hand Full"


On July 13th 2009

Why reach out for love,
when it’s not love you want to receive,
but when it is love you want to give.

© 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

"Sin"


On January 21nd 2008

In my bed for another night,
i’m wondering where you sleep tonight.

I hope you accept the route you choose,
i’m affraid there is one you’ll have to loose.

Keeping my mind from asking how it goes,
requires me to not to let you come to close.

I hate the thought of sin,
oh please, all i want is to give in.

© 2019

"Broken Memories"


On December 2nd 2008

Broken memories unfold,
after a true story was silently told.

Still the image of love’s face,
haunting me with a passionate gaze.

Thinking is what mostly lasts,
of lived dreams in many pasts.

No warmth nor spoken word,
no echo of my dream shall be heard.

A deadline in sight,
causing another late night.

Bringing it to being,
reason enough for another fleeing?

© 2019

"The Free Spirit"


On March 27th 2009

The spirit roams free
when nobody knows me,
mere the sound of silence,
and the comfort of sense.

© 2019

"Untold"


On April 12th 2006

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

© 2019

"Clouds Rise Over Mountains"


On September 26th 2009, written in Tibet, Lhasa

Be found and be lost, Until you loose count of what caused.

Seek your love in the living, Find yourself in the giving, Clouds rise over mountains.

Mold your words in shapes of keys.
While they turn from sound into feels, They will unlock for you to see what reveals.

© 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

"A True Mark"


On June 1st 2012

Shine your light and leave a true mark.

Don't waste your batteries trying to light up the dark.

© 2019

"Eager Calmness"


On December 3rd 2005

Eager calmness,
staring at wise words and candle freedom,
slowly, step by gap.

© 2019

"The Running Road"


On March 30th 2008

Tell me why do you run away,
in stead of taking that moment to pray?

the running road knows no end,
an untraceable journey of energy spent.

Face the past and take my hand,
so together we can feel on the road to an end.

© 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

"Free Again"


On December 21nd 2008

To question mind,
is to protect love.
To stop the questions,
is to loose faith in the motives of mankind.

I love those who search,
even if they have already found,

they decide not to perish,
and take their place in the ground.

The false you are asked to defy,
is fear not giving creation a try.

It’s either keep control or give it away, really for both of them there is much to say...

...A thought ago it was on show, the only thing remaining is to let go.

I have protected my love for far to long, allowing confusing thoughts about right or wrong.

I hope tonight with all my heart, that the love of a life does not just come in one part.

What follows are my steps away from the pure, to reestablish my being in the fog of the obscure.

It is the image of her looking into my eyes, seeing only my true soul straight passed all the lies.

The ultimate answer without a word, was the one I praid for to be heard.

How will this love loose it’s effect? So there shall be nothing left to protect.

© 2019

"A Cold"


On February 1st 2009

Shadow renders me cold,
gotto get going before my cough is permanently sold.

© 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

"Train Truth"


On March 2nd 2013

I climb towards heights where i don't belong, in attempt to find remains of some left behind song.

A bag of words to adore,
until i can't carry no more.

In my house i bring them back up,
and stare at them from an empty teacup.

I role up my sleeve,
and decide if there is anything in there to believe.

I try all there is to combine,
and find a few that rhyme just fine.

I distil them as a whole,
and let them speak directly into my soul.

This is just what i do,
driven by hope to cast a smile upon you.

© 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

"Evolution"


On July 18th 2012

i am rock - i am human
i am idea - I am

© 2019

"The Same Light"


On January 21st 2001, written in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

My heart is full of words that don’t get out,
I let them go…
to become the blue sky around my cloud.

The moon, the same light,
yet a different sight.

Now a name to sing…
perhaps the lost feathers of my wing.

My heart in snow, my heart far from low,
my eyes shut, that feeling from the gut.

I wish i had more time,
so i’d have more words to rhyme.

The perfect night,
something to hold on… tight.

© 2019

"A Lifelong Goal"


On December 31st 2011

Boy looked into the eyes of a true soul, reflecting back the gift of a lifelong goal.

© 2019

"A Divine Gift"


On September 14th 2009

In contemplation of worth,
I walk the most spiritual place on earth.

Step by step I follow the trail,
to reach my life’s holy grail.

The Potala Palace looks at me,
urging me back one step to see:

What I just stepped over,
is a long lost four leaved clover.

I am struck by this gift so divine,
please bring it peacefully, and make our hearts shine.

© 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

"Still Family"


On February 23rd 2012, written in Agra, India

I've been wondering where you where, all this time spent in the uncompromised state of mind. A long bus drive, a heated sun, and there you where.

Welcomed again, as part of the family. I had to carry you through cultural heritage, a little heavy. I'm sorry to say, you drag me down a little, not to forget you made me miss the Taj Mahal sunset.

But anyway, i can't be mad at you. We are still family.

You are my fatigue.

© 2019

"De Wind"


On March 10th 2013

Bomen worden oud,
en mensen rijpen...

Als een vliegtuig die je vouwt,
en zich door de wind... laat grijpen.

© 2019
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