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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"Over Veilige Woorden"

On June 24th 2012

Dankbaar voor de dingen die waren,
is met liefde de leegte in staren.

Toch schuilen tranen achter de tijd,
die ons verdriet maar langzaam slijt.

Met voorzichtige stappen door dit grote moeras,
over veilige woorden van een ieder die aanwezig was.

© 2018

"Earth's Flow"

On December 5th 2007

The seasons let go,
changing the earth’s flow,
i’m struggling to extend a day ago,
oh please tell me it isn’t so.

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"Yesterday and Today..."

On July 11th 2012

Yesterday i felt more a writer then i did a painter, and before that, i felt more a photographer then i did a poet.

Hmm, and still i remember feeling more like a director then i did a producer,
not to forget more a philosopher then i did a musician.

I guess i've felt more ambition then i was myself. But today... it's new.

I feel more a man then i do a boy.

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"First Word, Last Word"

On June 22nd 2011, written in Hoorn, The Netherlands

When streets and alleys felt unheard, I held my breath before writing the first word.

I started running towards the bright, compelled to get a glimse of the light.

Over continents and across the seas, searching for clues to bring mind at ease.

I found no landscape nor sacred advise, radiating the love as a person's eye's.

What we seek should not be eternal, except the history of love, written in life's journal.

I breath out to feel, realizing next door there's something to heal.

Make this the debut,
i am a poet... and so are you!

© 2018

"Worth Creating"

On April 4th 2010, written in Delft, The Netherlands

At every other occasion i think
i find something worth having,
but no longer i can justify
this approach into which im wrapping.

I cant progress in my relating,
unless i turn it into something worth creating.

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"Oerol Festival"

On June 16th 2010, written in West-Terschelling

Je schone schijn is immer fijn,
maar nu de voorstellingen afgelopen zijn,
komt via de wadden en de duinen:
een warm hart voor bij het opruimen van de puinen.

© 2018


On February 20th 2006

The gentle stream of blood flowing,
the low pounds of the heart beating.

Outside nothing but silence,
my hand reaches out, an empty spot.

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"Groene Schijn"

On December 3rd 2005

Gras zo groen als de maan.
Een voorzichtige beweging veegt het vuil onder mijn nagel vandaan.

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On October 5th 2011

These colorful leaves whisper in my ear, the height of autumn is getting near.

It's words make me wise,
and for a moment i close my eyes.

I fall in dreams so dear,
taken away from all and every fear.

The clock runs twice,
awake and still the sun feels nice.

I'll miss your shine in winter grey,
But ill be strong and focus every day.

From now at every season' start
I'll go out and let it whisper to my heart.

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"My Tree"

On April 12th 2009

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

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"Life Like Chess"

On December 21st 2008

Life is like a game of chess:
Once you’ve figured it out,
you have probably already been put at checkmate.

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"Another Day"

On June 25th 2011, written in Hoorn, The Netherlands

Dearly as I await,
A fragile being in this state.

I feel the fire,
Your hand in mine to carefully admire.

Our future seems unsure,
Oh god, I hope we will endure.

Let these fearful feelings ease, So the next question need not end in please.

Realize that love you cannot own, Remain to care about the seeds allready sown.

© 2018

"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.

© 2018

"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.

© 2018

"Writing Time"

On December 20th 2008

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

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"The Moment Of Tomorrow"

On November 15th 2009

Archive today into the subconscious for it to fulfill its purpose in the moment of tomorrow.

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On April 12th 2006

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

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"A Cold Hand"

On August 25th 2010

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

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"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.

© 2018

"Blue Is Red"

On November 15th 2009

For people do not believe blue is red, shall they never turn their good into bad.

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"Mirror, Mirror"

On April 12th 2009

Mirror, mirror in her hand,
does faith lie in bricks or in sand?

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"Window Reflections"

On January 4th 2013

Sometimes life feels like sitting in this train, where on the opposite side a beautiful scenery is lit by sunrise.

I'm sitting there, on the other side...
...staring at leftover light on distant clouds.

© 2018

"The Key"

On January 10th 2012

The key you hold today,
carries the weight of curiosity going all the way.

Blinded what i saw in your green eyes,
i went up into the heavenly skies.

My intentions revealed from the depth,
was the love that i never got to accept.

© 2018

"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.

© 2018

"Flat Ocean"

On April 21st 2006

Energy from high and low emotions trigger the spirit’s creativity.

Energy to express. When you feel, you create. A flat ocean doesn’t move anything nor anybody.

© 2018
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