Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
-
Ursula Wolf May 2023
-
Swirling keen-ons
On my obstinate heart.
Ursula Wolf Apr 2023
They abuse me,
The thoughts of mine;
Those tiny words,
Became an endless pain.
Ursula Wolf Mar 2023
I feel like there’s something in my heart.
Not you, not a feeling,
Rather a misunderstanding.
It raises when I take a breath,
But it never leaves with my words,
Rather it clings and screams.  
It wants my attention.
Care and appreciation,
But it only gives humiliation.
Like You did.
All my cells, my muscles and bones
My beautiful heart, brain and organs,
They learnt to behave to Those words.
Awful and cruel words.
My body still thinks I deserved them,
This clingy misunderstanding.
There are words that can hurt and traumatise our body more than you think and those words could stick with you forever. After some time your body reacts even without thinking. Be kind to yourself and don’t let those words win you over!
Ursula Wolf Jun 26
I raise a cup of coffee to my lips
And my heart smells so bitter.
Roses in my eyes
White, yellow, pink, red
Lingering around
The whole in my mind,
It was never filled in;
I was born with that weird
Spot on my thoughts
People stand above it
That incurable smudge
They look at it,
But never staying
Just a passing by
Ursula Wolf Aug 2023
The train is making its own story.
Filling itself with characters,
But never trapping them.
Sometimes they come back,
Some of them leaves forever,
And some of them never reaches the station.

The train is making its own story,
It is linear, never in medias res.
It is on repeat, never stopping.
The story today is you,
Don’t hop off the train.
Ursula Wolf Mar 2022
When is good love?
Where am I in that heart?
Could I be the ocean of You?
Am I the sinner of those words?
Can I soak into your soul?
Are those feelings
Made of sober truths?

Those ancient deep eyes
Comforted me into
A confident yes of yours.
Ursula Wolf Feb 2022
I love the sound of today:
My heart is chirping on a lonely birch.
As a hungry cat, jumps onto me,
And I roar into the singing grass.
Ursula Wolf Mar 2022
And suddenly the meaning of love became so slow:
I was not flying, I was not high,
It did not blind me;
The world became spacious:
All the details went clear, the colours were bright
And I just stood on the stiff ground without a deadly rushing love.
Ursula Wolf May 2022
The ground whispered
Wonders into my eyes,
Birds laid wisdom
Onto my chestnut arms.
Those moonshines were
Clashing through my petal ears
And the Sun rained tears
Under my rosy fears.

Oh, I am crying gently
Because I know that green pioneer…
It surrounded me with
Scrooching seas, church roses
And endless greens.
It sent me a deer, a tiger and an eel,
And with flowing spirits
Together we mumbled the only real…

Nature is the world
And
The world is Me.
Ursula Wolf Feb 2021
Splitting singleness is my duality
There is no One
I am already Two at the core of me
My heart is stone and a tamed sea
I am the waves which is sweet and salty
My eyes are emerald and screaming gold
I am the soil which is solid and muddy
My body is descended heaven and the breath of God
I am the feeling which is deceiving and faithful
My hands are poisonous crawls and shivers
I am the now and the will be
My past is chasing and forgetting
I am no-one and everybody
My existence is here and lost
I am Two of me
‘My’ is are and were.
Ursula Wolf Apr 2023
This life accused me.
I didn’t answer,
Because under my skin;
I found Anima Mundi.
Ursula Wolf Aug 2022
Let me fall through these walls
Into my own existence.
Don’t pull me back,
I want to crash into my soul!
Ursula Wolf Jul 2023
A spring-hearted touch,
Coffee stain on the wall.
A touch of safety,
Crying to sleep.
A strawberry smile,
Slap on the face.
A shimmer of life,
Lying to the heart.

It was all you.

Staying,
Disappearing.
Ursula Wolf Jul 2022
He seemed out of the world
The words in his notebook
Swirled with curiosity.
A rhyme led him into the woods
And reality became a sacrilege.
He took different forms, as
An ever changing mask;
The letters burnt his own self away
And he became no one, but the
Never ending stories in his pen.
Ursula Wolf Jul 2022
Sometimes I am thousands of characters
In a long lost book,
Sometimes I am that heavy smell
On a newly printed page, and
Sometimes I am just the effort
In the ink, flowing on your thumb.
Ursula Wolf Jan 2022
And suddenly I felt so tranquil,
A feeling, like a slow river
Blended my heart into the Sun.
And suddenly I felt so vibrant,
A vision, like a sweetcorn-past
Let my head into the Now.
And suddenly I felt so Me
A revelation, like a calm fall
Flew my eyes into that light void.
Ursula Wolf May 2022
Oh meddled river,
Carry my soul away on your bare back,
I am raging up in my void.
I was so lost in this concrete world…
My thoughts were painted backwards
And my body was floating above
Others’ ambitions.
My eyes were my responsibility,
To see the chirping bird
Behind the dead cat in the street.
My hands were my truth,
To touch some love
After a disappointing rush.
My lips were my secret,
To talk to myself after
The treason of humanity.
Ursula Wolf May 2020
The rain washed away
Your soft words;
Into my quiet step
You came by,
Didn't stand away;
You just stared
In the crowd's noise,
But didn't see,
Didn't hear me.
Maybe that's why
You have never loved
Me.
Ursula Wolf Jun 25
You are occupying the back of my head
Sitting on the train
You are there in the window
Talking slowly to my heart
Sometimes you are covered
With trees, falling buildings,
Tall grasses and some lying breeze.
Sometimes I appear,
As a reflection in You,
Multitudes on your eyes,
Cravings from your lips
As a forever of our destiny.
Ursula Wolf Oct 2021
Once I blinked, then there was no more daffodils in her eyes,
And her snake hands finally suffocated my crystal heart.
Ursula Wolf Feb 2022
I wanted to meet God,
But instead Nature came,
And now the Stars are
Singing the prayers for Me.
Ursula Wolf Apr 2020
I could hear as the rigid solitude knocked on my window,
I stand up with my trembling legs and look out through the glazier blot.

Dark towers of the night looming, mantle the Moon's light
Of which fairies were buried by fiend  of the shadow.

The beast huddled,
And with that, solitude also forsakaned me.

Emptiness, that I became,
Like a void spirit,
Who is silently striked by the devistating fist of scarcity.

Since the Moon was locked up in a faraway cage...
Shoreless the dark night, which burns between us,
And racking me for an endless time.

I am a bird, which pursuing its warmth,
And flying trough the stiffed mainlands.

I am a sunflower, which lives for the Sun
And nervously golden colour of it
feared from others.

I am an asterisk, which devouted to the Moon
And relishing its dim beams.

But I would rather be a shooting star once,
Than a callow craven.

I would rather wait among Time's grains of sand that snaring backwards,
Than becoming a desolate corner of life.

I wish the solid smoke of darkness would just fade away,
So my blinking eyes would know where to reach for you.

Frigid the scrapering, destitute nothingness.

Only you could smelt me, like the sunny sky a bird.

Deprivation of yours is devouring me,
Like affection my sanity.

Please bring back the Moon,
Because the night is perishing my Sun.
Ursula Wolf Jun 2022
Oh, I want to move into a painting,
To an endless sunset
To those purple strokes,
Pink leaves and yellow flows.
Oh I want that red sun-storm
To burn that brick city behind Me,
To born a Forest,
Grass peas and a flickering Sea.
Ursula Wolf Nov 2021
I keep going into this void,
It covers my heart and hands.
I reach for this life,
But I catch only siren lies.
Silent existence in my eyes
And bad dreams chase my heart.
I run into the open forest,
But I only find lost meanings.
Evening wakes up in the mornings
And I see only dreams laying next to me.

The meaning went for an early walk with life.
Ursula Wolf Jan 2022
I’m renewing my religion,
Opening the church-door of my heart; and
Oh, my eyes are Rosemary.
I fell onto a prayer
Through flying self-love;
I pick up a rosary and
In the blurry reflection
Appeared the rising God of Me.
Ursula Wolf Oct 2021
Comfort found me in loneliness
And loneliness found comfort in me.
It painted my emotions into spring forest,
It opened my eyes and injected colors into me.
It took my skin and dressed it into happiness.
It held my hand and breathed adventure onto it.
It grabbed my heart and whispered freedom to my veins.
Loneliness is the resurrection of the soul.
Ursula Wolf Jan 2021
My conscious unawareness,
My dragging crime,
My tap open tears,
My shattered heart,
My pathetic wait,
My longing look

Made Her run away.
Made her dragged down,
Made her forsaken,
Made her stabbed in the back.

Do you even feel me?
Do I even feel me?
Don’t tell me!
Don’t I think the same?

I will rise for Us again,
And the wind blows again,
And the hands are held again,
And I will hold you again;

Without dragging you down,
Without making you feel miserable.

My promise to feel love for you,
My promise to take care of you...
Was meant forever.
Ursula Wolf Jun 26
Veil-eyed anger
Ran through the field
It didn’t stay for long
Just an urge
Hounded me from the past
With ragged troubles
I didn’t pay attention
A white daisy
Under the magnolia tree
Said:
Search for something
New!
Ursula Wolf May 2022
I just want to catch on fire
With the mountains around me,
But to leave that magnolia tree
By the green lake
With the reflection of Me.
Ursula Wolf Jun 2020
Everything falls out of place
Out of these words
Out of the paper
Under the curtain
Through the windows.

Going to the streets,
Out of these buildings
Out of the city
Under the bridge
Through the fields.

Flys back to me
This happiness,
When you saw
The misery in Me
The holy in You
The good in Me
The devil in You.

Come closer,
Fall into Me.
Ursula Wolf Oct 2022
I wish this war was on drugs
And peace would fall from the sky.
I wish this love is not a sufferer,
And we would understand the Now.
I wish this Life can be an ocean
And they could move with the Moon.
Ursula Wolf May 2023
I was born a daydream.
Lovable,
But disappearing with the stars.
Ursula Wolf Apr 2020
Humid breeze fell
Hard upon
Us

From there I heard
How descended
She.

Sonorous footprints
rushing towards
Me

From there I knew,
That for her came
They,

Mass-hurtled inquirers.
Before long said
I:

'Cannot be taken
Her!'

Over crown-blasted blaze
rushed
I

To the moist
street;

Taking
The eyes of
Mine,

Flickered
The world against
Me.

Reached they for
In my arms laying
Wings.

Thereupon I felt,
the groundbreaking
Hiss,

Which,
From envying
Eyes,

Hurled out
Itself in
Disguise.

From there I knew
That hasten must
I

Behind circumference,
Under immensity,
Before evocation.

And then revealed
She

The wings for the
Stars.

Flashing eyes reborned
Life,
Plumes hurtled the
Ground,
Skin-flares illumed the
Sky,
Goldening-hair had
Confound.

And then ran
I
Just against
Me!
Ursula Wolf Jan 2022
This is my birth of your core
Are you round or square?
Basic rounds,
I would live on the endless,
Without lines crushing.
I belong to the forest;
To the wild, to the birds,
Flying from reality.
This field is without opportunity,
This grass is without a cat,
Is it definite generosity?
Or that alcoholic breath
In those child fights?
Ursula Wolf Jan 2022
Your heart sounds like
The rhythm of Me
In that old river across the forest,
In those shaky fingers
Playing on a false piano.
You think I am matching with the stars,
I am that  undiscovering Sun
Looking through an oak tree,
You lay there as a sleeping deer,
And I am the arrow;
Missing this life.
Ursula Wolf Nov 2022
I don’t know what I am;
There’s a bluebird in my heart,
Chirping
With its beak stuck into my soul.
Tomorrow it sets free,
With the heavy weight of my life.
Ursula Wolf Feb 2021
Have you really touched me
With the shores of your ocean heart?
Was it real when my murdered love
Rose again in your intoxicated arms?
Your answer still haunts me
When you said,
you just want to be free.
Ursula Wolf Jun 23
You pushed me into a trance with your cable hair
And our relationship became suddenly static
But in the radio it was still the same
Transparent song playing.

We couldn’t switch the channel,
So I threw our relationship to the middle of the street,
Hoping,
finally someone would take it.
Ursula Wolf Nov 2021
You charmed me into your arms
And I flipped into a freezing summer,
But that flickering spring
Melted my winter heart.
Ursula Wolf Aug 2022
The animals came, with
The wolf behind
They took me into the sunset, with
The Lights above;
The Sun descended to me, with
Its rays into my eye, and
That’s how I became that night
An autumn lie.
Ursula Wolf Aug 2022
The crawling angel of your eyes
Is a staggering thought to my soul.
Ursula Wolf Mar 2022
Unrecognisable,
Yet so familiar;
Those touches
On my soul,
Coming from space
Through your embrace,
Through that discovered look.

I run naked
In your eyes
To that endless ocean heart.
We made tamed fire
Through our conversation,
Through that ancient connection.
Ursula Wolf May 2020
In hollowing darkness
She opened my eyes,
Reached for me
In her cherry blossom;
She warmed me
With her bright rays;
In one kiss
Was washed by the rain.
Ursula Wolf Apr 2021
My soul blossomed in your affectionate eyes,
And those spring lips wintered my mind.
We flew as glittering birds around the sun at night,
Then it was full moon, the wolf came,
And ripped out my heart.
Ursula Wolf Oct 2022
I felt that unfamiliar pain,
which crawled from one corner of my soul to the other one.
It was screaming backwards my life and I tried to lean against those feelings,
but their abusive manner ***** my efforts.
Ursula Wolf Oct 2020
Your soul smells like rose
And made the world around me
Taste like a botanical garden;
Ursula Wolf Dec 2020
I was screaming my feelings
Between
The mountains of your heart;
But not even an echo
Found the way back.
Ursula Wolf Jan 2023
There were angels in the street,
Standing by the dead cat.
One was grieving
And the other raised its head,
The red sky opened,
And the faceless angels
Left with the cat.
I stayed there, in-between
Death and rebirth on my hand.
Ursula Wolf Oct 2022
I am a lost poem,
The kind which never got the fame.
I am sitting in the drawer,
And sometimes she comes,
Lifting up my letters to her heart.
Those running tears, shaking hand
Understand my feelings.
But that sudden overwhelm of Hers,
Sends me back
To that small corner of life.
Ursula Wolf May 2021
I ran to the ocean with my naked skin
And its waves took me to the stars,
Where I met the moon.
It shone through my organs,
Then the water threw me into the sand,
And my body took the form of a rock.
My soul flew into the forest,
A deer came, took a scent; and
It took my spirit to Mother Nature.
Next page