Cover: Teija Härmäaho,

My debut poetry collection, Perpetual Fire, is out now! 

Perpetual Fire is a passionate story of discovering your inner fire and understanding that even though muses and lovers fuel your flame; only you are responsible for your own blaze.

The collection is for those who are brave enough to love deeply, madly, and authentically – although love can throw you from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows, and sometimes even in a blink of an eye.

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The book consists of 30 poems. My poetry touches on love & intimacy, heartache & longing, nostalgia, toxic relationships and self-empowerment. 

I’m so proud of myself for writing a book in my second language. This was such a personal project for me, but the feedback I’ve received from the WordPress community encouraged me to put it out there for everyone to read. Thank you for your continuous support over the years.

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I take the blame,

I started this fire
but I come alive
when I imagine your shallow
almost desperate breath
on my mouth.

I may look harmless
from where you are standing,
but if you would dive
into my untamed waters
you would drown
in wild energy.

Peace is my power,
but there will always be
a part of me
longing for a muse
that will devour me
in one piece,
and spit me out

I take the blame,

I started this fire
but I live and love
for the sake of poetry,

and I come alive
when you speak to me
with that tone.

© Noora (2021)

Skin on skin
yet not close enough
Breathing you in
until you vanish
like mist
on forgotten valleys
where birds preach about
what-ifs and used-to-be’s,
where the crescent moon
reminds me of
how your hands loved me
before the dawn,
where a ghost choir
overplayed love songs,
where loneliness
embraces me


© Noora (07/2015)

walk with me
where the wildflowers bloom

Lie beside me
beneath the irresistible sky
point out the constellations
you wish to fly to
and I will take you there –
the star chart is printed
on your skin

I will trace my fingertips
across the beauty
I read like braille


at the loveliest places
in order to forget
the world
but never you

until the wildflowers begin to wither
in summer’s long farewell

walk with me
to where all our journeys end.