Posts from Poems...

So, I decided to post something... Don't judge too harshly:smile43:. Actually, it's not a poem, but a song... Let's just say that when I wrote it (and that was a long time ago), I imagined it as a song, and I can even hum the melody... But I haven't gotten around to putting it on the guitar:o.

Only Money!!

1.You betrayed me,
Although you called yourself a friend,
Love and friendship mean nothing to you,
Just an empty sound.
The clinking of coins, the rustle of bills
Pleases your ear.
And the fire of life in your heart
Has long since gone out.

Chorus:
You don't need anyone,
You cursed your friends long ago,
You lost your love
And only waited for wealth.
But now wealth has come,
Wine flows like a river,
But because of your money
Dozens of lives have been lost!!

2.Every evening now
You go to a restaurant.
Your life has turned
Into a midnight deception.
You lost your friends
And there is no love anymore!
Because you can't buy it
With the clinking of coins!

Chorus.

3.You walk with a girlfriend,
But you don't realize
That she is attracted
Only by your wallet.
And "friends" come to visit,
But in case of trouble
They will abandon you,
Tucking their tails.

Chorus.

4.Your money is stained
With the blood of honest people.
You robbed and slaughtered them,
Like wild beasts.
Your mother and father
Have turned away from you.
And they predict
A terrible end for you soon.

Chorus.

5.You spat in everyone's soul,
But you will pay for it.
You will rot like a tramp,
Forgotten in the ground.
There will be no cross
On your grave.
And forgotten by everyone,
Your soul will fly to hell!!

Chorus.

That's all I have)) Don't be too harsh)):smile43:

2 Lu41k: Cool! +1 Question: Does this not relate to your personal life, or am I mistaken? And here is a poem for everyone to read, it is also worth reading: STAR Indifferent to omens, Do you remember that night, When among the stars, Burning with an even light, An early star appeared? Do you remember how it frightened you That this star among other stars Would either completely fade, Or burn brighter than them? So is love. It will also flare up, Then suddenly fade away... It is like that capricious star For us. I didn't know for a long time How planetary life flows One day, the secret of celestial bodies Was revealed to me by an old astronomer Looking at the blue dots, He said to me then: "Compare all these stars - loners, They burn without change... But yours, which appeared to the eye With sad signs of trouble, Is not alone... Two stars are walking nearby in the sky."

You are all amazing... :)) Many of you have an excellent sense of humor. I, however, don't seem to be very good at writing funny poems... I'll try to remember something old...

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Who are we looking for in this world?
And who, at this moment, is looking for us?
Much has been said about this,
And it will be repeated again and again...

For everyone is looking for someone,
Who will embellish reality and dreams,
Repeating a beautiful myth,
That Plato wrote long ago.

2 Ley
Thank you! :smile43:
Reply: It doesn't really relate to my life... It's just my reaction to what's happening. Maybe that's why it seems like it's from my personal life. Not at all. By the way, you're not the first one to think that.
Well, here's another one of my creations, which is also a song. It was written on October 30, 2003... I perfectly understand that I'm far from being a poet; the rhyme is lame, sometimes it's just missing, and in general... But at least there's a piece of my soul in it, a little sadness, love, despair... and...

Pain
A yellow leaf, as it flies away, falls on the wet ground.
The black sky, not hiding its tears, knocks on the window.
And in your eyes - it's night; nothing will warm them anymore,
And in your soul - there's emptiness. Only the heart is full of tears!
And despair bursts out, breaking through with tears.
Pressing your fists to your eyes, you can't hold it back.
Only a mad heart beats and tears itself apart,
And from this pain, you can't escape anywhere.
You returned from the war. You faced trouble head-on,
You outsmarted the bullet and the mine, returning home alive.
You fell in love with Her, and full of hope,
You plunged into love, passionately and with all your soul.
But you didn't know that love would be called trouble.
That dreams would collapse, leaving only pain in your soul.
And love will turn into a murderer, taking your heart with it,
Leaving nothing in return, causing only bitter pain.
And you look out the window, seeing nothing ahead.
And in your eyes, a sea of tears spreads from the bitterness.
You still live, hating this life with all your soul,
You look bitterly into the distance, and in the distance, there is only black night.
But everything in the world can't be so painful and bitter.
And someday, the pain will slowly leave your heart.
You will wake up one day, look out the same window.
And through the clouds, the sun will rise again to meet you.
And with its rays, the sun will warm you again,
Filling the emptiness in your soul with warmth and love.
And your cooled heart, it will warm it again.
You will love again, come alive, and believe in a dream!

I didn't change anything... Yes, if I worked on it, it would turn out more beautiful, but the soul would be gone... And that's more important to me...
I don't know why I'm posting it; I'll probably regret it in the morning, but I'll still take the risk. Maybe someone will see something in this song that is personally meaningful to them... Then it won't be in vain... :smile43:

to Lu41k: Here's some criticism :D: The beginning seems a bit too dull, but by the middle, it picks up, and there's a sense of hope, and then suddenly it's gone again! Why do you do that? But personally, the ending really touched my soul, as you would say; without it, it wouldn't make sense – it reflects your mood at that time, which is great! Now it's my turn :): "Ignore everything and take care of your health!" I sometimes hear behind my back From those whose veins contain Fish blood Mixed with stagnant water "Ignore everything..." And that means, if People die in a stormy night, You just wave your hand and Drink tea in your chair Yes, be silent like a mouse. If, in a gloomy stairwell, A knife is held to a friend's heart, You, like a coward, Fearing the bandits' revenge, Run away, Just don't touch me. You will hardly be able to justify That false principle, Such traitors betrayed their homeland – They raised their hands high from afar. And when the people, for freedom, Bleed at the fiery line, These Precious health They preserved in undergrounds, Like moles. And now, their young descendant Teaches us, holding himself like an eagle. "Ignore everything..." Oh, how I want to spit At this Contented cat!

DRAGON :smile24:
He was a stumbling block for enemies
Opponents, often suffering defeat,
Cursed him before and during the battle.
In battle, he is unsurpassed and as powerful as a god,
The earth trembled under the weight of his feet.
Just one of his breaths is enough,
Only embers remain, where there was a settlement.
And his appearance inspires horror in the crowds,
And if he looks, everyone immediately runs away.
And a wave of his tail or a couple of blows,
Sends out a wave of eleven points.
He doesn't weigh a ton, or two, or three,
His weight is enormous, but, damn it,
He spread one wing, and then the other,
He was very tired of participating in the battle.
And with great effort, he pushed off with his foot,
And in a moment, he was above the mortal earth.
He hovered above the ground as Da Vinci dreamed
Da Vinci is history, but dragons exist now.
He waved his wing without straining,
He conserved his strength even as he rose into the sky.
He was not burdened by arrows under his skin,
Nor by scars and wounds from pitchforks and knives,
What worried him was not even the battle,
He fought, he got tired, and he decided to go home.

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And this is one of my favorites:)
LEADER
Night, darkness, and not a soul around,
Only the rustling of leaves is heard in the silence.
From the depths of the most wretched swamps,
We hear the wolf singing his song.
And he remembers how he was a leader,
How he fought with enemies with claw and fang,
How he slaughtered cows and stole lambs,
How bullets whistled when he ran away.
He was a leader, and the pack valued him,
But the years passed, and with them, his strength.
The wolf grew old, weakened, and emaciated,
In the swamps, he was probably looking for death.
He walked with a limp towards the cemetery of ancestors,
So that his body would not lie in a pile of carrion,
He longed to remain as he was now,
And not to rot and rest in the mud.
And the body calmly drifted to the bottom,
And he just froze, howling at the moon.
It swallowed him, but the lunar grin
Will remind others how the leader died.
:smile34:

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Written after reading the series of books by M. Moorcock "The Saga of the Eternal Warrior"

The silken fabric of space
Is covered with the patina of time.
We occupy only a facet
Of its thousand sides,
Like spiders, we weave it
From thoughts, dreams, and deeds.
And everyone has contributed something,
And woven it in as best they could.
The threads are of different lengths.
Each has its own destiny.
Someone it led to death,
But he wanted to live.
And someone cannot find
His own peace.
Death is just a hand's reach away,
But he will not give up his life.

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Griffin and Pegasus
Let's circle together
And bathe in the azure.
It's great to live in the sky.
I want to stay there.
I want to go into the clouds,
Dive in, and get lost,
So that you can only find me,
And stay with you.
Never forget
These simple moments.
In my thoughts, only nonsense-
This is all inspiration :)

Try to appreciate this piece; it's a bit creepy, but for some reason, I really like it: During the Full Moon... "Moonlight streams over the sleeping garden, beyond the river – misty fields. There, something flickered – a bat or a bird? Open the window, let me in." "Who are you, guest? In the midnight hour, why do you seek shelter here? You are shrouded in icy shadows, and your eyes, like coals, burn me." "Don't you recognize me? You once swore your love to me, you once embraced me! The solidity of the Earth could not hold me on the night of the Moon's rebirth." "Why did you leave the grave? Why haven't you found peace? Lord, save me from the Dark Power! Mother of God, stay with me!" "It's useless to scare me with a cross, it's useless to call God here! You don't know the cold of the grave, there is no God, there is only emptiness beyond the grave. But listen, I will reveal to you how it is possible to avoid death – only two can be immortal, if they are bound by Love, which only one can resurrect! Are you still afraid of me?" - "But what if our path leads to Hell?" - "You will return from there with me, the fires there do not burn for the Living!" - "What will people do if they find out?.." - "Then stakes and a bonfire await us, but Love revives from the ashes those who live only by it!" "So, what do you say?" - "I agree. God. My throat. This pain." - "And as long as the Moon doesn't fade above us, you will be immortal and beautiful, a faithful wife to the dead!"

Maybe someone will like it... "Suicide" 1. I firmly lock the door with a key.
I press the gun tighter to my temple,
I gently lower my finger on the trigger.
I'm not crazy, but I can't live like this anymore.
2. Before death, I remember my life.
But something has clouded my mind.
I've forgotten everything, and I call for death more strongly,
But something prevents it from coming for me.

Chorus:
I beg you, come,
I'm tired of living!
I have nowhere to go,
I have no one to love!
My age is already great,
I haven't had any children,
I have no relatives,
I have no friends!

3. I forcefully lower my finger on the trigger,
I feel a fleeting pain,
Then a sharp bullet pierces my temple,
Taking the fading life away with it.
4. Forgive me, oh God, forgive me!
Death didn't come to me, but I found it.
And now my soul must go to judgment.
God, forgive me for coming to you myself.

Chorus:
Now judge me:
Why did I have to live?!
Because there's nowhere to go!
Because there's no one to love!
My age is already great,
I haven't had any children.
And there were no relatives,
And there were no friends!
Why live then...?

I don't know about you, but it makes me happy... Judge for yourself: A mercenary soldier. You're tired of killing for other people's children, risking your life and shooting, having nothing, but now you have other tasks: you decided to enlist as a mercenary. Watching everyone through the scope of your rifle, you only hope for the luck of a soldier! You have a couple of boxes of ammunition behind you, and in your pocket, the last bullet and an icon! You stand at a crossroads, and Christ is on the cross. He took our sins and curses upon himself for us. By choosing war, you will multiply the losses. You don't love anyone, you don't believe anyone! You don't love anyone, you don't believe anyone... Again, someone is shouting about the greatness of Russia, and you are shedding blood and seeing violence. Great doubts torment your soul. No generation can live without war. Sometimes in the name of Christ, sometimes in the name of Allah, they kill, but a single fate awaits them. Someone's mother will cry over her dead son - this is also the job of a mercenary soldier! You stand at a crossroads, and Christ is on the cross. He took our sins and curses upon himself for us. By choosing war, you will multiply the losses. You don't love anyone, you don't believe anyone! But now you will love, now you will believe... You are afraid to fall asleep without seeing the dawn, and in your pocket, there is a piece of green paper... You sold your soul for it, without knowing fear, and you don't care about Christ or Allah. The zipper on your chest burst, and the icon fell out. And there are only two boxes of ammunition left. You are in the sights of another, but he is not shooting - he is also a soldier, but he believes and knows...! You stand at a crossroads, and Christ is on the cross. He took our sins and curses upon himself for us. By choosing war, you will multiply the losses. You don't love anyone, you don't believe anyone! But now you will love, now you will believe...

DREAMING ISN'T HARMFUL
We are born to make a fairy tale come true,
To become a star, once just dust,
To discover galaxies, planets,
To know the universe's holes and ditches,
To know and understand the essence of red shift,
The history of relic radiation,
The possibility of the origin of our life
In the water of a planet that has become our mother.
We are, in essence, descendants of some dust,
That was once charged with lightning.
Molecules of simple compounds,
Reactions from their mutual friction
Over hundreds of millions of years
Created the skeleton of life.
Admit it, everything started in a clumsy way.
We are not a child, but a small prank.
Life on the planet was miraculously born.
I can admit someone's grace from above.
It was just a mistake of nature,
Perhaps it wouldn't have made a difference,
But a person, born from dirt,
With all his being, began to strive for power.
Not receiving a worthy rebuff,
He squeezed the whole world with a steel hand of terror.
There are six billion people on the planet
And our number is growing exponentially.
Like a virus, we are infecting the planet,
But there is no other way out for us.
Let huge factories belch smoke,
We are still nothing without our mother nature.
Nature allows us to grow,
But only to a billion, then to ten billion.
As soon as we reach the top,
Life will run into its own problems.
Children knew about this in our time,
But this is a moment that no one expected.
We are delving into history with passion,
We live now, we dream about the future.
Dreaming is not harmful, it is harmful not to dream,
But you need to think, not just hope.

Ashen Light.

At the last horizon, where blackness reigns supreme,
A dream, like a beast, convulses and howls in solitude.
Its body, covered in spots of bleeding, festering wounds,
Twists like a cursed serpent, devouring its own form.

The symbol of death burns in the heights, scattering stars from the heavens.
And innocent souls march to a greedy pyre to perish.

Sometimes, in the dust-covered wasteland, amidst the cawing of ravens,
Like a mournful echo of summer, the lament of a frozen nightingale sounds.
And dying like a withered leaf, falling onto the white snow,
It scatters in black flakes, the primordial, great sin.

And in the despair of this eternity, scattering stars from the heavens,
A hail of steel falls to earth, a Christian, bloody cross.
Subjugating the green grasses and fragrant flowers of the earth,
Clad in the robes of monasticism, for more than a thousand terrible ages.

It brings with it eternal doom to all who fall under the shadow of emptiness,
Making sacred feelings a sin, staining the face of earthly beauty.
Distributing pain and sorrow everywhere, falling like a playing bird,
Onto the grass, where fireweed blooms, where once there was good life.

Whoever listened to Him is saved, whoever believed in Him is a saint,
But why do their souls not find peace in the heavens?

Another untitled one :)

A waltz is playing. Couples dance.
Their movements fluid, light, and glance.
A moth circles old dresses' lace,
Dust falls from a hand's embrace...

From the first strike, they rose anew,
Their own graves dug, they broke through,
And in the ancient Castle played
The lights that had long since decayed.

The second strike. The wardrobes open wide.
Dust does not lie in a layer, deep inside,
But swirls in the air. And the retinue hies
After its king, as the dead arise.

After the third, many strikes follow fast.
The ball opens. The dice are cast.
Couples rattle bones in a waltz-dance flare,
Whirling in the fire's glare.

The twelfth strike of the clock's bell.
The ball is over! The party fell!
Without a word, to dust they turn.
And the hall sinks into the dark's urn...

Regards, Draco

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And perhaps a couple more - about the SW I respect (especially episodes 4, 5, 6!) :)

Stylish Orange Sword.

As a sword is to the hungry,
As a yoke is to the pilot,
A stylish orange sword
Became my faithful companion.

In the hour of star wars and slaughters,
When trouble weighs on the heart,
A stylish orange sword,
Always there with me!

Though I have never seen
The dawn on Yavin,
And didn't see the fire myself
On the Death Star,
But I know for sure – on earth
The brightest light is –
The light that gives to all
A stylish sword – my sword!

If in this world you find
It's impossible to live without problems,
If in your soul you are a Jedi,
Then you and I are friends.

In the hour of stellar battles and slaughters
Do not surrender to fate –
Take my orange sword,
Let it help you.

And another one:

Conversation on Endor.

- Oh, Luke, look, what clones!
Helmet, at least sew some ties on it!
Oh, Luke, where are their shoulder straps?
And their mouths, look, right to their ears!

And that one looks – no, really, Luke! –
Like that one over there! Probably a glitch.
No, look, some kind of pack!
I'm telling the truth, Luke!

- Listen, Leia, don't touch the clone!
The Sith knows what's in his bag –
The Alliance will explode with damage,
And we'll be turned into chopped pâté!

Instead of chatting – why don't you take Han,
Check the guards with him,
And see if everything is going according to plan...
Some kind of movements – strange!

- Oh, Han, look, what chickens!
The size of a high-rise house –
Standing right on our street –
And the clones are running in circles!

But as for us, such machines
We don't have here, C-3PO – just one!
What to do with him,
My master?

- C-3PO is of little use to us,
But on the other hand, there's no harm from him,
But these AT-STs will ruin the plan,
And a bulletproof vest won't save us!

You'd better be quiet, Leia!
Otherwise the clones will notice us
And won't meet us with a beautiful cake,
But will hit us with a lethal laser!

- Oh, Luke, look, terrible monsters!
No, I swear, I'm going to scream,
And who is that in the pretty shoes?
Han, I want some just like those!

At the end of the block, dear Han,
Whip some like those up for me!
Now, leave me alone, leave me alone again!
It's hurtful, Han!

- Now you, Leia, should just be quiet,
The quarterly bonus is gone!
Who wrote complaints to the service?
Not you, but I read them.

Besides, Leia, those shoes
Will never be ours
Now the imperials will notice us
And hit us with a lethal laser!

- Oh, Han, I think I'm dying from blasters!
Look where you fired, you rogue!
If only we had more Jedi Masters –
No one would have hit me!

But we only have one Luke
Against big steel machines
Someone shot me,
It seems we will not win!

- You're asking for rudeness, Leia.
Instead of keeping your mouth shut.
Now you'll get shot for a lifetime,
While your dear home awaits somewhere.

I want so much to get home,
To live peacefully for a year or two,
Not quarreling with my fate
And not communicating, Sith, with you!

And finally:

CONVERSATION

(Palpatine)
- Tell me, Vader, it is not for nothing
That Alderaan was shattered by a strike,
And Leia was given to torture?
Why do we need combat clashes,
When we can destroy any planets
Whatever they be! Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha!
We will strike from afar!

(Vader)
- Yes, Master, in our time
We will exterminate any tribe,
Even the greatest heroes!
Such is the fate of all planets –
We'll eat and chew them without salt,
Those who resist Your will.
You are the Emperor of kings!

(Palpatine)
- We advanced in silence for a long time,
We lost equipment in battles,
The clones grumbled on the ground:
"What about us? We're completely exhausted,
And the commanders have got us fed up...
We'd gladly sleep...
Let them stop thinking about evil!"

(Vader)
- With such a gun, sire, we have the will!
I alone will go out into the field with it
And blow up a great redoubt.
The rebels are on high alert –
They are preparing their guns,
They want to destroy the Empire,
But no – for I am right here!

The Star has plenty of energy,
And no matter how the Wookiee howls,
I will shatter the whole planet –
There will be no more happiness for them!
And we shall see the collapse of the Alliance!
And with this gun we will defend
Our Empire!

I'll end with SW! :)

Regards, Draco

PS: It's a pity that other people's poems cannot be (or can they?) commented on. Because some of them really make you want to :)

No need to beat around the bush; I really want to share a piece by Delphin, and the song is also called that; I personally really like it, but in any case, it's up to you to judge: His home is the ocean, his love is life, He doesn't envy the birds striving upwards. His gold is the sun, his pearl is the foam of the waves, And every day lived is like a rosy dream. And you can swim wherever you want, but who would call...? There is no one left of those who were waiting for him... His cry tears through the water of the dark depths, But no one will answer; he is the last dolphin... The ninth wave means nothing to him; It will smear him against the shore of ugly rocks, The body will be washed away by the wave and dragged to the bottom, What's the point of life if there is no one in it...? And the salt of his tears is taken away by the water, Of unseen drops, of love and kindness. You will never notice how the dolphin cries... If you are alone, then he is just one... Added 1 minute ago

P.S. It's a pity that you can't (or can?) comment on other people's poems. Because I really want to :)

Well, you can definitely give a short comment, but only if you post the poem ;)

just recently, something new...

I looked at other people's poems,
I scrolled through other people's songs,
On the paintings, other people's strokes -
Like fragments of involuntary flattery.
Outside the window, like something alien, the foliage
In an alien wind spins higher and higher,
With them, sadness - like an alien sister
Is in no hurry to return to her home...

And even I - am I really myself?
The keys click quietly,
On my cheek - a groove for a tear,
That tear - will not return...

Thoughts wander through the wet streets,
Am I here, or somewhere far away?
Dreams will remind me with a stale fog
That my sail has long been aground...
But I am here, and, like a rusty weight,
I swallow the scraping lump:
It will not happen that the one who was in the world
Even once alone, will become the same again...

another one, from today...

Where is the sunset over the crimson sea?
Where is the blade of blinding steel?
The waves no longer splash with sorrow,
Dreams have long ceased to stir...
Grayness stretches with faded paint
On the fence of dead roses,
A spiteful dwarf cowers in fear,
Tucking in its trembling tail...
The gloomy wind - mentioned everywhere,
Tears apart the secrets with a crimson shroud...
Dreams are gone - they can no longer be reached
Wolf-like weekdays and a bitter frost...
I would chase after them -
But I no longer have wings...
Everything has faded. I just wanted
Someone to be real...
Perhaps it's foolish, but I just wanted
To touch a dream, even a little...
It's not given. And I disappear again
On the road of real miles...

Everything is gone... But I remember the dragon
In the mirrors of reflected skies -
Echoes of possible miracles
Resonate with sweet pain...
Everything comes alive again and again
The depth of words, fantasies, and light -
Let the heart be ready for battle again,
As long as I remember the covenant of hope...