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I think I'll come up with another verse, but what kind... here, something like this would be appropriate:)
Daughter of Love. From these places – where there is no tan And in general, with what has tanned, Slightly from a wine-induced haze I saw the body in admiration.
Now the whiteness of the breasts played, Now the shoulders shone with bronze, And the thirst for passion flared up, Thoughts wandered, words froze.
A magical moment, we talked With our lips, and with our hands. I drank the sweet solutions of poison And was above the clouds because of them.
How perfect are your forms. Supple, young, beautiful. I am like a boat in a storm, Give me more strength, God…
I so wanted, in a surge of passion, That the night would never end. Because you are a dream, a gift of happiness The beautiful daughter of Aphrodite!!! July 1998.
A New World A new world is new to some, For others, it is different. More precisely, it is the afterlife, With a farewell to rest. Yes, it's no joke To go to a new world. The soul to heaven, the body to the earth, For people, a funeral feast. And it doesn't matter who he was The deceased person. He is gone, they have sung his requiem, He lived his life to the fullest.
Added 19 minutes later To be, or not to be Tell me, to be, or not to be, To say or to give up on everything. To dream, to hope, and to believe, To cherish love in your dreams, Or maybe to love sincerely. And not to ask for anything from life. To hold close and gently say, About how we will live together And how to solve the problem. Perhaps, to forgive trivial things. To trust your love, Only together can you measure fate. Yes, feelings create excitement A lot of patience is needed To keep the heartbeat When a single touch of yours Brings the body into trembling And if you don't say it, I won't be a poet in my soul. And it won't work to forgive Myself for living alone. But life is a nylon thread It cannot be broken or changed. All that remains is to close your eyes Burn the dream and cool down with it
Here's a funny poem that my friend wrote for me :) He encoded my first and last name in it :) It was nice.
Krab, ruler of the seabed, Overlord and king of seashells Rose-transparent morning Often visited his friends.
Laid countless compliments Elaborated and boasted... Very suddenly, from the seabed Albatross grabbed him.)))
Three times he cursed that meeting Albatross - son of the sky and the sea! The darkness and light mixed together Yearning, pain intertwined with sorrow!
A news of great importance: Albatross is weaker than a crab!!!
Если тебе не везёт в жизни, - играй в какую-нибудь другую игру:rolleyes: Лидер клана "Из многих единое" Приключения – это сплошные неприятности, только про них почему-то потом интересно вспоминать...
Clench your palm, touch your face— Now you are my angel, now you are all mine, I chose the path of love, I chose the path without evil, And you, forgive me for betraying you, I remembered the day when I left, I was looking for love, but I didn't find it, I wanted to forget, forget about everything, About how it wasn't easy for us, But I understood everything, that moment came, A loud cry echoed in my heart, And I came, saying "I love you" I will give it to you again, Just believe, winter will pass, We will be together as before, We will resurrect happiness from the ashes, We will forget everything and forgive everything, So be mine, come back to me, Let me drown in your warmth, To hug you, to fall asleep with you, To breathe in your sweet scent, And remember that day in December, When I pressed you to me, When I touched your lips, And the even beat of my heart froze, Because it's never too late to love, To believe in us and forget everything, Understand me, I still love you, I will always understand and won't let you go...
27.11.2007 To the one who fills my life with meaning, Who illuminates it with her unearthly beauty and Revives my heart...
To my Dasha...
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When your brain melts during a lecture, When even practice becomes repulsive, When, tired of writing, you can't lift your hands, Then you'll understand how much more pleasant it is in the army. You'll realize that you don't need university You, a simple guy from Russia Go to the army, they'll understand you there. Serve, as they served in the old days. It doesn't matter that it will ruin your kidneys, And your liver will never stop hurting, That they'll pour buckets of dirt on you And that you'll get injured during training. But you'll make it to your discharge, believe me And you won't need anything more. You'll close the door of your native barracks behind you And say: "I love you, you bastards!"
Tell me, where is everyone running, Why do people lie to one another, Is it a polite conversation flowing, Or is a seasoned thief fleeing the zone?
Around is only vanity of vanities. Here is a portrait of the real: A wig has replaced the hairstyle, It is lacquered and pinned in place,
Grace of manners – a template, And a pendant has replaced the talisman, The principle of morale – codes of norms, Delicacies – animal feed.
And why does the whole white world, Not knowing the answer to the question, Plow through time head-on, Implementing its principle with a drill?
What did Mother Earth deserve To have an offspring like me? Why, you ask, this poem, So that the voice of reason does not fade,
So that you would hear and he would hear, That there is something in the world not a template, To get used to thinking with the head, So that the brain rules, and not the tongue.
Added after 1 minute You are far away, your lands are - One continuous flat land, But I am a child of hills and mountains, I go against the grain everywhere.
And so it happened in this fate, Or perhaps a life lesson. What am I writing about? That's not the point. My path has crossed with yours.
Well then, introduction: "Hello everyone!" A sweet smile in response. I try to make some kind of joke, But I only managed to be sharp.
I might offend, no need for a stop! For is there time to gallop away? Let's skip the set of trifles, And direct our general gaze to the essence.
Merriment, evening, bliss, The introduction must continue. I and you dance side by side, This is how dreams come true.
We carry on some kind of conversation, I'm spouting some childish nonsense! That's enough, only I and you, Away with all masks and pretenses.
And right then the sharpness of angles - A clash of phrases, awkward words. A trifle of resentment, a glint in the eyes, The sneer of hissing on the lips.
We are very different, take note And before you speak, read, Remember, do not forget: "Only the one who goes can master the path"
I took a step, and you another, How heavy they are sometimes. But I am ready to go forward, Maybe, just maybe, I'll be lucky.
And after ten, twenty years We will say together: "Hello everyone!"
Added after 1 minute Oh, how sweet that dream was, As if a song in unison, As if two merged into one, But this poem is not about that. I did not believe in this happiness, Did not believe that you were all mine. And yet, headfirst into the abyss, Caress me, now I am yours. But the moment of happiness is shorter than all. I hear the laughter of fate's villainess. Fear and pain on the horizon, Why all this for me, allow me to ask. Well why? What am I paying for? I don't want to live like this anymore. Maybe it had to be this way, Hardening for future fights! But there is no strength – emptiness. And thoughts, like vanity, Swirl as a Hive in the head And as luck would have it, all about you. I try to understand something in them, To make the right decision One, another, everything is not it. Ah... I'll hide my heart under a coat. In winter you can't see anyway How it is suffocating. And who needs it anyway. Only problems come from it. For I lived before and will live, Serving my fatherland and myself. This pain will pass, I know, But how the salt stings in the wound. Enough of playing the victim, And shedding tears for nothing. I did everything wrong again myself, Life doesn't teach you, you idiot. Now endure and break the shackles, And remember for the future: THERE IS NO LOVE. You love someone, or someone loves you, But that is certainly not out of love. So value who you are, And remember that honor is above all. Value everything that is around, And the most valuable thing in life is a friend.
Added after 1 minute Conscience is torn to pieces Again they squeeze me in a vice Again I stand in the corner Remembering my life How I lived, what I didn't manage, How much I took and what I endured You lie, you pest, you won't get it In vain you push forward with a brazen grin If you won't turn back, then well, Here is a gift for you – a knife. Why do you take it so timidly? Are you waiting for a sequel or something? That's all, the movie is over Further for me is prison And for you peace in the ground Or floating under water Maybe enough of attacking? I don't want to sleep on the bunks. However, the choice is yours Although of course it's not simple
Added after 32 seconds We have all gathered today At a general festive table To talk about how life is, About what was, and what comes after.
To see friends and girlfriends, To share the merriment with them, To make the circle of communication tighter, To drink a glass of sparkling wine.
Friends, I want to wish you That your life's path be bright, That you are not afraid to step forward And that there is someone to step with
And having reached one goal, You always see another. Now I'll suggest one to you, Let's drink, and to the bottom.
Added after 1 minute Outside the window a dome of snow covered with silence The world that previously suffered from vanity and fuss Only I, as before, am in total vanity Still trying to find the skeleton key to you
I've gone through everything I knew and tried everything But your indifferent heart remains silent Maybe it's worth covering my heart with snow too And letting you go, slowing down the eager haste
Admiring snowflakes night and day, So that lights out is late at night and wake up is early So that all dreams are colorful and full of happiness So that the days are golden and the wave is fresh
But here's the trouble, there's no strength to let go I cannot, I do not want to forget everything that was So everything is as before, like a needle in the heart Amor's arrow strikes lonely and painfully
Everything will pass, I know for sure, spring will bloom again Only she remains, as faithful as before. There will be new arrows and maybe then I'll find the one who is with me forever.
A short play about good and evil. Rain. The edge of the forest. A cemetery and a small church are visible nearby. A man stands and cries. Feathers are scattered around him.
-“I am a fallen angel. I am trampled. I threw myself down to earth. My sentence has already been whispered. Now all that remains is death.
But I will not give up! To spite the heavens, I will not become an inhabitant of the graveyard. I will learn the human craft. Being a human is very simple.”
A peasant walks by, sees the crying man, and speaks to him.
-“Ha-ha! You, who have lost your greatness, Who soared in the heights, knowing no troubles, You are an angel in human form, Who knew nothing but victory.
You think you have lost everything. Rejected by the heavens and the Creator, You do not yet know the bitterness of human life, And you do not consider death to be the end.
Let me disillusion you, You naive child of Heaven. Being a human is often – Bearing a heavier cross.
Have you known Love, winged one? The excitement, the racing of the heart?” -“And you, as if you know something about it, horned one! I understand! You are not just a human!
It is pointless to argue with you, unclean one. You are just a snake, just a sweet poison, You bring only sorrow to people, And people are susceptible to temptation.”
-“Wake up, winged one! You are with me now! And I am only sobering you up and giving you hope. You consider yourself a spent arrow, But you have been thrown away like a gray stone… Eh, ignorant one.”
-“I will not join forces with the unclean! Have you forgotten How we clashed in that battle? Do you not remember that I killed you then?” -“Calm down, Angel, don’t be so hot-headed,
That was not me, but my brother. Now you cannot defeat me. Therefore, be with me! And I will be able to reward you for it.
Think about it, Angel, we are together… We will create a great amusement!” -“Horned one, are you in your right mind? I would rather perish in oblivion!”
A flash of lightning cuts through the sky and strikes the demon. He hisses and writhes, but escapes and hides in some hole. The clouds part, and the Angel is in a circle of sunlight. A quiet voice, almost a whisper, is heard: “You have passed the test, the fourth.” The feathers around the Angel rise into the air. A blue-green glow appears, and the Angel grows wings. After flapping them a few times, the angel soars into the sky. The demon sits in a rat hole, clutching a feather from the angel’s wing.
“Oh, how naive The messengers of Heaven are, and how strange… Let them be soaked in the rain, And scorched by lightning,
But the main thing is that I managed to get it. Now all that remains is one thing. To suggest the idea of flight to people. And my work will be done.
It is said that the idea of creating a flying machine was suggested to Leonardo da Vinci by demons, and he even made a deal with them. In those days, there was a belief that if an angel’s feather was placed in the hold of a ship, it would sail. The myth of a flying ship is found in many tribes. Did Leonardo succeed? No. Because the Heavens outsmarted the demon and, instead of an angel’s feather, he received a feather from a white eagle. Why did he need it? I don’t know. But the fourth one is doing well. He successfully passed the qualification and all charges were dropped against him. What charges? You will find out later… Well, sometime, when I’m not too lazy.
Your eyes drive me crazy
Pure light streams from them.
Your tear hits like a bullet.
There is no salvation from your tears.
You are as dear to me as a sister
I will never be able to forget you.
I am not afraid of the winds with you.
You say – I will run to hell.
I make it clear, though not always
In the world, you are the most precious to me
And I feel happiness in my soul when
I hear your cheerful laughter.
I am always happy to forgive you
Even if you burn me in the fire.
Perhaps, I am not your brother.
But you have become like a sister to me.
There are few people on earth
Whom I value as much as myself.
But you have long been among them.
Little one, I love you.
Perhaps I shouldn't be writing to you, I'm searching for a reason to meet. Because what's gone cannot be returned, You can't relive a past love. And something gnaws at me from within, As if it whispers to me: "erase Everything you remember about her." And memory is a sharp spear That stings more and more each day, Awakening the desire to be together. Damn, somehow everything is wrong And my head is a complete mess I'm lost, I can't bear it anymore. To run away, to leave, to fly away! To another city and country, And yet, I still need you I want to see your eyes again, Perhaps love still lives in them. Although, of course, this is nonsense, To seek a long-faded trace. There is no more "us," there is only you, And I am just a mistake, a fleeting joy of fate. And it seems that everything is there for happiness. But duty, care, truth, honor! And on top of that, love, Burning like hellfire in my blood. It seems that it would be easier to start life from scratch, All that's left is to forget you.
These are poems from different girls, so if you like them, feel free to take them!
My heart is obedient to only one love.
Earth and sky – all are nothing before her.
She looks at you – fire ignites in your blood,
Your tongue goes numb, freezing.
You cannot cope with love,
You cannot chain her with an iron chain,
And you cannot ward her off with a golden key,
And neither anger nor agreements are of use.
A glance shatters the soul into fragments,
And yet, cherish every fragment of love.
Two shores, like two wings, fly,
Two hearts suffer with a single longing...
***
When the love of two has united them,
Merging all thoughts and desires,
This force is unbreakable,
This impulse is irreversible.
Over the years, the feelings have not faded,
Let each be in their own form,
But, like two transparent drops,
Two hearts, similar in everything.
***
I beg you, for all my worries,
Give me one star,
Because I ask for so little,
Just one, and I will leave.
I will leave. I promise you.
And if you want, I will even swear
That at dawn, with a flock of birds,
I will rise high into the sky.
I will fly away, while I don't know
How I will walk, how I will breathe.
I only understand one thing:
I must not interfere with you.
I will take away the burden of your worries,
You will not meet me anywhere.
And the burden of sadness will be carried away
On the star you gave me.
It's a little sad, but please forgive me – it's practice, it's studying :(
PRAYER
I am punished by You, Lord, for I am a sinner. Not crucified in a screaming square, not hanged, not wandering with a bag and a staff, my legs, arms, and eyes are whole. But You know other ways to punish.
I am killed by the daily autumn, from which I have gone mad, I am punished by late love, hopeless, like winter. I accept Your judgment, Lord, with humility, not complaining. I have no pride left, do not forgive me, do not forgive…
A QUESTION TO MYSELF
Why did I take this burden upon myself? Why am I carrying this cross? I remember the bitterness of loss, and the weight of loss…
* * * * * * *
As we approach the last farm, our life turns into a clinic: the menu is on the computer screen, and a love affair is through a mobile phone :)
Here's a piece of truth for you. I'm no angel, no demon. I've taken on as much as I could And climbed as high as I could. I'm standing on someone, Trampling on their honor. And I'm singing loudly, Choosing where to sit. Someone is standing nearby, Someone is above me. The one who is above is silent, Pressing down with their heels, On my neck and chest. And a noose on my legs Prevents me from taking a breath. But this is me! I have more behind me, And I'm a little higher. My wallet seems thicker. Lucky guy! Everything is clear to me here. There is a goal, and there are means. There is the arrogance of energy, And there are ties of kinship. Everything is for the goal, forward! We are like a whirlpool of waves, A ray of hope leads Us to the peak of our dream. There is only one thing I don't understand: Always and everywhere I see dimly, but clearly. He stands aside! He doesn't participate in the race, He has nothing behind him, Except a cross, but it's thin. What will anyone give for him? In general, he's poor and only, And there is only sadness in his eyes. His eyelid trembles slightly And I heard: "It's a pity."
Tamara, these are very beautiful poems!!! Very banal... The rhymes are unusual. I especially liked "Prayer."
Thank you :p!!! But "Prayer" is not mine, but of a very good friend of mine; I try to take an example from him... and the rest was written by me during some depressive periods... here is something more cheerful...:)
Well, that's it. Things are bad. I'm swimming across Lethe... Erase the poems from your memory and throw away the broken diskette. Did I live in you? Rather, no. No matter what the memory screams, press, closing your eyes, RESET... The hard drive is clean. Start over. I'm swimming away without a trace, without looking back or crying, and the still water hides me silently in the fog. Charon is not waiting for me yet, and there is no need for Charon – I don't need his ferry, I __swim _________across ___________________Lethe.
Here is a poem, with letters and words, containing its essence, And no matter how hard you try to change it, you cannot bend it. The author carries in it the pain of a wounded heart For those who feel, for those who understand the meaning of life.
For others, it is just a set of words and phrases For those who are used to showing their feelings, Unfortunately, there are so many of them now, they have filled everything, They raise their hands to the sky, shouting: "You are mine!"
<> An inflamed mind cannot understand a simple thing It cannot understand that something given to everyone can belong only to one And only it can forever and firmly unite us all Bringing with it the salvation of the soul, and not worldly success
<> Although now I too find it difficult to understand The poem that I used to write from the heart And the thread of meaning slips away, like the murmur of a flowing stream. Please understand and appreciate, because I wrote it for you.<><>
A dull pain resides within me. It aches, thank God… Neither nicotine nor alcohol can ease it anymore.
For an unknown number of days it has possessed me, like a queen. I have grown accustomed to it, I have become one with it, with the dull pain somewhere on the left.
But at night, a cold sweat burns my body in longing and sadness: what if it simply passes and leaves me forever?
here is another poem by my friend::rolleyes:
He loved it, he dreamed of it, but someone lived with it, and someone just slept, who it would love, it decided for itself. In attempts not to approach, he went mad! He went mad…
But, having taken a drink, he acted like a thief – he stole it for a business conversation. And there, in full view of everyone, he sat next to it… Having something in mind, he looked at it! He looked at it…
He cherished this, and even forgot, that someone lived with it, that someone just slept, and with whom it would be friends – it decided for itself, that he needed to somehow survive and not go mad! And not go mad…
But the day ended, and night came, the daytime nonsense did not go away, and a mosquito disturbed his sleep, and in a half-dream he mistook his nightmarish dream for sleep! He mistook it for sleep…
And in the nightmare he drank, and he waited for something, although someone lived with it, and someone just slept, and with whom to go for a walk it decided for itself. He somehow stopped waiting… He somehow stopped waiting… He somehow stopped waiting…