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Strumming the strings of his lyre
By the silver stream,
A poet sat, forgotten by the world,
Dreaming, grieving for the future.
In his soul – a struggle, turmoil,
But on his face lies the seal
Of tireless striving,
Of inexplicable decline,
That people, God, cannot understand.
He is above us. So much above,
That we did not see him.
He is on par, in a deep niche,
With any of the cursed gods.
We cannot understand his sorrow,
The depth of his soul.
We denied it for too long,
We didn't understand much…
And he is alone in the forest.

Is it fate that guides us through life, deciding what will happen? By depriving us of the freedom of choice, it leads us to death... Are we also slaves to it forever? Must we live only to die? Is it possible to deceive fate and change the course of events? To erase what is prescribed for us in the book of eternity, And carve something new, something closer to our spirit... Then will we escape our fate? And find the path to immortality and eternity? I did everything to change my fate, But death found me, and soon I will die... ---------------------------------------------------------- I look at you Like a mother looks at her child With tender longing in her heart, Tears freeze in my eyes. Your image is in my heart and soul. It inspired me with a wonderful dream, Where you, my beautiful one, Play among the flowers With waves of golden hair. And suddenly you saw me, I held my breath, So as not to scare away the vision. You began to approach cautiously, When there were only three steps left, She stopped for a moment. Her face, and especially her eyes. They resembled the stars of the sky, So beautiful and bright. Your modest smile Shone on me. You reached out your hand to me And I touched it with my lips. My eyes were blinded by love, A siren sings in my ears, And my heart beats differently. I soar into the heavens When emotions in a wave Lifted me up and carried me To a completely different dimension, Where there is a world of good and love, Where there is no death and no evil. And I would believe everything, But suddenly I woke up, And there is no you next to me again. ------------------------------------------------------------ You go forward, You go, and you don't want to know When this closed circle will end, When suddenly a force will be found That will suddenly be able To end you forever, When the beheaded corpse falls. Your corpse, your body, your soul. Your spirit will soar... But not upwards! But like a hundred-ton stone, it will rush down There, where there is eternal Gloom There, where it is dark, Where the king is Evil, Where immortal Darkness reigns. Where demons soar over a lake of lava, Where Light is only poison And death for the perished. You will be resurrected again, you will learn to be again A weapon of Darkness in this vast world. Again, your enemies will finish you off. For what time already? I don't remember! -------------------------------------------------------- (Written before the exam :) ) All life has passed, and there is no meaning, Fate turned its ass on me, My luck fell into the abyss. I look at myself in a shard of ice. And I see a distortion of the world. But what to do, how should I be? And I will not hear an answer, But only the sound of my heartbeat. So what should I torment myself with doubts? And I look down at my hands, And there lies my fate And a pistol offers it to me. In my hand, I burn the power, Cold and evil for the living, And I put the barrel in my mouth, I feel the taste of iron with my teeth. And tears roll down me, It's time to say goodbye to the world. Trigger, click, a moment And in a moment, life flies away, And a gram of lead will stop it... ----------------------------------------------------------- At the crossroads of four roads, In a village that God himself built. Say the name twice, And the sun, giving its warmth to everyone, Will illuminate the world where you live, And if you say it a third time You will summon a bird at that very moment... Flying through hell, through death, On the wings of the night, soaring in the sky, It will come to you And protect you from pain and loss, Just believe in it! Believing, turn your gaze to the south And whisper quietly, friend... Close your innocent eyes And a salty tear will roll down, Then you will hear the quiet sound of rain... Sadness and joy, pain and a cry, You will feel it at that moment... Sadness is the grief that it carries... And joy is what everyone is waiting for... And the pain of loss, and the cry of the soul, You will feel all this in it... Hear what I hear And only then will you understand me... ---------------------------------------------------- How to act in life today? What does honor, obedience, and freedom mean? I can drink and smoke the first one away. Yes, the world is cruel, and I am cruel. Honor has become a myth for the people, Because the rabble has grown up in a pigsty. And they shot an intellectual, mocking and killing, Only a stream of people remained, Like robots walking everywhere. And the world turned upside down, shedding a lonely tear. Some are nobles, the rest are just slaves. And they rule us as they please. What does your life mean, I will answer you It is worth no more than the shards of an egg, You are just a tool for the work of sirs and nobles. But people could understand everything, And they lived in fear and humiliation. But sometimes, in the course of centuries, people were born, Who swim among treacherous seas, Laughing at the storms of death. And as always, they were not given life. They were poisoned, killed, burned on bonfires, But they remained alive after dying, As long as people remember them. They fought for freedom, Which is now easy to say, But our ancestors died And they only whispered this word. And what my fathers and ancestors gave me, I will take it with me into eternity And I will choose death now, While I am still standing on my feet And I will spit in the face of obedience.

The poem isn't mine, but here it is: Its size can be deceiving, Especially when it's just lying there, asleep: Though small, it's quite appealing, With its glorious appearance to keep. But as soon as you touch it with your fingers, It quickly wakes up and starts to strive, And in an instant, you'll feel How powerful and grand it can thrive. It's a slave to boundless fantasies, With it, you'll lose yourself in ecstasy, Just seek inspiration, And it will grant you pleasure, certainly. When it's near, within reach, You don't need anyone else, I beseech. And it habitually awaits your touch, With it, it's very hard to do without much. It gives you a subtle sign, That in a moment, it's ready to shine. Touching it lovingly with your fingers, You can have endless fun, it lingers. And to the movement of your hands, It reacts so fervently, it expands. It's like a living, cherished friend, And without it, you feel quite despondent. But sometimes, there are days, When it freezes: so suddenly, in a haze, Alas! There are no single recipes, You'll have to treat it in stages, with ease. Three fingers here don't help, And your tongue can't cope, it's a jolt, Others get angry and scold, (I've heard it so many times: about their mother, bold). But it's helplessly trusting, It hopes so much for you, it's adjusting! And you can't be angry with it anymore, And it's happened so many times before... It will open a new world to you, Of earthly and unearthly desires, it's true. It's like a god, it's your idol, A source of happiness and woe, it's vital. I could dedicate many more good lines to it, But let's not follow the example Of others... Let's know moderation, admit. I love you, my faithful friend, My old, good laptop, until the end!

Not mine, but it fits the theme, and it's a really cool piece. The author is Gorshok (you guessed it, the one from КиШ):

I know the secret of the magical egg
In the cold, dark tomb of the dead
It lies on the stone floor in the corner,
A living dead man silently guards it.
He is a terrible spirit and does not like guests,
He sits on a pile of human bones
In the darkness, he occasionally hiccups because
He eats worms that fall out of him.
The egg is about the size of a fist,
But it contains the power of hellish life:
As long as it is destined to lie in the tomb -
Corpses will come to life within a mile.
Under no circumstances should the egg be broken!
Alas, the consequences could be bad!
I will not be able to stop the raging people -
They will all want to kill each other.
A terrible darkness of recklessness will cover their minds,
And from now on, everyone will be an enemy to everyone.
And if a warrior were lucky enough to win a battle against the dead,
Then I would find a place to hide this evil.
I am not allowed to take a wrong step,
I have a responsibility, because I am a GREAT MAGE

I am a physicist and a lyricist, I am a clever fool. A cheap satirist, And my own worst enemy. I see what I see, And what I don't want to - I'll forget, I'll downplay, And I'll fly forward!

The Path of Light
A bright light from behind the gray house
Illuminated the endless expanse.
I left, abandoning the familiar world,
Under the boundless celestial dome.
A ray of sunlight will show me the way,
The path to the very edge of the Earth.
I will pray to God one last time
And disappear into the dust of the road.
A path for light through gray shadows.
A path to dawn, departing at sunset.
A path through hundreds of deceptions, doubts,
So that the song can be sung again.
Not believing that God was crucified.
I will walk the endless path of light.

DREAM OVER THE ABYSS


I lie, curled up in a ball,
My soul gazes at the world, motionless.
As on a volcano and on an iceberg.
Under the shade of a forest, beyond which lies a sandstorm.
A dream over the abyss, over the chasm,
Which has no bottom.
I turn over and pull my hand away.
Hundreds of thin needles pierce it.
Each has a drop of poison at its tip.

TREE

Rays of light in the green water,
the gray back of the treetop.
Here, the palms of the forest spirits
willow branches bend towards the water.
A crossing. A fallen willow trunk.
Fallen – and still alive.
The will to live?...

They widened the road. Trees
were uprooted
and laid along the sides,
like the corpses of fallen soldiers.
The leaves turn brown,
like dried blood.
Dead branches-hands
reach for the sky...
A soul?...

Let's say goodbye.
Let's mourn.

Unfortunately, for some reason, all my poems are in Ukrainian:(:)
The first "tryout," so to speak

Life is an exam. Yes, my dear friend!
And each of us, though we may not know it,
( Or sometimes — deliberately forget )
Pulls the plow of sadness and sorrows.

But death is no way out, for life too,
Prepares more than just bitter exams for us.
The bitter and sweet taste — that is the taste of existence,
Which will charm you to the world time and again.

Life grants peace only to him
Who surrendered; who is not ready to fight for it.
While others move forward — toward the future

Overcoming both pain and fatigue…
Whoever decided — not to be conquered until death,
Not to mutilate the treasure of their life!

Here are a couple more of my poems.
The time of autumn rains.
The gray clouds enveloped the sky, The days are no brighter than the nights. I believe that I will learn to wait In the time of autumn rains. The time of rains is the time of fog. The world has fallen asleep under the fog. I cannot break free from this trap. I am waiting for spring. Cold winds torment the earth. The cold fire fades. I struggled through the last few meters As if on an invisible horse. The sun will say to me: "You are brave, you have waited. You have survived. You are stronger. You fought for a long time and endured The time of autumn rains."
The Little Bell
The little bell rang in the morning, Chasing away the night's nightmares. Without it, I will soon die, Young or perhaps old. The clear chime awakened me from sleep. But where is it ringing – is it in a dream? In the quiet chime, I hear the truth. The truth that I have not yet forgotten... I woke up, and the wonderful chime disappeared. I open my eyes, and in them Is reflected an old law: The right path is to believe in love. This is the path for both friends and strangers... I woke up and see you.

I keep talking about the same thing:)
The poems are not mine, so all copyrights apply.
Author: Angela

Long stripes of light,
A sad landscape is kept by the dark night.
The moon floats silently behind it,
The sea rages and drives them away.

An endless battle, a blind struggle,
The dark night stirs the times.
A long, long, evil fate
Will save the whole world or destroy it all.

Storm and thunder - this is a challenge to the ages,
A challenge to the ages and the war of past years.
A quiet ship sailed to the shores,
But the ship doesn't care about the war...

Sad, melancholic, here stands a castle
Quiet, silent, under the cover of the moon
It doesn't move, forgotten by everyone,
It watches the approaching waves from the cliff.

Chaos. Nature. A pagan god.
Nearby, in the shadows, someone's fate awaits them.
Technology. Robots... Their eternal fate -
An endless battle, a blind struggle.

The city is silent, it has fallen asleep forever.
It burns quietly, breaking through the shadows...
An evil fate will stop the years.
Quietly, silently, the days pass...

The sea calms down and the storm will pass,
It will pass again, but it will be silent forever.
It will hide again, find a place,
It will quietly fall asleep under the cover of the night.

Years pass, centuries, ages...
The storm has passed, but the curse has not.
An endless battle, a blind struggle...
Here, between the centuries, lies the answer.

Author: Moon Sugar
Moon Sugar:
We are the heart of greedy shadows of black-black darkness
We are the echo of a ringing crown from the treasury we robbed
Our steps, your weak hearing fails to hear
At the sight of us, even a fearless one breathes convulsively

And again it's night and again we creep beside you
Through the streets of frightening shadows, hidden by courtyards
Through the alleys of quiet rustles and twilight dust
We avoid lanterns and places where we were almost caught

We have divided each district of our City into sectors
And controlling our sector, I and Fess, make it public
Now you know and you are afraid of us, the midnight servants in the shadows
We are the Thieves' Guild, today you will not pass by

Fess:
Well, fool, forget about the road to your favorite home after 12
I'm waiting for you, I'm ready, and I have been baptized in fire
My dark silhouette is like a lamp in a land of sadness
I hid behind the nearest corner for you, in the basement
In the thick shadows of giant arches and secluded passages
I prepared my dagger for the throats of lonely pedestrians

And here you are, you slowed down, you peer into the rustle of darkness
In vain, even standing, you will not hear the release of the bowstring
A moment... and the arrow pierced your grinning skull...
You quietly sink to your knees, I feel a thrill in my heart
Through the clouds, a scarlet moon shines, it helps me find
Greasy money and a ring... Now I just need to get away unnoticed...

Moon Sugar:
Fear... Fear has always shared bread with us
We don't play games, we breathe the night sky
The moon has driven mad those like us, opponents of the system
Now we are watering its stone walls with blood
Our clothes are black, we are the secret horror of cities
And again our path is now open, WE ARE THE THIEVES' GUILD (!)...

Author: xxThief

Fragments of wounds, remains of walls,
A dying hum of roaring metal.
And blood, flowing from torn veins,
Has long ceased to flow...

Now I hear the ringing cry of hysterics,
Streams of tears flowing from wet eyes.
How hard it is for me now to believe,
That a person is capable of such a thing.

Taken from the site darkfate.ru

Eternity
It was just a scare.
You threw down your sword and ran.
You didn't know where the circle breaks,
But you searched, searched, and searched.
Someone shouted: "He must be kept alive."
But you preferred death to captivity.
You ran, becoming an outcast to the world,
And in that endless flight, you found salvation.
Your father led troops to help.
You ran, forgetting everything.
The dream of salvation is far away,
Only a dream – to return to your home…
Centuries have passed over you.
Carefree days remain in the distance.
You hear a voice behind you:
"Take a step and you will know eternity."

So many brave lines, And beautiful phrases. But what good are they? Tears stream from the eyes. I cannot soothe the longing, I cannot forgive the sorrow. A pistol to the temple. What do I need a medal for? So many of them lie there, But I stand here. They would live and live, But death in battle. It would be better if I lay down myself And didn't see the pain, Of inconsolable mothers, Tears on their faces like salt. And what is the point now Of the insignia on my epaulettes? The pain of loss in my heart, I cannot unclench my fist. The squad is gone, I cannot bring them all back. Neither to sing in a parade, Nor to hear their laughter. Now, everyone, fall in, Here is my order. Too bad the ticket home Was a false promise. Sleep well, brothers, And have sweet dreams. How I wish I could join you And escape the war. Along life's path, a crossroad, A segment of fate is doomed. A break, a disruption, a pause. And again, an explosion and another battle. Victory and a universal feast. And tomorrow, again, to destroy the world. To shatter the era with a hammer, To mix the basements with the ceiling. To find a sprout in the ruins, To look and speak the truth. To build a new country, And then send everyone to the bottom. To see the essence and lose it, But you will never understand all this... To look and see that it is a dead end, But no, people don't hear the cry. I fell down, my crown was broken, I walk, I live, and I wait for the end. That moment when a hero will come With a huge gray mace. A blow, a blow, another blow! Here is his generous gift to us. He gave salvation from vanity, He destroyed false dreams. And after them, he took us away. But, listen, there is work to be done again. On the emptiness, a flower has sprouted. And our hero has come to it. He is building a new mess, Where is the floor now, and where is the attic?

My mind, a black spider, Crushed everything that was dear. Feelings have faded, and now All that remains is to endure the pain of loss. Only in my memory do I keep Those days when it was mine, Those days when I could love, Or maybe... maybe not! Forgive me for everything, forgive me. I destroyed everything so carelessly. Now the ruins of past years Give me a dim, pale light. I want to wish you Heavenly grace, To be loved, and to love in return. And maybe... maybe not! Be happy and joyful always, Even if not with me, but it doesn't matter. Give smiles like flowers, Of eternally living beauty. So that a series of troubles and misfortunes Never comes, And to survive all adversities, So maybe... maybe not... About what I couldn't write, I want to tell you when we meet. I want to give you flowers And carry you in my arms for life. But these are just dreams, And in them, only you and I. It's time to forget about them! Everything is possible. Maybe not... Forgive me for that sunset, It won't be among the losses. And forgive me for the dawn, We won't be able to experience them together. There will be no tears for happy days, Because they are only a dream for us. Trying to build without love Unfortunately, it doesn't work. Forgive me, I beg you, But I don't love, I don't love. Only coldness lives in my soul, And darkness of fog lies ahead. Outwardly, a "social beast" mask, But in my soul, only the pain of loss. I'm tired and want to rest, But I won't complain about fate. Forgive me for what didn't come true, For everything that had to be endured, For the tenderness of feelings that I didn't appreciate, For our little world that I destroyed. Believe me, it wasn't intentional, It's just that hope has died. The light at the end of the tunnel has gone out. But I won't give up, no! And no matter how many losses there are, There will be more rewards in life For everything that had to be endured, For what never came true