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I have said everything,
My dear lady, I have nothing more to say to you,
But why are you crying? Surely, it's not worth it!
Your tears are as changeable as the spring weather.
Come closer to me, I will cover you with a blanket.

It's September now, and you're only wearing a thin dress.
In this garden, it's so easy to catch a cold in the evening...
No, don't joke like that – my heart won't melt.
My heart doesn't know how to beat without yours.

Written in my student years :)

The twentieth century, the forties.
Shielding its wounded chest,
Unconquered Russia
Blocks the fascist's path.

And, having lost its sound mind,
The executioner senses the end,
And under its bloody heel
There are shootings, tortures, a child's cry…

On corpses upon corpses, looking at the sky,
And suddenly at the edge of the pit:
"Don't kill me, uncles!
And I'll sing you a song."

Trembling and stammering, directly
Above a pile of still-warm bodies
The child sings about a bunny
To the beast, over his sister and mother…

The eighties. The people
Glorified the country with their labor,
But year after year
The orphanage becomes increasingly full of sorrow.

Why is a four-year-old boy
Given the burden of
Bearing the great sorrow of the people
On his thin shoulders, not for fear, but for conscience?

He wakes up crying at night,
And the thread of understanding breaks:
"Don't give me back to my mother!
I'm afraid - my mother will beat me"...

Wake up, people - the children are crying!
Tell me, my great people -
The fascist is responsible for those children,
But who is responsible for the current orphans?

(V. Lebedev)

All sprouts were destroyed
By the oppressive heat and wind.
Scattered into dust across the earth,
What was reaped – you didn’t notice.

Sifting through your hand,
A handful of enchanted sand,
You only threw more wood into the fire
Of your ghostly dreams.

How many days did you seek freedom
In the prison of fears and grievances?
How many times did you wish to be
Humiliated and forgotten?

But in the despair of indifference,
Again, like thunder across the earth,
Past happiness spreads,
Shining like the sun in the darkness...

(since April, I think)

Tell me, traveler,
Who lived here hundreds of years ago,
For I see houses, churches, and here stands a majestic Castle!
The architecture is incomprehensible and frightening,
But I see in it greatness and power
That that mysterious people possess!
Oh warrior, step aside and don't disturb me,
For this land is cursed,
And he who knows its secrets,
Fears his own knowledge!
Well, tell me, traveler,
I want to know who lived here hundreds of years ago!
Alright, listen:
Once upon a time, an elven chieftain lived here,
And he had no shortage of strength or intelligence,
But he was deceived by a terrible servant,
The darkest warriors of the cursed kingdom!
And the great Agler bowed to darkness...
And that's not all,
Something even worse happened next!
But what could be worse
Than bowing to darkness?
A lot!
Now it's better for you to leave, warrior,
Now you are cursed,
Knowing their secret,
It's better to run home
He will come for you soon!
But who, oh great traveler, who?
The lord of darkness,
The lord of the Hive!
But what is his name, lord?
His name is Agler!
It will be easy for him to kill you!
That warrior from the story?
Of course, soldier!
Now run or rest in peace...

Added 18 minutes later
Damn, someone criticize or praise me, I'm curious what people think of these lines that came to me in the morning and, by the power of my pen, ended up here!

Poems by an unknown author. More and more often, I hear barking from the sky. It falls like a shower of stars. Dogs are entering paradise And searching for us there in vain. And, with their sensitive noses held high, They wander through the heavenly thickets, And they don't know why They can't find their masters. The dog god is not to blame. He barks with them, as best he can. They are innocent and know nothing of hell Because of their purity. And they will not take the last trace Of their inconsolable masters. But even there, where there is no suffering, They suffer for us, the sinners. I am not a saint. And I will be glad, Condemned to the ultimate punishment, To stand at the gates of paradise, Like at a dog kennel. And to whistle one last time, And, if I have the strength, to give a command, What is hell to me, what is death to me! Life without a dog is worse than hell.

The words you read,
They are always truthful and full of dreams.
I will fulfill them; I just need time.
I am so tired; I will go to sleep.

Only an hour passes, and I am still awake.
I will say now that you are my life,
A bucket of paint, probably watercolor,
The novel "Fiasco," I will fade into the shadows.

In the distant past, I became this,
And I haven't said more than three times,
I wish for a meeting, and you,
And you too, go there and fulfill your own dreams.

Added 2 minutes ago
___*Autumn*___
The moon is in the sky, the day is over,
The earth is full of color, I have arrived.
The leaves are falling, everyone is watching,
The night sky, a dark gaze,
Winter is so close, I said,
It's somehow rainy, the main one has risen,
The wind is fighting, it has fallen dead,
Nature is fading, life is taken.

___*Soon*___
Centuries pass on Earth,
Everyone's life is equal to fate,
Some are destined to live long ago,
For some, yesterday and tomorrow are far away.
And the people who live on Earth today,
It is hard for them; the countdown is going on for them.
For these hundred or more years,
Some will not even be born into this world.
Their mothers were cruelly killed,
With just one word, a place in Hell was reserved for them.
And on Judgment Day, they will know then,
Whom they could have, but did not give birth to.

A world from a dream

I don't see the line between good and evil; in my consciousness, there is only emptiness.
My world from a dream is only one, and I turn only to the picture.
A blade pierced through my ribs, and I died, not believing in the world.
I know it's just a dream, but it's as real as that picture, and what should I do if it turns into reality?
Standing over the abyss, I thought that the one who created man felt the same pain when his bad dream became part of the whole universe.

A blade lying on the ground
Covered in dew
Open for all to see
It has been almost everywhere
And where the Tsar Sultan ruled
Destroying the enemy's ranks
And where the Duke passed
It severed his head
And also was there
Where its master fell
It is inscribed with the tale
Of where that warrior with an axe was
And how, bringing fear and pain
It sank deeper into flesh
And how that fateful metal
Quickly ended a life
But it is not written about
That the fallen knight was in love...

What do you think? Please answer.

Update: The swordsman-axe has been replaced with a warrior with an axe.

Okay, but it could be improved by adjusting the sizes more precisely. Some lines are too long... And here's another thing:

Where was that swordsman with an axe?

What does that mean?

The wind blew,
The branches of the birch tree
Bent to the ground,
In the sky, a falcon
Flew by,
Spread its wings,
And as if sang a song:
There, where the mountains
Are filled with human bodies.
A warrior's heart
Beat, he didn't have time to love,
And that's why it hurts.

The falcon continued the song
About how free he is
There, where someone drove slaves,
With a whip, into bondage.

His beautiful voice
Resounded above the mountains
And he finished with
Where the heart beat
In vain,
As in torment
The warrior was dying,
In agony and pain
And how his last
Gaze was lost in captivity.

Please rate it.

There are no "Heroes" sadder in the world
than "Heroes" later than the 3rd installment...

If I were a sultan,
I would have elephants;
And sitting on it,
I would smoke a hookah to the bottom.
But here they crawled in,
the necromancers of Ashi,
So much trouble, and worries...
The gremlin in a mask is crying.
We really need,
a full dragon set,
and the tears of Ashi,
dug up at lunchtime.
Our Hafiz tore my robe,
into pieces.
Timkhan is drinking, and Magga Nura
is curling her hair...
Three idiots are a force,
no matter what you say.
But on the other hand,
Markel is waiting at the door =)
Not so bad,
to have a dragon set.
But very bad,
with the budget.
What should we do, archmages,
magic is needed here,
And Markel brought,
Koly from Pulkovo...
To the question, on such,
there is a simple answer -
If there is Zehir here,
we buy all the kefir =)
Not so bad,
that Markel lost,
but very bad,
that Kha-Belekh overslept)
Because it's very cool,
to have a dragon set,
and also as a backup -
Igg-Shailov's stiletto.

Kha-belekh, the dark messiah,
Did not fall under the demons' power,
He drew the blade in the name of Ash,
And rushed into battle.

Cast Fireball,
Teleport with Lucari,
Search for gold,
Raid the mine,
Gather an army,
And defeat your father.

Into the demons' citadel,
The messiah entered,
Drew his sword,
Moved forward,
But did not find his father.

He received a blow to the chest,
Deflected the next one,
Launched a Magic Arrow,
Replenished his mana,
Knocked down the demons,
Shed his blood,
And opened a portal to Shio...

Eleondor :smile54:

Looks like you didn't love me
And my friend doesn't get up anymore
All my strength has left me
And I'm not the same anymore

But deep down, there's still pity
For myself, for me
That only time was wasted
And everything was in vain. Ba-ba-ba.

Looks like you didn't love me
And I hoped, like a fool
Now I understand. And everything has cooled down.
And life goes on. Oh well.

Now my friend is my beer
It wasn't easy to get
Let them say that I'm some kind of loser
Now I'm growing a belly.