Posts from Spring Festival

You can write poems in languages other than Russian. I hope you will be honest and won't rush to Google a collection of Shakespeare's sonnets.

I will decide on my own whether to include light erotic content, but I will immediately reject explicit nudity and, especially, pornography. Shocking content such as hardcore BDSM and other gore is also not needed.

These are very strict limitations.

Everything is hardcore!

Judging by the description, it's all about softcore.

A hardcore softcore.

As for the poem, you can rework existing works – write parodies, take a small excerpt from somewhere, even combine lines from different poems, etc.

Oh... Since many seem to be having difficulties, I will slightly change the rules.
You can submit just one image. But those who submit a poem, even if it's just two poorly rhymed lines, will automatically receive three votes for their account.

I'm giving you another 24 hours to submit.

I already sent it, I’m a nice guy.

Yes, many people sent them, and they are all cute.

But I’m a dead cute girl, which means I’m unique.

I have all the pictures, but some people wanted to think about it/send in some poems. Please try to do it as quickly as possible.

I'll post it now. And that smart aleck who sent the GIF, better stay out of my sight for the next half hour.

[There should have been some flowery prose about beautiful couples and blah blah blah, but I'm too lazy, I'm behind schedule, so let's just look at what everyone sent in.]


Tonight, you are together again.
Tonight, everything is lifeless again.
Love, which burned like a flame,
Has decayed quietly underground.

And there is no grief of separation,
Nor joy of meetings,
Nor vain torments of jealousy,
Nor the scent of extinguished candles.

Now there is nothing for you,
Because you have forgotten the bad omen.
Everything that burned is long dead,
Whether you were together or not.


Ha-ha-ha, it was a trick!
There are no curses in plain text!
That phrase in Korean is - yo!
Are you wondering about the change in translation methods?


It seems like a week has passed
Since our breakup,
My heart has grown numb,
And my love is in the grave...
I suffered, I cried,
I prayed, I waited.
And my soul ached
Longing for you,
In one quick moment
Our magical world collapsed;
Everything seemed like a dream
Everything you could, you destroyed.






You have found a new home, and I will leave,
The wind of wanderlust beckons us to infinity,
To conquer the emptiness of the universe.
You will watch the sky carefree
And know that somewhere out there, I wander,
Protecting your threshold from evil.
And even though we are no longer a family,
And even though the road has led to oblivion,
I promised to love and remember you...
But I met an unknown force -
And the story came to an end,
I forgot you unintentionally, my dear.


Love is emptiness, vanity, and sadness.
Don't be sad, have a beer.
We are going to a blissful, distant place,
To the place where the river is wide.

Look how wonderful this February is,
Snow and wind are slightly freezing.
A whole world is in your palm, wrap your shawl,
The tavern keeper is preparing meat for us.

You preferred love, and I'm sincerely sorry,
The light of hope, the living flower,
Because love is emptiness, vanity, and sadness.
On our way... tavern keeper!... beer!...


Perhaps we don't always have everything smooth...
And I don't always want to live in this world...
But God sees - without my other half, I feel so bad...
And I don't want any other fate for myself...

I will kneel down and ask for forgiveness...
For what - I don't know, as always, for something trivial...
I will touch your beautiful lips, sweating with excitement...
Not thinking about what was in your mouth...




You will not escape
from your nightmare.
Love it.


To what shall I dedicate my life?
Shall I die in the service of the king?
I will make myself worthy,
And I will glorify chivalry in the world!
But Amadis, the fearless Gaul,
Perhaps, did not exist,
All novels lie, as one,
About Belyanis, about Palmerin.
What, then, do I believe in without a doubt?
That is Dulcinea, my life.
I am ready to shed my blood
In one hope, only to love!
I will not abandon my ideal,
Because I created it!
And even if the sorcerer, a wicked scoundrel,
Has enchanted you in the palace,
That magic will not defeat
The skill of a steel blade.
Griffin, dragon, unicorn,
I will throw all the monsters at her feet.
Saddle your horse, oh Sancho, faithful one,
We are going on a blessed journey!
I am ready to shed my blood
In one hope, only to love.
I will not abandon my ideal,
Because I created it...


I am drowning in love, no need to save me!
Love is such a turbulent river,
That it will wash away a strong barrier,
As if it were made of reeds.

It is beautiful and boundless,
It calls you to it,
It gives you hope
For happiness, joy, and peace.

But the path lies through rapids
Of gray, sticky vanity,
Which wants to make the world bleak,
Not let you see beauty.

Do not let it destroy the boat of happiness,
Fight against sadness and longing.
Protect from a thousand misfortunes
Love and follow your dream.

The voting will be conducted as in a music competition. 11 votes are divided among any number of drawings in any ratio. You cannot vote for yourself. The wish is - try not to give more than 6-8 votes to one candidate.
And everyone who was not too lazy to come up with a verse receives three points. Even my trashy writing.

P.S. Thank you to the "smart guy with the gif" for finally taking pity and changing it to a regular picture :3

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