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She: My loving heart,come back to me!
Put out the darkness and once more
fly to my kingdom with the nightwish,
whisper my name, knock to my door!
I'm still alone, I'm dwelled in missing,
Save me from my long loneliness.
Oh, dear friend, destroy this prison,
built by the cruelness and darkness.
My lovely wizard, I'm so lonely,
My only wish is to be loved
by you again frankly and warmly
Like that final night before you're gone.
He: I'm not worthy of seeing you again,
my white dream goddes, I feel that.
I'm not worthy of whispering your name,
because it kills me with sharp pain.
Forgive me, dear, but I'n lost
in my own dreams, I don't see light,
Your glance, your touch became the ghosts
which come to me in silent nights.
My loving girl, my fare sun
I hope I'll see you soon again.
I wait for that but untill dawn
I'll feel the deep dark burning pain!
You are the angel, whom I wish,
you are a goddess who can kill,
My sweat nightmare, my night wish!
My only one for whom I feel....
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=86514
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 30.07.2008
She: My loving heart,come back to me!
Put out the darkness and once more
fly to my kingdom with the nightwish,
whisper my name, knock to my door!
I'm still alone, I'm dwelled in missing,
Save me from my long loneliness.
Oh, dear friend, destroy this prison,
built by the cruelness and darkness.
My lovely wizard, I'm so lonely,
My only wish is to be loved
by you again frankly and warmly
Like that final night before you're gone.
He: I'm not worthy of seeing you again,
my white dream goddes, I feel that.
I'm not worthy of whispering your name,
because it kills me with sharp pain.
Forgive me, dear, but I'n lost
in my own dreams, I don't see light,
Your glance, your touch became the ghosts
which come to me in silent nights.
My loving girl, my fare sun
I hope I'll see you soon again.
I wait for that but untill dawn
I'll feel the deep dark burning pain!
You are the angel, whom I wish,
you are a goddess who can kill,
My sweat nightmare, my night wish!
My only one for whom I feel....
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=86513
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 30.07.2008
We're born the same at the first sight,
we live and grow and meet the death.
One chooses darkness, another light.
We live and choose neither more nor less
One finds its way and follow it
another becomes blind and lost.
We live, we coose the kind of creed
But sometimees we forget how much it costs.
14.07.08
Мы все рождаемся, живем,
растем затем все умираем.
Один со светом, другой с тьмой -
другого мы не выбираем.
Один, найдя свой путь, идет.
Другой находит и теряет
то, в чем веру обретет -
душа другого не желает
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=85614
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 24.07.2008
Со времен древнейших праначала,
со дня от рождества Христа,
зло берет свое начало,
вновь воплощаясь сквозь года.
Сквозь пелену десятилетий
для равновесия добра,
творя тень мрака от тех, кто светел
зла сила создана была.
И взгляд той силы в нашем взгляде,
и похоть зла у нас в крови,
чем злее мы - тем не объятней Зло
и нет в сердцах любви...
Зло в корне мира поселилось,
в сердцах людей его истоки.
Духовность в пепел обратилась
и мы все как один жестоки.
На первый взгляд совсем простой
с рожденья выбор перед нами -
путь светлый или теневой.
Но сделать его должны мыы сами...
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=85612
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 24.07.2008
Blood-red hue in the West foreseen the sunset
brings me longing again…
I forget the reality and innocent
tender wind runs along the lane…
I follow it through the chaos
and pale routine of the days.
I wish to catch it and to warm it
under the last fading sunrays.
My soul grew up the wishes
to leave the Earth and melt
in the eternal sunshine
with the wind that innocent.
With the grass underneath
and the feast above
with the love and forever moments
and the dream of my own!
Feast.
I left this land and flied away
I stretched my hands into the sky.
I found myself on another land.
I’m not a bird but I can fly!
My “Castles in the air” become strong.
They are not shamed with evening dreams.
I dive into the blue with eternal starlight song,
Where my hands turned into the wings.
I hear the melody so fair
Maybe it’s the piece of someone’s love…
I dream, I fly, I watch, I stare
The world that remained far below.
It’s nice to leave the gray days order…
and to touch the drifts of someone new —
Of Eternity, of Wisdom, of the Tale
Created the Snow-white kingdom in red hue.
The eternal flames of the sunset
the highest feelings that are rare
Have changed the world for me just now
Having brought the pleasure from somewhere…
Conclusion
I watched this sunset long ago…
The years have passed, but I still stare
the beauty and I hope just more
to be freed from troubles, pain and scare!
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=78484
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 09.06.2008
The land of the lost hope…
The land is blessed with Hope,
the tender wind caresses fields,
the smell of flowers flies above
the highest mountains and the hills.
The river flows to the eternal
shores of the land of Paradise.
The land that freed from pain and time
The land that freed from scorn and a lie…
Among the clouds on a mountain’s top
a white-dress girl sits dwelled in dreams…
she’s looking with the admiration
at the first and bright warm sunbeams.
The heaven that above her head
whispers the prays and is so near.
She leaves the troubles with a red
and new sunrise that is now clear.
Sweet days but have an end.
This Paradise soon will be far…
It will be killed and hope will melt
under the same forever star!
What happened to this land?
It has lost the rainbow!
It is the beginning of the end
Greeted with scream of black-jet crow…
The river’s sick and flows no more…
The Paradise is far away…
Behind the walls of fears and woe…
far behind from merry days…
Dirty… Cruel… Hopeless…
The pigeon sings his last sad song…
The ravens spin in the first great dance.
The nature longs for the lost love…
and peace with real divine sense…
The angel’s crying for the world
and he is dying for her love…
The poisoned air keeps all words
these heroes are in the arms of foes…
The ravens follow every step…
And the road still remains too long…
It seems the hope has died, has gone…
And their mission is all but wrong…
“Don’t do it dear! I love you…
You must live long… It’s not your end! ”
“But it’s the only way for us…
I wish to save my hopeless land.
They’ll see this world green and bright.
Tomorrow… soon… with the first sunlight.”
“No don’t kill yourself I pray!”
“Forgive me dear but I may!...”
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=78482
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 09.06.2008
As soon as the sun hides its last beam
I quickly dwell into my dream
the night is covering my land
and I take my dream friend’s hand.
These hours often brings me thoughts
they are not simple to explain.
My happy moments are the walks
with the friend from dreams who can’t betray!
Through night light silence
through the fresh night air
we’re flying both to the place somewhere
we’re dreaming walking in the air…
No one can love, no one can care
like my kind friend from the child’s night dream
who comes to me with the last sunbeam.
A new day comes with the sunlight
My friend from dreams goes back to his side…
I miss him much, I wait for him –
my friend who hides with the first sunbeam…
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=57551
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 04.02.2008
All good things are not never-ending…
They have an End and we’re at loss.
They not eternal, they are fading…
to stop that fading we have no force…
We live and sometimes we’re like blinded
we do not see the things that near…
We see them when they’re gone forever…
and we are sad though those things were mere…
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=57550
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 04.02.2008
Is it necessary to love?
To fill your head with those dull thoughts?
Isn’t better not to love
and look for your place in this world?
To keep the peace of mind…
To contemplate the world around…
to hope for awareness at once…
and not to merge with all this crowd?
…to be all right and not betrayed…
to be a learnt one, to know more…
to be not offended and not abused…
to live, to watch and to adore…
the peaceful nature and the sky…
to breath the smell of immortal air…
or now to stay in the nets of cry?
…in the cold black world mixed with despair?
30.01.08.
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=57548
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 04.02.2008
The pale moonlight grew up the feeling
Of the fantasy inside…
This night is so beautiful with a romantic
Person on another side…
A love song, heard from a distant land…
An inner voice to make a step
Forward to the world you’ve meant
To dive into the cosmic net…
Forgotten, freed but felt alive…
taking the aim in my own hand,
making really all that I wish
and doing things I never can’t…
the way to the Moon is long enough
but in my dreams it’s rather short…
The silent night…the dream and half
of your love-song… Could I wish more?
The same I mean about your home…
The country I have never been…
It’s nice to see you, to embrace…
but it’s better to do it all within!
No one must know about all that,
I’ll never gain those sweat embrace!
But it’s enough for me to write
this Moon-created lovely phrase…
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=57399
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 03.02.2008
Know yourself! It’s the key to the knowledge.
It’s the way to the Wisdom’s depth…
Know yourself! You’ll get the life sense…
You’ll get more things and lose far less…
The learnt men teach us to live the right life,
To think right thoughts and search the aims…
You know yourself, you have more chances
To be the winner in these life-games…
Know yourself… forever searching,
The never-ending stimulus to grow
Mentally and feel the changes
that you have comprehended your own role…
24.01.08
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=57398
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 03.02.2008
A peaceful rest
behind the walls of home.
As soon as I leave it
I feel forsaken and forlorn…
My warmed by love
And hopeful soul
Begins to understand
Here’s no one who’s able to love…
Hiding my bitter tears
and dreaming about my precious land
where everything will be differently
and a withered rose will be alive not dead,
I still suffering, but strive to the end
I still live, watching the pictures in grey
I still dream and live by fantasy,
and I wait for the coming of new days…
Who can give you a shelter?
Who can caress? Who can calm?
They give you only a cold shoulder
every time as soon as you come.
With the hope to find an ideal world
that must look like a fairy-tale
I write my pain-born poetic word
I want to be saved but not to fail!
In spite of the praise I’m getting the scorn,
I want to make friends but once more I am gone!
In spite of the aim I’ve got a broken hope!
In spite of the gladness I have a deep bitter thought!
I’m tired to feel like crying,
I’m tired to keep bitter feel,
but all those feelings mean
That the kind is still alive within!
I’m able to love, I able to dream,
to cry, to create, to avoid the sin…
to be not like all blindfold crowd,
to be the one with a stronger heart.
That makes me feel better and save my belief
in another good times, in myself and in dreams…
8.01.08.
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=57397
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 03.02.2008
It can't be touch by your hand,
It can't be studied only by smell,
It can't be seen, but only felt -
the Wisdom when the body's dead...
The only key to know those all
is to deliver your clear soul
from your body and this world...
tear all ropes and cut the cord!
These are not my thoughts but I'm agree
that from your passion you must be free
To know the wisdom anyone can't
but only a person with pure heart!
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=56862
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 30.01.2008
Is this a sleeping beauty or it is dead?
Is this a kinder person or she is bad?
Is this eternal being or it has an end?
Has anyone seen something similar to this land?
Is this a rose with sharp thorns or it is not?
Oh, help me to save kindness and belief my dear Lord!
Because I'm lost among ignorance and a lie!
I want this dead and withered rose of my soul to be alive!
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=56855
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 30.01.2008
Yellow leaves fall down
to your feet on the ground,
Screams of crows bring to you
thoughts of dreams not coming true...
The autumn breath plays with your hair
and the strangest thoughts
coming from nowhere
touch you deeply and within
there is the birth of cherished dream...
Enchanted wind and dancing leaves...
Of yellow colour, lonely feels...
Every move of the shawl
and wings of a crow
brings to you thoughts about mortal love...
And mortal life...
You're born, you live and then you'll die!
How mysterious autumn is
Now I'm thinking with its breath.
It still plays with the leaves and the shawl...
They grow, become yellow and then fall...
All has its end, all can be changed...
All life is like standing on the razor's edge...
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=56854
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 30.01.2008
Looking for the reason to make your dreams come true,
Creating in the memory all things you have come through,
Drawing fancy pictures from your memories,
you realize the truth: there are things that you have missed...
When you think about them all, you have only to regret...
It seems all that was wonders is turned now into bad,
and bright and tender flowers from your have-naive soul
have withered, have been frozen and their petals fall...
They'll never gain the beauty, they have been shining with...
They'll die, they'll melt and they'll remain you only memories.
We've used to live by future, by fantast, by past
but we don't simply see what things are next to us.
We do not value nature, the singing of the bird...
We do not notice beauty, its sound is unheard...
Why did we show igorance? Why did we become blind?
Why have we lost the brightening, the caress and the kind?
The world is not unchangable, but still like Paradise...
But we have loved unreal things, we've used to say a lie...
We should adore the beauty, the stars, the universe...
All that you see around is nicer than any verse!
Learn to adore it all, to value all these gifts,
the world has brought to me and you with eternal tender drifts...
25.12.07
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=56538
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 28.01.2008
I see great cruelness and the pain
which hurt me deeply all the time...
I see great slyness and ignorance.
I look around, I feel the crime.
Where are the frankly and kind senses?
I don't believe that they have died...
though I don't see them in those faces
where I've been trying hard to find...
Where can I find the kindest person?
Whom can I tell my little tale?
I still believe in fairy wonders
I love those things that they have waived...
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=56536
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 28.01.2008
Why do we do important things simple?
Why do we do simple things complicated?
Why do we chose ignorance and indifference?
Why do we follow cruelness and the hatred?
Why do we laugh when someone's crying?
Why do we stay in shadows at the high time?
Why do we want to have something without trying?
Why do we allow to cover our hearts with rime?
How many whys are in the world!
But there are more of them within...
Look into yourself and realize
you're not the one who has no sin!
Why do we accuse another then?
You are the same and you are shamed...
We all are sinners no less than
another people whom we call bad...
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=56534
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 28.01.2008
Beautiful land is civered with oil,
Glorify heaven cannot be seen,
Dark dirty clouds from our sins
have hidden the beauty, it is unseen.
It will never be the same...
It will forever remain...
...A broken piece of Paradise...
that makes us surprise...
What have we done?
What have we brought?
You are the one...
too small with your thoughts...!
Run away my child
from this crazy world...
No more place to hide...
No more tales foretold....
Перевод...
Осколок рая
Прекрасная земля потерпела пораженье,
серые тучи бродят небесами...
Тот серый цвет - наших грехов порожденье...
Покрывало мрака, что соткали мы сами.
Никогда не будет все как прежде,
Никогда не обретут эти земли надежду...
Осколок рая, что еще сказать?
Он призван своим ужасом нас удивлять!
Что изменили мы?
И что сделали сами?
Мы слишком малы
со своими глупыми мечтами!
Убегай мое дитя!
Этот мир далеко не сказка!
Нету укрытья для тебя!
Нет никого ,кто подарит ласку!!!
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=56397
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 27.01.2008
Решила закинуть свой русско-язычный стишок...Но английские все равно на первом месте...
С беспечным небом над головой
и зеленой травою под ногами
Ты беспечно шагаешь тропой
и живешь заветными мечтами...
Но знай: какой бы красотою
сей мир не обладал
среди этой красоты
человек уж слишком мал...
Небо, звезды долговечней,
чем отпущеный нам срок...
Наша жизнь как хаотичный
неукротимый выхрь-поток...
Ты, увы, совсем не знаешь,
что ожидает впереди...
Но ты живешь, пока мечтаешь
и бьется сердце в твоей груди...
Пока оно пылает страстью
узнать побольше обо всем,
пока оно в твоей лишь власти...
и на душе пока покой...
Пока ты мыслью вольно правишь,
она - раба, ты - господин
пока и живешь ты среди солнца,
а не средь многолетних льдин...
Пока любим ты, кому-то дорог,
пока есть те, кто бережет...
пока есть те, кто понимает
и кто тебя всегда тебя так ждет...
с любовью чистой и огромной
и с нетерпением кто ждет,
для кого всегда ты самый лучший...
пока спокойно и жизнь идет.
Но как только покидаешь
ты родные берега,
так часто горько вспоминаешь
как хорошо было тогда...,
когда-то в прошлом
где ты невинный и наивный, ты дитя...
согрет любовью мамы и папы,
живешь беспечно и любя...
22.01.08
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=56395
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 27.01.2008
The one who searches Paradise,
who has a naive childish soul,
who has still nothing but who tries
to find herself and her life-role...
The one who's fond of the mystery
and the romantic pale moonlight.
Who still beholds the bright-night stars
and after that who comes to write...
Who finds her peace watching the heaven
who makes the dream with a falling star...
Who will be strange forever and ever,
Who has discovered nature's charm...
The one who is surprised with beauty,
and sad with very high-speed time...
Who's fallen in love with her own dream...
and now who's writing down this line...
Who loves all animals and beings
and who tries to live but not in vain...
Just an Aprentice...not a Master...
a dreamy-girl... this is who I am...
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=56391
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 27.01.2008
Clouds melt into the sky
dissappeared in the blue.
Ocean's shores became now white
with the early morning dew.
Coldest ice became now warmed.
The North is turned into the South...
Ignorance ends and now once more.
Awareness is my only source.
And when sun rises it heals the scars
and all my troubles go out with the stars.
But when sun hides its own last beam
I quickly dive into my cherished dreams...
Broken hopes are still alive,
long lost love I'm keeping deep
gets great power from the signs
written on his poet's lips.
Cold strange room all that I have
and the entrance I can't see
can be found in this world's hell
while I'm feeling the sense in thee...
Я рискну поместить и собственный перевод...Хотя мне кажется, что на английском у меня получается гораздо лучше...Но ценить, конечно же, вам...
Когда восходит солнце
Облака расстаяли в небе,
изчезнув в дымке голубой.
Берега в белоснежном свете
сверкают утренней росой.
Холодный лед теперь согрет
и север прератился в юг...
У Незнания Эры власти нет.
Просвящение - мой верный друг...
И когда восходит солнце
изчезает в душе боль,
все сомнения и страсти
превращаются в покой.
Но как только сонце прячет
свой последний яркий луч,
Я погружаюсь в свои грезы
и взлетаю выше туч...
Разбитые надежды живы
и утеряная любовь, что глубока,
набирается все больше силы
из его душевного стиха...
Комната овеяная холодом
вот все, что вижу я
и выход, который я могу утерять
я чувствую, пока вдохновляешь ты меня!
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=55563
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 22.01.2008
No friends, no foes
only broken hopes,
only open wounds.
The Wisdom is near, but I can't see it here.
Here I can see only ruins...
This worls is changing,
but Wisdom is given not to all.
I try to find the way not to fall
but to save my soul...
No words, no looks,
onlt silent thoughts
inside your innocent soul.
I wish I could have another good try
to find my mistakes before they are done...
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рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 22.01.2008
Еще один стих, посвященный моему любимому маэстро...
I only know you from your songs
where nothing cruel is.
I know you like an Ocean Soul
whose deep sharp pain cannot be ceased.
In all your verses I see love
and frankly senses that I like.
I honor your poetic word,
I understand your wish of Night!
You write so heartly and it seems
that not your hand but your soul writes.
You can make really all dreams
that comes to you with the moonlight.
I understand your highest hopes
to see the world without a pain...
Your every thought of songs and notes
show real love, they show the main!
I honor you like a kind man,
who has a big and pure heart.
And I believe - it's not in vain.
For me your verses like a guard!
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рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 22.01.2008
It is still me in my own room.
It’s still my face, my voice, my sense…
But why has the world become like gloom
when I have left my homeland fence?
Why did the world loose all its paints?
It became grey and pale…and dark…
I saw those who forgot the saints…
I understand we’re all like sharks…
Someone will wish your pain and blood,
Someone will take all that is yours.
Someone will hurt your Child’s pure heart
With the sharpest arrow, someone will curse.
Two years ago I was so gay.
My heart was filled with hope and love.
It seemed those feelings were so simple.
But what the value they have now!
Sometimes I want to turn back time
And to return my naïve view…
But those all are just dreams of mine.
It’s make-believe, I aware anew.
We have no forces to get back
Those all sweat days that in the past.
I understand I’m not the same
like long ago…Time runs too fast.
It runs and we are just surprised…
how short our time, how short life is.
The time is running, we only change.
time takes all that we wish to be with.
Oh how I long for my lost kind…
I was so little without fears.
I got all that I tried to find.
I happily lived with my own dreams.
And I believed they would come true…
With things I’d always wished to gain.
But Paradise is lost, it’s gone.
I’ll never be the same again!
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рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 20.01.2008
Oh, no! It has begun again –
the tears provoked not by pain…
I’m not offended but feel alone…
I feel like cornered and forlorn.
The sadness gave me
a close embrace
with sparkling tears
rolling on my face…
I can’t be calm,
though I am loved,
I’m cared after but I’m torn in half.
I write these words and feel like saved
from something strange, from something bad,
created by myself and fantasy inside…
giving the birth to my soul’s cry…
I search the truth but I meet a lie!
My hopes were burning. And now they’re died!
I’m bored to death with that lie and scorn.
I’m tired to feel forsaken and forlorn.
The only hope is to believe
in my half-alive but cherished dream!
All poets suffer feeling the same!
And I must do it as I’m the one of them!
I strive for something strange and sick,
I’ve grown up an illusion that is too weak!
It will live no more a single day,
“Castles in the air” – as they like to say!
They say…I’m tired to follow their steps,
loosing all things and reaching the depth
of nothing where hopes are turned into dust,
And where I can’t save them all as they burn too fast!
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рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 20.01.2008
A magnificent Temple of the Light
With towers glittering in the sun
Rises proudly to the height
Through the chaotic years’ run.
When passing by I always stare
Without noticing the crowd
It brings me holy atmosphere
With which I easily leave the ground.
Its domes are sparkling in sunrays
And something new is felt within.
I feel the fame of ancient days
and when the bell begins to ring
My soul stands still in admiration
And unexpected sudden gay
Is born with rapid inclination
To something ideal and divine!
This is the place when I feel rest
Where nothing is in spite of peace.
Here I forget about all bad
And only here all pain is ceased.
With snow-white pigeons spinning above
This majestic sacred place
Makes me stare more and more,
Filling my soul with thanks and prays…
The Portrayals of the angels
And the statues of the Saints,
Dozens brightly burning candles
Inspire great hopes and the light.
Finding myself here
In these walls amidst
The divine atmosphere
I understand: the peace exists.
16.01.08.
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рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 20.01.2008
It's twelve o'clock, I write my verse...
All land is dwelled in missing...
The stars, the Moon, the universe...
Eternal things that didn't change its meaning...
The flood of thoughts:
It's twelve on the clock,
Time is floating with tick-tock...
I'm sitting in my room
dwelled in missing and the gloom.
I'm looking at the burning candle
and reborn with its flame,
feeling the deep kind of sorrow:
18 years have passed in vain!
Brief moments of happiness
are washed away!
I'll never have the same again!
The life without cry!
So close people who can't lie,
The girl so funny and shy!
I'm looking at the fame
Remembering one of those days
When my life was careless and bright.
The land of Hope and Sunrise,
the days of real Paradise,
The time of eternal sparkling light!
We haven't lost our Child's hearts!
We've simply grown, having left calmness!
But how to get it back to us?
How to return our loat parts?
The Time Envoy:
"No one can be The Master of the Time
no one can make it slow or speed up its run...
No one can stop it, braking the eternal law,
no one can be born or dead once more!
No one has force to turn it back,
It must be so, no one must lack...
No step back now and dry your tear
Be wiser and you'll see all clear!
The Future has a lot of pretty things..."
"I fear to lose my own Child's wings!
They give the power for my dreaming..."
The Time Envoy:
"You have, you won't lose.
It is no use for fearing!"
But life is short! But time runs fast!
It changed the present into the past!
We're powerless! We'll never win!
"The Child will live with you within!"
But all is gone! Those years are lost!
How they were kind! And what they cost!
"But you have gained your life for living.
Create! Search aims! Discover feeling!
Don't long for all, behold creation!
Who dreams those need not reincarnation!
Are you the one? So why am I still here?
You need not my help! Good night my dear!
You'll find all answers if you try!
Live happily and prize your life!"
14.01.08
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рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 15.01.2008
28.12.07
The recent events
and deep thoughts of mine
brought the inspiration
to write down this line.
Thoughts:
...A broken heart on the paper...
Clothes of black and pink...
Who is this person?
How do you think?
People become older,
they are changed by the time,
They change their habits,
they change their style...
The black-haired boy,
I've seldom talked to
is realy untypical
with the strange point of view...
When I find myself
next to him I feel that
He's so clever and wise
and I become just too sad...
I don't think it's envy,
I don't think it's love
but something still makes me
behold that strange one...
How to describe
my admiration to him?
He will never know the feeling
I'm shyly keeping within...
But let it be so!
A nice Happy End!
He can peacefully live
as well as I can't...
Emotions May Overcome...
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рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 15.01.2008
A full moon shines above his head
and howl is born again
within his heart, covered with shades
where he keeps shyness and the pain.
Half-boy, half wolf - he's double-faced
but now two souls in him
play role of fallen very deep
not into danger but in sin...
Wood's silence blesses him with sin
to catch his sacrifice at once...
But beams from moon call back to kin
of wolves with hunger and cold glance...
What must he do...he didn't know.
His human part wished to be free
but with someone not to be alone
with person who could really see
that he was lost within himself...
trying to find his normal life.
He took step forward with God's pray,
but love dragged him back...to die!
© Copyright: Мастер Слова, 2007
Свидетельство о публикации №1712301598
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рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 15.01.2008
I hope to find my world somewhere
where I can easily breathe the air
of the freedom and hear the waves,
and see the coming of new days.
I hope to keep someone by hand
and understand it's not the end
of hope and love, and to smile again,
to love and feel it's not in vain,
to have a friend to tell my tale,
to feel my soul is not for sale,
to do something and hear good words
from my best friend in my best world!
© Copyright: Мастер Слова, 2007
Свидетельство о публикации №1712301589
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рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 13.01.2008
Why do I love the night,
when everything's asleep?
Why do I watch starlight?
For me it's like the life-sip...
Why do I dream too much?
Why do I think a lot?
Why can't I simply touch
the roots of poet's lore?...
Why do I feel alone
among the noizy crowd?
Why don't I want to love?
What do I search to find?
Why do I long for one,
I don't exactly know?
Why do I sing his songs?
Why do I still adore
his words, his look, nis name?
...The Master of the word...
I write but not for fame,
I write because of love...
to him...But it's a dream...
A fantasy of mine...
It'll melt with the first sunbeam,
remaining only rhyme...
Why do I long for things
created by myself?
Girl's fancy! Naive dreams!
The verse without the sense!
For me it's not the same...
Let be my Muse with me!
Though I know, I'll never gain
a single look from thee!
© Copyright: Мастер Слова, 2007
Свидетельство о публикации №1712301582
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рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 13.01.2008
Этот стих написан под впечатлением восхода солнца во время одного из моих переездоа в другой город.
The land still sleeps in a peaceful way.
The nature waits for the new day.
All dreams: the grass, the leaves and trees
with a light touch of morning breath.
The heaven's filled with new great hopes...
The grass is shining with dew-drops...
No trouble's felt, no sound's heard
in spite of singing of early birds...
I know the beauty at this time
looks more especialy than in rhymes..
I watch this beauty through the glass
going and dreaming in the bus.
This moments brings the trangest thoughts.
It's all eternal, life is short...
It also brings me fairy dreams
- real envoys of sunny beams...
There is the silence and tale is felt
in every tune of this sleepy land...
At last you see a red sunrise
and find yourself in Paradise!
The moment when the sun appears
is a real birth of cherished dreams,
A secret moment full of charm
without cruelness and alarm...
The land is blessed with the sunlight.
What a strange sense I feel inside?
I felt it then, I'm feeling now,
I wonder whether anyone
could feel it so, with all his heart...
Our life is short, we're too small parts...
Our lives are short, though we're alive...
But all this beauty will never die!
© Copyright: Мастер Слова, 2007
Свидетельство о публикации №1712301593
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рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 13.01.2008
To T.H.
You are torn apart by chains of hell.
You're so unhappy and alone.
You have always felt the longing
for the childhood that is gone.
You're romantic I can see it
from your songs and melody
Every tune of it is showing
the deepest feeling kept in thee.
You're my favourite best musician
I have never loved before...
You're the person I've always needed
to have near to share my woe.
© Copyright: Мастер Слова, 2007
Свидетельство о публикации №1712271164
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рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 09.01.2008
The silent being without a hope
comes to those all who cannot love.
The silent sadness with a pain
comes to someone who loves in vain...
The silent being without a hope
comes to those all whose souls are snowed
The silent sadness with a cry
comes to someone who tried to fly
Two kinds of people on this stage
look so alike, but they are changed.
The first has chosen the left-hand road
The second one has saved his hope.
© Copyright: Мастер Слова, 2007
Свидетельство о публикации №1712271164
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рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 09.01.2008
When were you happy? Say to me.
When did you feel the hope in thee?
When was the world so good and kind?
When was all easily to find?
When did you smile? When did you laugh?
Where has it gone and why and how?
My lovely Childhood's far away.
It's gone with all my happy days.
The sweatest time when life is bright.
When there's no evil and heart is light.
When you're protected from all bad...
when you are covered by the wings of your mother and dad...
The life of child is Paradise
with marry songs and happy cries.
It's time of flying in the sky
dreaming about your future life.
How it was beautiful! But was...
That Paradise is gone, it's lost.
I'll never have the same I know.
My Childhood with the mother's love.
© Copyright: Мастер Слова, 2007
Свидетельство о публикации №1712271164
адрес: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=53912
рубрика: Поезія, Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата поступления 09.01.2008