Poems that you liked.

Unread post by **SeRg !$!** » 07 Sep 2023, 06:23

I love you, even though I am furious,
Even though this is labor and shame in vain,
And I confess to this unfortunate stupidity
At your feet I confess!
I don’t belong face and beyond my years... .
It’s time, it’s time for me to be smarter!
But I recognize by all the signs
The disease of love in my soul:
I can’t live without you I’m bored, - I yawn;
Being with you, I feel sad, - I endure;
And, I have no energy, I want to say,
My angel, how I love you!
When I hear from the living room
Your light step, or the noise of a dress,
Or a virginal, innocent voice,
I suddenly lose all my mind.
You will smile, - it’s a joy for me;
You turn away, I’m sad;
For a day of torment - a reward
Your pale hand is for me.
When you’re diligent at the hoop
nYou sit, bowing casually,
Your eyes and curls drooping, -
I am moved, silently, tenderly
I admire you like a child!.. .
Should I say you have my misfortune,
My jealous sadness,
When you walk, sometimes in bad weather.
Are you going to the distance?
And your tears alone,
And speeches in the corner together,
And travel to Opochka,
And the piano in the evening?.. .
Alina! have pity on me.
I don’t dare demand love.
Perhaps for my sins,
My angel, I am not worth love!
But pretend! This look
Can express everything so wonderfully!
Ah, it’s not difficult to deceive me!.. .
I’m glad to be deceived myself!

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Unread post by **Helga** » 07 Sep 2023, 06:46

I am your little, unnecessary jester.
I am a familiar bell.
For the sake of your laughter, for minutes,
I should jump around and make angry faces.
I laugh, but you know, it’s a lie.
There’s a bullet hole in my heart all the time.
We can expect you to understand me,
But, perhaps I’ll leave, with the circus.

Katya Gordon.

Unread post by **SeRg !$!** » 07 Sep 2023, 07:12

Love you. For what? I don’t know...
I don’t know how to tell you,
That I’m dying quietly,
Wanting only to hug you.

You are with me during the day, you are with me at night.
You, angel, are with me all day long,
You always live in my soul,
And you don’t want to leave it.

Why, tell me, why
Are you corroding your heart with melancholy?
After all, we are not destined to be together,
And you give up hope...

Sometimes you look into my eyes,
I drown in your gaze...
He, like crystal water,
Shines with radiant tenderness.

Your smile, brighter than light,
Shines with joy at times,
Then, like a fast comet,
Ready to rush after you!

I love you... Why? Don’t know.
I don’t know how to tell you,
That I’m dying quietly,
Wanting only to hug you.

© Elina Einarsen

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Unread post by **Alice** » 10 Sep 2023, 00:13

When the sweetness of life has disappeared
You know, everything could be different
Let’s dance, my joy
On the street or at least on the phone

nThe remains of our shadows will be intertwined
The heels of doubt will be erased
Today is the best of days
For the resurrection from the dead

There is nothing left for us anymore
Even if the seas part,
Even if dragons breathe fire across the sky
Let’s dance, my joy
On the street or at least on the phone.

Evgeniy Soya

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Unread post by **SeRg !$!** » 12 Sep 2023, 07:06

For some I am Light...
For others I am Darkness...
But there is only one soul!..
Where can I find the answer?

For someone I am Life,
A wonderful summer dawn...
For someone I am Death
And a soulless object.. .

For someone I am a dream,
A serene motive.
For some it is a nightmare
And a roaring cliff.

For some it is alive,
For others it is dead.
For someone I am Light...
But there is only one Soul!..

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Мы ссорились дождливым днем,
Мрачнели наши лица:
"Нет, мы друг друга не поймем!
Нет, нам не сговориться!"
И, подавляя стук сердец,
С тобой клялись мы оба,
Что это наконец конец,
Что мы враги до гроба.
Под дождь, летящий с высоты,
Не оглянуться силясь,
Направо я, налево ты
Ушли и не простились.
Пошел, руки тебе не дав,
Я к дому своему…
Неважно, прав или не прав, –
Конец, конец всему!..
Вошел я с этим словом в дом
И запер дверь на ключ,
Дождь барабанил за окном,
Темнели крылья туч.
Вдруг вспомнил я, что ты идешь
С открытой головою,
Что ты, конечно, без калош,
Что нет плаща с тобою!
И, плащ схватив, я в тот же миг
Под дождевые всхлипы
Сквозь дождь помчался напрямик
Спасать тебя от гриппа.

Unread post by **SeRg !$!** » 14 Sep 2023, 01:40

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Слова любви всегда – бери меня,
они сродни твоей смертельной клятве,
они всегда в душе струной звенят,
их невозможно отозвать обратно!

Но вечного, конечно, в жизни нет,
бывает, что любовь твоя уходит:
когда в душе погаснет ее свет,
тогда смысл клятвы станет неугоден…

© Александр Блок

Unread post by **Murena0314** » 14 Sep 2023, 02:42

I admit, I stole it from one thematic forum, but I really liked it, thanks to the unknown author:
nI will love your strong hands
That they give me bliss and pain.
These fingers will do tricks
Taking my whole body under control.

nLet the collar pacify me,
I will follow on your heels.
Show all the passion of the relationship,
Let nothing interfere with us.

You did you notice? I got wet
From languishing touches and words.
And now the windows would fog up,
If the room had fewer steps.

I want to be taken by force,
Let the flesh burn from the blows,
I will do everything as you asked,
Continue to spank me.

I am lying naked in front of you,
The silk of the sheets is burning hot,
And a countless flock of goosebumps
Rushed towards my vagina.

You slid. My exhalation is so noisy,
It turns into a sweet moan.
They shut my mouth with a kiss,
Continuing the marathon below.

More and more faster in me and deeper and deeper,
A shaky fog has taken over my head.
I want! Be rude, come on
Torment my obedient camp!

Pleasure knows no bounds,
I whisper your name as if in delirium.
I I managed to finish a long time ago,
And now I am humbly waiting for you.

You are close... a couple more movements,
And I was sprinkled with myself.
This the best of admirations:
Understanding that now you are mine...

Unread post by **SeRg !$!** » 14 Sep 2023, 02:45

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Да шикарно !!!

Unread post by **Alexssss** » 14 Sep 2023, 02:47

The sex of milkmaids
is fresh and bright,
of actresses and costume designers
is also bright, but not fresh,
of tram drivers
simple and direct, like -like a piledriver,
for cutters and seamstresses
sex is thoughtful, sweet and quiet,
for athletes it is powerful,
athletic and jumping,
only only among controllers
is it prickly, like a ruff,
they say that among poets
it even causes stress...

It’s unlikely that mine is accurate story,
what kind of sex do you have?

Unread post by **The passage** » 14 Sep 2023, 02:52

I learned to live simply, wisely,
Look at the sky and pray to God,
And wander for a long time before the evening,
To tire out unnecessary anxiety.
When the burdocks rustle in the ravine
And the bunch of yellow-red mountain ash fades away,
I compose cheerful poems
About perishable, perishable and beautiful life.
I am returning. Licks my palm
A fluffy cat purrs sweetly,
And a bright fire lights up
On the turret of a lake sawmill.
Only occasionally the silence breaks through
The cry of a stork, flew down onto the roof.
And if you knock on my door,
It seems to me that I won’t even hear.

(c) Anna Akhmatova

Unread post by **Alexssss** » 14 Sep 2023, 03:13

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Unread post by **Alice** » 14 Sep 2023, 21:42

As if on thin ice, I walk carefully.
Who said it’s impossible? I said it’s possible.
I allow you to love, I allow you to dream.
Is it possible to take half of life away?

You can open your heart, it’s not difficult to be happy.
Who said it’s impossible? I said it’s possible.
Just hug me and say that you are there.
We will break down barriers for each other.
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Unread post by **Let’s** » 14 Sep 2023, 23:51

Turnover of karma (pilot group) I actually live by this principle)) don’t fire a bullet so that it doesn’t land.
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Eternity has no rules,
Love has no rules.
There is no constancy of time,
There is no one Path.
To go, you must
nTake everything upon yourself.
You yourself are precious, you are life,
And who to blame,
Kolk realized that you are responsible
For everything that is around,
And that the only deception
And the focus is a circle?
This is how the Force holds back the darkness, laughing and without offense:
If you fire a bullet forward, it will fly to the back of the head .

Unread post by **Murena0314** » 15 Sep 2023, 00:14

Poetess Dekabrina

Robe to toe. There is only one barrier
For your hands - a satin belt.
I bend forward, opening my gaze
A swollen soft pink nipple.
A smile in my eyes. Movement towards.
A strip of fabric - a thin magnet
It will fall to the floor. I will straighten my little shoulders
. The lightness of the skin will be highlighted
Your hand. Drawn by the funnel
Desires, you will turn my world upside down
With the favorite movement of a child:
You will cling to my pampered breast.
And the laws
Conventions will instantly become unimportant. On white sheets
You will find out with the curiosity of lovers
The limits of pleasure.
And, apparently, among all possible truths
You will find the essence. I will smile happily
And to your pride with your timid brush
After hesitation, I will carefully touch.
You will freeze for a moment, but I will become bolder,
I will slip my lips into the abyss of witchcraft
And I will warm you with special tenderness
The uncontrollability of male nature.
The desired moment! In the silence of solitude
You will take me captive with immodest caresses,
Holding me gently by the knees,
You will bloom like a flower in my depths.
And the old rhythm will open in a new way The beginning of life is a wonderful ritual.
The excess of feelings will block the breath
And the world will become immeasurably small for us.

I will bury myself in your chest like a contented cat,
And enjoying the song in unison
Lovers’ hearts, with my small palm
I will squeeze the belt picked up from the floor...

Unread post by **Gourmet** » 15 Sep 2023, 00:27

Vladimir Mayakovsky

Who are whores?

Not those
whores
for bread
for the sake of
in front
and behind
they give us
fucking,
God forgive them!
And those whores -
lying,
money
sucking,
fuck
not giving -
here are the whores
existent
their mother kids!

Sent after 1 minute 24 seconds:
nWe need fucking
like the Chinese
fig.
Don’t get tired of your dick
puffing up with a radio mast!
In both holes
look - don’t catch
syphilis.
Otherwise you will
writhe in front of the doctors
Writhing!

Vladimir Mayakovsky

Unread post by **SeRg !$!** » 15 Sep 2023, 01:08

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Не пробуй этот мед: в нем ложка дегтя.
Чего не заработал – не проси.
Не плюй в колодец. Не кичись. До локтя
всего вершок – попробуй укуси.

Час утренний – делам, любви – вечерний,
раздумьям – осень, бодрости – зима...
Весь мир устроен из ограничений,
чтобы от счастья не сойти с ума.

Unread post by **The wound** » 15 Sep 2023, 01:11

little girl at school:
If I had a horse
This would be the number.
If a horse had me
I would probably died!!!

Unread post by **SeRg !$!** » 15 Sep 2023, 02:09

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Поведаю вам таинство одно:
Уж сколько раз на свете исчезали
Империи, религии, регальи
И уходили города на дно,
Но сквозь пожары, бедствия и кровь,
Одну и ту ж свершая пантомиму,
И для времен совсем неуязвима
Шла девочка по имени Любовь.

Идёт Любовь. Звучат её шаги,
Как эхо долгожданного свиданья,
Её шаги волнуют мирозданье,
И между звёзд расходятся круги.
Пред ней равны рабы и господа.
Ей нипочем яд лести или злости.
Когда она хоть раз приходит в гости,
В наш дом приходит счастье навсегда.

Unread post by **rasaroam** » 15 Sep 2023, 03:08

Nikolai Gumilyov - Captains

On the polar and southern seas,
Along the bends of green swells,
Between basalt rocks and pearl ones
The rustling sails of ships .

The swift-winged ones are led by captains,
Discoverers of new lands,
For those who are not afraid of hurricanes,
Who have experienced maelstroms and shoals,

Whose chest is not saturated with the dust of lost charters, -
The salt of the sea is saturated,
Who is a needle on a torn map
Marks his daring path

And, having ascended the trembling bridge,
Remembers the abandoned port,
Shaking off with blows of his cane
Shreds of foam from his high boots,

Or, having discovered a riot on board,
A pistol rips from the belt,
So gold falls from the lace,
From the pinkish Brabant cuffs.

Let the sea go crazy and lash,
The crests of the waves rose into the sky,
No one trembles before the thunderstorm,
No one furls the sails.

Are these hands given to cowards? nWith a well-aimed bullet, a sharp iron
Overtake gigantic whales
And notice in the multi-starred night
The protective light of beacons?

Unread post by **The passage** » 15 Sep 2023, 03:09

And somewhere there is, I hope, I believe, I know
The person God promised me.
An ordinary one. Like all. But the very best.
For the entire century allotted to us from above.

His height and age are not at all important,
Whom he hugged tightly before...
And it is important that it be simple together,
So that his world and mine coincide exactly.

So that when we meet, we don’t nervously search for words,
So that time together is a joy forever,
So that we never lie to each other,
Even if luck happens, even if there is bitter misfortune.

I don’t expect that he will turn out to be a hero...
You don’t need to carry me in your arms...
I would just like to be next to him with myself
And sincerely love him with all my heart!

nYou are walking somewhere, I know one hundred percent,
The man God promised me...
I’m not in a hurry...But believe me, I’m so tired
All alone pushing my age forward...

© Natalia Surkova

Unread post by **rasaroam** » 15 Sep 2023, 03:20

It is in vain to try to return love,
It is in vain to mourn and whine.
Love, dying, goes to the bottom,
Fades to nothing like dreams.

Love is reckless, but also proud,
Worth mental torment,
And tenacious memory keeps years
The happiness of past minutes.

And life is everything walks, speeding up...
Such and such, brother, things are going on.
You should be grateful to fate
For the fact that it happened.

Unread post by **The passage** » 15 Sep 2023, 23:07

I have always insisted that fate is a game.
Why do we need fish if we have caviar.
That the Gothic style will win, like a school
like the ability to stick around without getting an injection.
I’m sitting by the window. There is aspen outside the window.
I loved few. However, it’s strong.
I thought that the forest was only part of the log.
What is the whole virgin for, since there is a knee.
That, tired of the dust raised by a century,
The Russian eye will rest on the Estonian spire.
I am sitting by the window. I washed the dishes.
I was happy here, and I won’t be anymore.
I wrote that in the light bulb there is the horror of the floor.
That love, as an act, is devoid of a verb.
What Euclid did not know is that, descending onto a cone,
a thing acquires not zero, but Chronos.
I am sitting by the window. I remember my youth.
Sometimes I smile, sometimes I spit.
I said that a leaf destroys a bud.
And that a seed, having fallen into bad soil,
does not sprout; that a meadow with a clearing
is an example of masturbation, given in Nature.
I am sitting by the window, hugging my knees,
in the company of my own heavy shadow.
My song was deprived motive,
but it cannot be sung in chorus. It’s no wonder
that as a reward for such speeches
no one puts their legs on their shoulders.
I am sitting by the window in the dark; like a speedy
the sea thunders behind a wavy curtain.
Citizen of a second-class era, proudly
I recognize as a second-class commodity
my best thoughts for the days to come
I give them as an experience in dealing with suffocation.
I am sitting in the dark. And it is no worse
in the room than the darkness outside.

(c) Brodsky.

Unread post by **SeRg !$!** » 18 Sep 2023, 04:13

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Ты далеко сегодня от меня
И пишешь о любви своей бездонной,
И о тоске-разлучнице бессонной,
Точь-в-точь все то же, что пишу и я.

Ах, как мы часто слышим разговоры,
Что без разлуки счастья не сберечь.
Не будь разлук, так не было б и встреч,
А были б только споры да раздоры.

Конечно, это мудро, может статься,
И все-таки, не знаю почему,
Мне хочется, наперекор всему,
Сказать тебе: - Давай не разлучаться!

Я думаю, что ты меня поймешь:
К плечу плечо - и ни тоски, ни стужи?
А если и поссоримся - ну что ж,
Разлука все равно намного хуже!

Unread post by **Bully Carrie** » 18 Sep 2023, 14:49

THE DECEIVER

The cutesy sadness of the minuet,
And the powder, thick as snow,
And the figs and the flies are
Versailles, the eighteenth century .
The flirtatious whisper of the fountains,
The poodle-clipped garden.
Here the d’Artagnans’ swords clink,
Here the skirts of the ladies-in-waiting rustle.
The king of the favorites changes
More often than sailor girls.
Loyalty is open here
The whole courtyard laughs to the point of tears.
Loyalty has gone out of fashion here,
There are no true ones funnier couples...
Ah, I saw and heard a lot
A garden trimmed under a poodle.
He saw - in the night to her husband
My own wife was sneaking:
They loved they are each other,
But fashion is omnipotent...
The fountains whisper coquettishly,
The trimmed garden sleeps.
And the d’Artagnans’ swords rattle,
And the skirts of the ladies-in-waiting rustle.
The pimps slither like snakes,
And the page slid by, like...
What a laugh - here today
The husband hugs his wife!
(C) Yu. Drunina

Unread post by **Helga** » 19 Sep 2023, 03:48

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Unread post by **SeRg !$!** » 19 Sep 2023, 04:26

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Кто, злом владея, зла не причинит,
Не пользуясь всей мощью этой власти,
Кто двигает других, но, как гранит,
Неколебим и не подвержен страсти, —
Тому дарует небо благодать,
Земля дары приносит дорогие.
Ему дано величьем обладать,
А чтить величье призваны другие.
Лелеет лето лучший свой цветок,
Хоть сам он по себе цветёт и вянет.
Но если в нём приют нашел порок,
Любой сорняк его достойней станет.

Чертополох нам слаще и милей
Растленных роз, отравленных лилей.

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Человеку надо мало: чтоб искал и находил.
Чтоб имелись для начала друг — один и враг — один...
Человеку надо мало: чтоб тропинка вдаль вела.
Чтоб жила на свете мама.
Сколько нужно ей — жила...
Человеку надо мало: после грома — тишину.
Голубой клочок тумана.
Жизнь — одну. И смерть — одну.
Утром свежую газету — с Человечеством родство.
И всего одну планету: Землю! Только и всего.
И — межзвёздную дорогу да мечту о скоростях.
Это, в сущности, — немного.
Это, в общем-то, — пустяк. Невеликая награда.
Невысокий пьедестал.
Человеку мало надо.
Лишь бы кто-то дома ждал.

Unread post by **Alice** » 20 Sep 2023, 03:30

SeRg !$!, reminded me...

And a person needs strong tea...
And not furs, which are more expensive.
And just hear: - How I missed you!
And smile : - I missed you too...

And a person needs a house and a garden,
And two windows, and old doors.
And just to hear: - How do you like me? I’m glad!
And answer: - Oh, how I believe you!

We need a dawn... And a quiet knock on the windows.
And a faithful dog who will brighten up the evening .
And just hear: - What’s wrong with you, Friend?
And answer: - I want to straighten my shoulders.

So that our feelings are not reduced to zero,
And those who are far away have become closer and dearer.
And just hear: - I love you.
And answer: - And I am stronger than you!

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Unread post by **The passage** » 20 Sep 2023, 03:41

They were looking for love and did not find it,
They lost love and did not take care of it
“Love does not exist,” -
People said...
And they themselves...died without love...

It’s over. And not to return again
Those meetings that I waited for and avoided,
Those thoughts and that intimacy that frightened,
And sweet hopes for love.

How often do we have without appreciating
And we value only what we don’t have,
We envy others, we feel sorry for ourselves,
We blame our neighbors for our problems.
n
Not thinking how easy it is to lose
Everything that is given to us by fate,
We destroy happiness with our own hand
And we try to pick up the fragments.
n
We act bolder and... stupider,
Separation will not bring pleasure -
We do not lose feelings, but peace of mind
At the same time, making ourselves more painful.

It’s easy to advise others, it’s easy to judge -
Other people’s lives pass you by,
Your own is a fog where it’s cold alone.
But, despite this, you need to live...

I want you to forget me...
I pray for this like a miracle...
Then I didn’t have enough strength...
Say you that “us” will not exist

You know it hurts to leave
When you still love a little bit..
I desperately want to forget...
But will you forget those feelings?

And the meeting - a shiver down the back,
A heartbeat, cold palms.
What are you talking about? Come on, words are empty,
They are just a reason
At least for a moment to hold on,

Look into your eyes...
Suddenly everything will come back ?
And everything that is long gone
A disturbing pain will stir up...
I want you to forget me,
At least it won’t hurt you...
But again I don’t have enough strength
And my lips whisper: “Remember”...

I will remain a tear on the wet glass
If my temples squeeze...waiting for a sigh...
...I finally realized that I...
Without you..and with you
It’s equally bad...

(with ) Julie Wehrs

Unread post by **Pierro** » 20 Sep 2023, 12:37

Today, I see, your look is especially sad,
And your arms are especially thin, hugging your knees.
Listen: far, far away, on Lake Chad
An exquisite giraffe wanders.

He is given graceful slenderness and bliss,
And his skin is decorated with a magical pattern,
Only the moon dares to equal it,
Crushing and swaying on the moisture of wide lakes .

In the distance it is like the colored sails of a ship,
And its flight is smooth, like the joyful flight of a bird.
I know that the earth sees many wonderful things,
When at sunset he hides in a marble grotto.

I know funny tales of mysterious countries
About a black maiden, about the passion of a young leader,
But you I inhaled the heavy fog for too long,
You don’t want to believe in anything other than rain.

And how I’ll tell you about the tropical garden,
About slender palm trees, about the smell of unimaginable herbs...
—Are you crying? Listen... far away, on Lake Chad
An exquisite giraffe wanders.

(c) N. Gumilyov

Unread post by **Watchman** » 20 Sep 2023, 12:57

Poems - Oleg Russkikh, Music - Alexander Rosenbaum: “Children of Donbass”

text of the song:
I saw in a dragonfly in the yard...
I opened the door and ran barefoot,
Something thundered as if in a thunderstorm,
Everything around flew head over heels.

nMy dragonfly fell like ashes,
Our house settled like a mountain of bricks,
Mom was gone, and dad was in tears
Something terrible was screaming at the sky.
Everything was screaming, I shouted something into the sky

Clouds danced evilly above me,
The world was burning, no one put it out,
Someone in khaki carried me in their arms ,
Someone in white was cutting and sewing me.

I tried as best I could to hold back the crying,
But when, suddenly, in the ensuing silence,
The doctor suddenly began to cry
I realized that I would never become big.
I will never become big
I will never become big

nA white dove with a white wing
Into the cloudy glass
It was as if he was calling me with him
It was as if he was calling me with him

Not understandable on a bright day
It got dark outside the window
Past the pit of the house why
The sun went to spend the night
Past the pit of the house why
The sun went to spend the night
n
My summer is dying inside me,
I’m so scared that I’m screaming,
But who is to blame for this and who is not
I don’t know... yes and I don’t want to know...

I have only a little time left to endure,
And when I find myself in heaven,
I will complain to God about all of you! I’ll tell him everything about you there...
I’ll complain to God about you all
I’ll tell him everything about you there...

I don’t know who, or how, but it got through to me...

Unread post by **niqk** » 20 Sep 2023, 13:13

Watchman, I’m crazy! You and poetry are an extensional absurdity!!!

Unread post by **The passage** » 20 Sep 2023, 23:47

Never get used to love!
Don’t agree, no matter how tired you are,
So that your nightingales are silent
And so that the beautiful flowers fade.

nAnd, most importantly, never believe
That everything passes and goes away.
Yes, the stars fade, but one star
Named Love is always, always
Obligated burn in the firmament!

Never get used to love,
Exchanging happiness for habits,
Like a fire for tiny matches,
Don’t waste your time on trifles, but live fiercely!

Never get used to lips,
As if you have known them for a long time,
Just as you don’t get used to the sun and winds
nOr a downpour in the midst of roaring thunder!

Yes, in small feelings you can again and again
Meet, lose and return again,
But if suddenly you fell in love,
Getting used to it is like discoloring the blood
Or losing down to a penny at once!

Never get used to happiness!
On the contrary, illuminated with light by grief ,
Look at your love always
With lively and constant surprise.

A diamond does not obey the years
And will never turn into smallness.
Always marvel at what you
Whether it’s deserved or not is not for us to judge,
But you still got happiness in the world!

And , so that the star does not melt away from love,
Fulfill yourself with sublime art:
Don’t let your feelings fizzle out,
Never get used to happiness.

( c) Eduard Asadov.

Unread post by **SeRg !$!** » 21 Sep 2023, 03:41

Well, heart to heart, heart to heart.
Sit back comfortably and listen.
There is a man like the ocean.
And he always chooses puddles.

nAnd that’s it; thrown at their feet...
And they see for themselves that it’s worse.
But the impressions are overwhelming.
And the ocean is not needed at all.

Then a failure happens.
And instead of a puddle, it’s just dry land.
Then they go to the station.
And then they travel for many many days.

When they meet the ocean.
They say to him "listen..
I gave everything to these puddles....
You quickly heal my soul"
n
And the ocean saves everyone.
When they feel better
Then they say "Well, whatever.."
And they leave again for the puddles.

Unread post by **Bully Carrie** » 21 Sep 2023, 07:58

- Who’s knocking there at this late hour?
"Of course, I’m Findlay!"
- Go home. Everyone is sleeping with us!
"Not everyone!" said Findlay.

- How dare you come to me?
" Dare!" said Findlay.
- You won’t let me sleep until dawn!
"I won’t!" said Findlay.

- Open the gate for you...
"Come on!" said Findlay.
- You won’t let me sleep until dawn!
"Don’t I’ll give you!" - said Findlay.

- Try to let you into the house...
"Let me in!" - said Findlay.
n- You can stay all night.
"All night!" said Findlay.

- Stay with you one night...
"Stay!" said Findlay.
- You will find your way to me again.
"I will!" said Findlay.

— About the fact that I will be with you...
"With me!" said Findlay.
—Be silent until the lid of the grave!
n"It’s coming!" said Findlay.

By Robert Burns, translated by S.Ya. Marshak

Unread post by **Pierro** » 25 Sep 2023, 12:02

In the remote state farm "Pobeda"
There was a shabby old "ZIL",
And with him was Stepan Griboedov,
And he carried water on the "ZIL".

He coped with the job perfectly,
He was drunk as usual.
In a word, he was an ordinary person
Water carrier Stepan Griboyedov.

After the bath, he ran to the dance.
He would still be groping women,
But he had a session in the village
An outstanding hypnotist.

On a spit-stained small stage
He literally worked miracles.
The men expressed doubt
And the women stared.

He is above the dark people laughed.
And then, to check the deception,
Water carrier Stepan Griboyedov rose from the last row.

He calmly entered the stage,
And instantly he was struck by
Hypnotic, experienced gaze,
Like a Finnish sharpened knife.

And familiar faces floated,
And had an unprecedented dream:
He sees the sky of Austerlitz,
He is not Styopka, but Napoleon!

He saw his squadrons,
He heard peals shooting,
He noticed other people’s banners
In the eyepiece of the telescope.

But he easily assessed the position
And with the movement of an imperious hand
Gave the order to start the battle
And sent the regiments to attack.

Scorched with hot passion
He beat the regimental drum.
He was frantic he is Bonaparte -
Water carrier Griboedov Stepan.

Cannonballs sang, and in the flames of battle
It was suffered by his own and his enemies.
He spat words of prayer
Unfamiliar to the French gods.

That’s all. The fight is over. Victory.
The enemy is defeated. Guardsmen, Sabbath!
Stepan Griboedov swayed,
And a momentary whim flew away.

On the spit-stained stage of the district club
He stood as he had stood before for a while.
And his yellow teeth were bared at him
An outstanding hypnotist.

He returned home in the evening
And he sank the moonshine until the morning.
The smell of buckshot could be heard everywhere
And everywhere they shouted “Hurray!”

They only realized about it on Wednesday.
The door was broken down and they entered the hut.
And the water carrier Griboyedov was looking at them,
Smiling, he looked from the noose.

He looked with blue eyes.
The cocked hat fell from his hands.
And he was wearing a tear-stained
Imperial gray frock coat.

(c) SashBash "Griboedov’s Waltz"

Unread post by **Alice** » 25 Sep 2023, 12:47

Oh, they reminded me...

There is a road along the Chuysky tract,
There are a lot of drivers driving along it.
There was one desperate, strict one there.
His name was Kolka, Snegirev.

He was a three-ton AMO car,
He loved his own sister like his own.
Chuya tract to the Mongolian border
nHe studied his AMO.

And Raya worked at the Ford,
And often over the Chuya River
The green Ford and Kolkina AMO
They rushed somewhere like an arrow.

Kolka fell in love with Raechka deeply,
And no matter what places he visited,
On potholes and on the dusty road
"Ford" green eyes searched.

And one day Kolka confessed to her,
Only Raya was harsh.
nShe just looked with a grin,
And ran her hand over the Ford:

"Listen, Kolya, I’ll tell you this:
You, you probably love me.
When AMO drives my Ford,
Then Raechka will be yours.

From a long trip from Altai
Kolya was driving home one day.
A fast "Ford" and cheerful Raya
They rushed past AMO like an arrow.

That’s when Kolya’s heart skipped a beat -
He remembered the agreement with Raechka.
And immediately the cars rushed off,
And the engine began to sing its song.

I don’t care about all the cliffs, potholes,
Nikolai saw nothing,
Step by step closer and closer
The heavy AMO "Ford" was catching up.

Another moment - and the cars caught up,
Kolka suddenly saw Raechka,
He turned around and shouted: "Eh, Raya!" -
And for a moment he forgot about the steering wheel...
n
"AMO" couldn’t cope with the turn,
And suddenly fell into the water of the river
So Snegirev died in the waves of Chuya
Without asking Raisa for her hand... .

People paid tribute to the driver:
He never knew luck in love,
On the grave there is a broken headlight
And a bent steering wheel from AMO. ..

Since then, the impregnable Paradise
Does not fly over the cliff like an arrow.
She rides quietly, as if she was tired,
Only the steering wheel keeps her strong hand...

Unread post by **sensitive** » 25 Sep 2023, 17:25

Love! - like this word,
Although it is no longer new to me,
It excites and outrages the mind!
In the light of day, in the fog of the night,
She appears before the eyes,
I am full of playful thoughts about her.
Well, it seems
That Atlas’s thighs
I hear under my hand,
And the rustle of a lifted shirt,
And the gaze of a blushing cutie,
And the trembling of a young breast...
G. Derzhavin

Unread post by **SeRg !$!** » 25 Sep 2023, 23:29

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Это утро, радость эта,
Это мощь и дня и света,
Этот синий свод,
Этот крик и вереницы,
Эти стаи, эти птицы,
Этот говор вод...

Афанасий Фет

Unread post by **SeRg !$!** » 27 Sep 2023, 23:02

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Своей любви перебирая даты,
Я не могу представить одного,
Что ты чужою мне была когда-то
И о тебе не знал я ничего.

Какие бы ни миновали сроки
И сколько б я ни исходил земли,
Мне вновь и вновь благословлять дороги,
Что нас с тобою к встрече привели.

Unread post by **Alice** » 28 Sep 2023, 00:18

When we meet you,
Let it be one day,
Let it be snow, let it be the summer heat—
It doesn’t matter anymore.

When the touch of a hand –
Goosebumps into the skin,
And the pulse does not beat the temples with pain,
But with a sweet trembling.

The soul breaks into a cry,
And the evening fades away...
Thank you for the short moment
Wish you a welcome meeting.

Galina Kuzmina

Unread post by **SeRg !$!** » 28 Sep 2023, 00:47

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Мой уставший Ангел, потерпи чуть-чуть
Нам с тобой достался, ох, нелёгкий путь.
В этой жизни сложной Ты всегда со мной:
Через все ненастья за моей спиной.

Ангел мой небесный, не рыдай, не плачь.
Сколько мы с тобою знали неудач?
Ангел мой всесильный, крылья расправляй!
И меня, как прежде, снова заслоняй.

Вместе все дороги трудные прошли.
Мой хороший Ангел, ты меня прости!
Нам с тобой немного нужно отдохнуть,
А потом всё снова: в Жизнь, в Дорогу, в Путь...

Нас двоих с тобою бедам не сломить
Сильные, как прежде, мы продолжим жить.
Ангел мой, крылами нежно обними
И меня для самых близких сбереги...

Я шепчу "Спасибо" Господу в мольбе...
Сам с собой оставшись в тёмной тишине.
Чувствую Тебя я за своей спиной.
Ангел мой, Спасибо, что опять со мной!

Unread post by **SeRg !$!** » 29 Sep 2023, 03:37

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Ты так близко и так далеко,
Проникаешь ты в мысли мои,
И порой мне безумно легко,
Словно в миг оживают мечты.

И твой смех проникает в меня,
И тобой все наполнены дни,
И уже не узнать мне себя,
Ни себя и ни чувства свои.

Ты так близко и так далеко...
На другом берегу через пропасть,
Пусть её перепрыгнуть легко,
Но мешает проклятая гордость.

Ты так близко и так далеко...
Я стою на обрыве у края,
Дальше бездна, и в ней глубоко,
Вижу двери открытые рая.

Невозможно! Ты так далеко!
Я молчу и себя проклинаю...
Один шаг и всё будет легко...
Но куда мне шагнуть? Я не знаю...

Unread post by **Alice** » 02 Oct 2023, 03:55

It happened somehow suddenly: two people,
He and She, found a love paradise,
In a simple mid-century hotel,
Where they once went for an hour...

Having left work early that day,
Having lied to their relatives about what they needed on business,
Drowning in love and passion without falsehood,
They surrendered to feelings and words...

And it doesn’t matter that in Paradise the curtains
They have long been worn out, and the carpet has peeled off...
Only the whisper of lips, and shadows like chimeras,
And two hearts have a rhythmic conversation...

Two greedy bodies merged in a rush
Crazy passion that has been sleeping all my life
There is no stopping it, and in this explosion -
Only moans and words of recognition...

How quickly time melts away recklessly,
It’s dark outside the windows, it’s time to run home...
But how leave, separate?.. It’s unclear...
When they can’t separate the lips of lovers!..

Lovers... how much there is in this word
Warmth and affection , tenderness, love...
But there is a lot of unspeakable pain in him,
And hopelessness, and bitterness in the blood...

And these, having said goodbye at the threshold,
They will definitely return to their Paradise...
There are always a lot of roads before us,
But only one - to love!.. Choose it!
Irina Mayskaya
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Unread post by **SeRg !$!** » 02 Oct 2023, 04:40

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Женщина — с нами, когда мы рождаемся,
Женщина — с нами в последний наш час.
Женщина — знамя, когда мы сражаемся,
Женщина — радость раскрывшихся глаз.
Первая наша влюбленность и счастие,
В лучшем стремлении — первый привет.
В битве за право — огонь соучастия,
Женщина — музыка.
Женщина — свет.

Unread post by **Pierro** » 02 Oct 2023, 10:16

Long winters and summers will never merge:
They have different habits and a completely different appearance.
It is not accidental that there are two roads on earth - this one and this one,
This one strains the legs, this one stirs the soul .

This woman in the window in a pink dress
claims that it is impossible to live in separation without tears,
because there are two roads in front of her - this and that ,
that one is beautiful, but in vain, this one, apparently, is serious.

Even if you crash, even if you die, you won’t find a truer answer,
where would our passions go they didn’t lead you and me,
there are always two roads ahead - this one and this one,
without which it is impossible, like without heaven and earth.

(c) B. Okudzhava

Unread post by **Venus** » 02 Oct 2023, 10:31

It’s not the Muse who puts water in her mouth.
It must be the young man who takes a deep sleep.
And waving a blue handkerchief after her
runs a steam roller on his chest.

And don’t stand up, neither in a crooked way, nor in other words
like firewood back into the aspen system.
And with your eyes your face spreads across the pillowcase
like an egg in a frying pan.

Are you hot under the cloth of six
blankets in that fishpond, where - Lord forgive me -
like a fish - the air, with a damp lip
I grabbed it , what was you then?

I would have sewn hare ears to my face,
I would have swallowed lead in the forests for you,
but also in the black pond of bad snag
I would have floated up before you, as the “Varyag” could not.

But, apparently, it was not fate, and the years were not the same.
And already gray hair I’m ashamed to say where.
More long veins than blood for them,
and the thoughts of dead bushes are crooked.

We are parting with you forever, my friend.
Draw a simple circle on paper.
This will be me: nothing inside.
Look at it - and then erase it.

(c) Joseph Brodsky

Unread post by **Wool** » 02 Oct 2023, 10:52

She’s not like that, I know, I know
The essence of her did not accept her vices
She stands out from the singing flock
Villains cannot fan the intrigue

nIn her eyes there is cunning, and severity, and flame
When she sings musicals, she ignites
In ordinary pop music everything immediately fades away
The melody should blaze like a banner
And the text that doesn’t let her fall asleep during the chorus

She gracefully changes clothes
For each song there is a separate style
Her wardrobe will not fit into the carriage
With her figure, everyone involuntarily confusing
She’s not like that, I know, I know.

My

Unread post by **Pierro** » 02 Oct 2023, 10:54

Bolbol: ↑02 Oct 2023, 10:52Моё

ах!

Unread post by **SeRg !$!** » 03 Oct 2023, 05:20

It was not the wind, blowing from above, that touched the leaves on the moonlit night;
You touched my soul -
It is as restless as leaves,
It is like a harp, multi-stringed.
The whirlwind of life tormented her
And with a crushing attack,
Whistling and howling, it tore the strings
And covered it with cold snow.
Your speech caresses the ear,
Your light touch,
Like fluff from flowers,
Like a breath of May night...

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Unread post by **Alice** » 03 Oct 2023, 05:48

Why are you quiet there? I don’t break dishes
I just won’t love for two
Don’t look like that and don’t ruin the weather
Take your suitcase and pack freedom

nWhat is your “sorry”? There’s no point
The dusty shelves over there are all filled with them
Why are you quiet there? Go away - I’ll forget
I won’t love more for two

Love is pain and I got over you
I’m tired of your promises
Forget all that what happened between us
I don’t know how I fell in love with you

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