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Стихи - Haikus Written during the Creative Writing Workshop
In the summertime
The dew shines like diamonds
Cast from the heaven.
Minutes pass away,
Bringing closer the date of
My mournful decease.
Women are like fruits:
The sweetest grow on the top,
And can’t be reached by midgets.
February, 2010
The dew shines like diamonds
Cast from the heaven.
Minutes pass away,
Bringing closer the date of
My mournful decease.
Women are like fruits:
The sweetest grow on the top,
And can’t be reached by midgets.
February, 2010
Автор: JoanBlack
Стихи - To A.G
You will never know that
You were like a dream in my life.
You will never know that
I did not assume that I need you so much.
You will never know that
Every day I am writing to you.
You will never know that
It is not so easy to let you go.
All is Okay.
I will never cry.
I will smile
Looking in the sky.
We have a lot of time
To find our way.
Who knows
What awaits us in the future.
But I believe that
All these years
You felt my support.
I let you go,
I let you go forever...
You were like a dream in my life.
You will never know that
I did not assume that I need you so much.
You will never know that
Every day I am writing to you.
You will never know that
It is not so easy to let you go.
All is Okay.
I will never cry.
I will smile
Looking in the sky.
We have a lot of time
To find our way.
Who knows
What awaits us in the future.
But I believe that
All these years
You felt my support.
I let you go,
I let you go forever...
Автор: ot6elnica
Стихи - The Game of Life
I play the game - the Game of Life,
I cannot find the end,
But I stay calm and I enjoy
The "birth-and-dying" Band
And then, just after sixteen years,
When I am kind of man,
After a year of whiner talks,
The Brightening gives me Hand
I learned, what said the Jesus Christ,
Cause Bible is misunderstood,
It's good for those who rules the Land,
It's kind of stuff or selling goods
And now I am the Light of Love,
I'm going to Abundance,
And now I know the mean of Life,
It came to...
I cannot find the end,
But I stay calm and I enjoy
The "birth-and-dying" Band
And then, just after sixteen years,
When I am kind of man,
After a year of whiner talks,
The Brightening gives me Hand
I learned, what said the Jesus Christ,
Cause Bible is misunderstood,
It's good for those who rules the Land,
It's kind of stuff or selling goods
And now I am the Light of Love,
I'm going to Abundance,
And now I know the mean of Life,
It came to...
Автор: listengort888
Стихи - Why do you cry? Thomas Anders перевод
You know, my girl,
I need you to write my story.
You love to fly
But now you are by my side.
It’s you I need,
And there is no point in worrying.
Time to decide
Say Hi or Good Bye
Why...
Why do you cry,
Wonderful lady?
Why do you cry
Fighting a fear?
Why do you cry?
Just tell me why?
I’m like a blind
Running behind you.
How many people
Just wanna be friends of mine
How many girls
I’ve known in my life
Why do you cry
Open your mind
Give me your palm, I can't live without...
I need you to write my story.
You love to fly
But now you are by my side.
It’s you I need,
And there is no point in worrying.
Time to decide
Say Hi or Good Bye
Why...
Why do you cry,
Wonderful lady?
Why do you cry
Fighting a fear?
Why do you cry?
Just tell me why?
I’m like a blind
Running behind you.
How many people
Just wanna be friends of mine
How many girls
I’ve known in my life
Why do you cry
Open your mind
Give me your palm, I can't live without...
Автор: mik808
Стихи - Abraham Moses Klein. Portrait of the Poet As Landscape
Для редактора,
озабоченного передовицей,
он никто, какой-то Джон Мильтон,
затерявшийся на литературной обочине.
Актриса глицериновую слезу
из-за него не проливала ни разу.
О нем хранит молчание
радио и телевещание.
Нет ни досье, ни файлов секретных.
Нет псевдонимов народу известных.
Никому не интересно
узнать его настоящее имя.
Жив ли он, мертв ли он,
не проверяет никто.
Возможно в чулане
детективы найдут его труп
с разбитым лицом,
с открытыми глазами...
озабоченного передовицей,
он никто, какой-то Джон Мильтон,
затерявшийся на литературной обочине.
Актриса глицериновую слезу
из-за него не проливала ни разу.
О нем хранит молчание
радио и телевещание.
Нет ни досье, ни файлов секретных.
Нет псевдонимов народу известных.
Никому не интересно
узнать его настоящее имя.
Жив ли он, мертв ли он,
не проверяет никто.
Возможно в чулане
детективы найдут его труп
с разбитым лицом,
с открытыми глазами...
Автор: szemtsov
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