poems [Theme]

I wrote poems about it.

The pain I'm destined to endure.

Be healthy and calm. Don't force yourself and don't force yourself into anything. Poems, success - all these are little things. Everything always comes in the end, just not in the order you think. The most important thing is the whole.

In my opinion, it’s time to archive other people’s poems about love, which, like broken records, are downloaded across the Internet from public to public, from page to page, where people who have not lived these emotions stupidly like them, turning them into tired, vulgar garbage.

When love comes, the poems go away.

Poems are a slideshow of screenshots.

It is important what state the soul was in!

These are sincere poems.

Just think, for more than a year we were starved, killed by shells and bombs, and we write poetry, publish magazines and read. We read greedily and avidly.

Not to say that she madly loved solitude. It was rather LONELINESS that loved her, and she allowed HIM to do it. It happened that she would wrap herself in silence, close herself from the world with a barn lock, and here IT was - falling through the window in all its glory and with a wonderful aroma. Sometimes she smiled at HIM, and sometimes she met HIM with a dissatisfied face, but she was always happy with HIM. With HIM she could write poetry, draw... think about the people who were or are in her life. Sometimes she even missed HIM... missed and waited for IT to burst in again without warning, ruffle her hair, and allow her lips to smile.

Every time miracles happen here, poetry is read.

Why not know her at all?

These are cats!

It's been pretty hard to write poetry this fall. I'm suffering... Perhaps it's the muse, or rather the lack of it? And I don’t really feel like writing. And even if I write, it’s all wrong...