The present is not a starting point for the future, nor an echo of the past. It is a fine line between anticipation and memory, where every breath is filled with the sense of life here and now. These poems are an attempt to capture fleeting states, to see beauty in the ordinary, to hear the quiet voice of the heart in the noise of modern reality. They are about what happens to us while we live, about our small victories and great losses, about love, loneliness, and the search for meaning.
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The city is sleeping
The streetlights are lost in the gray haze, the city sleeps, cloaked in silence. Only cars are visible in the distance, like shadows in an unearthly night. Every house has its own bustle, dreams and secrets, hopes and fears. But now there is only peace and dreams, and silence in the frozen houses.
Reflection
I see a strange face in the mirror, Like a mask thrown over life. I search for echoes of a ring in it, Of my soul, hidden like a prize. But the more I try to understand, The more I get lost in the web. It's impossible to see myself, In this world of illusions, forgive me. The truth is somewhere far away, Beyond the boundaries of deception and lies. You just need to trust the river, And go with the flow, without trembling.
Empty streets
Autumn has enveloped the city in sadness, Yellow leaves swirl in the silence. The parks' cheerful hustle and bustle has faded, And only the wind blows through the gloom. Empty streets, gray asphalt, Houses receding into the distance. In this silence, only a waltz can be heard, And the sadness of fading flowers. It seems time has slowed, In anticipation of winter wonders. And this sadness holds its secret, A beauty born without weight. But even in this beauty there is a longing, For warmth, for love, for dreams. And the hope that spring will come again, And melt the cold from the forests.
Morning light
A ray of sun touched the earth, awakening us from the night's silence. Lights began to play in the windows, new hopes and confessions blossomed. Morning gives us a fresh charge of energy, vigor, and strength. And to forget all the hardships and hell that troubled and destroyed us yesterday.
Conversation with the Rain
I have a leisurely conversation with the rain, about life, about love, about loss. It whispers to me something long ago, about secrets kept in the heavens. It pours its tears on the cities, washing away all sorrows and sins. And in this sadness there is its own beauty, and a silence that heals melancholy. It says that everything will pass like a dream, that the pain will subside, and peace will come. And that love is an eternal law, that rules the world like an elixir. And I believe the rain, its words, in its wisdom and quiet beauty. It is my faithful friend, it is my talisman, in this world full of vanity.
Silence
In silence, sounds dissolve, and the world freezes in silent peace. In this silence, there is no torment, no fear, no pain, no evil. Only the heart beats in unison, with the breath of the universe, with its destiny. And in this silence, I found peace and harmony with myself.
Loneliness on the Internet
In a virtual world of thousands of faces, I feel as lonely as a beast. Among the likes, comments, and replies, true friendship is nowhere to be found. We build castles of pixels and words, trying to fill the void inside. But it's just an illusion, a deception, a veil that hides our pain and shame. And I want to break free from these walls, breathe fresh air, see the world. Find someone who will be faithful, and share joy and admiration with them.
Old Park
In the old park, where the shadows of the trees hold memories of years past. Here, lovers strolled, as before, and whispered tender greetings to each other. Benches remember touches, and glances full of love and passion. And the leaves whisper their songs, of eternal beauty and of misfortune. Here, time slows down, and you can forget all your worries. Inhale the scent of flowers and bliss, and enjoy the peace and comfort. But even in this silence there is a longing, for lost youth and dreams. And the hope that spring will come again, and fill the park with new flowers.
A chance meeting
In a crowd of unfamiliar faces and destinies, I met you as if in a dream. And my heart began to beat as if for the first time it saw light in the darkness. Your eyes are like two oceans, I can drown in them without fear. Your smile, like a ray of early sunshine, warms the soul like dawn.
Forgotten letters
In an old chest, covered in dust, I found letters I'd long forgotten. In them are words of love, hope, and strength, And your image, which I kept in my heart. I reread every line, And relived those days and years. And I realized that love is not just a period, But an entire era that has passed. And even though we are not together now, But the memory of you will live on. In these letters, in this sadness, in this song, And in my heart that will love. And I will keep them like a talisman, As a reminder of our love. And I will read them again myself, In silence, remembering you.
Night city
In the city at night, full of lights, I walk alone, searching for myself. Amid the noise and bustle of the day, I try to find the truth through love. The streetlights illuminate my path, and are reflected in the wet puddles. In this city, you can breathe, and forget all your worries and torments.
Echo of the past
In old, yellowed photographs, I see faces long gone. And memories, like the wind, burst into my soul and swirl. Echoes of the past resound in the silence, reminding me of joys and sorrows. And I long to return to those days, where there was happiness and no pain. But time marches on inexorably, and nothing can be brought back. Only the memory of the past lives on, and warms the soul like a fragrance. And I will cherish these memories, like a precious gift of fate. And I will live without forgetting, those who were with me, and those who have gone to heaven.
First snow
The first snow falls quietly from the sky, covering the earth with a white carpet. And this snow has its own charm, both magic and quiet mayhem. It seems to erase all traces, of past mistakes and regrets. And gives us hope and dreams, and faith in the best, without a doubt.
Broken Dreams
Broken dreams, like shards of glass, wound the soul, causing pain. And it seems that life has passed, and nothing remains but ashes. But even in this pain there is light, and the opportunity to start all over again. And build a new world, without troubles, and find my happiness, without tiredness. And I will collect the fragments of my dreams, and glue them together, like a mosaic of life. And I will create a new image of beauty, and I will live, not fearing whims. And let the past remain in the past, and the future will be bright and pure. And I will believe in the best, perhaps, and that all dreams come true quickly.
Morning coffee
The aroma of coffee fills the house, waking from the slumber of the night. And the world becomes a bright circle, giving hope for a new day. In every cup there is warmth and comfort, and the opportunity to dream a little. And to forget all the worries and torments, and enjoy life like a god.