Andrey Dementyev is a poet whose poems about women are imbued with sincerity, tenderness, and subtle lyricism. His heroines are not just images, but living, feeling beings, the embodiment of beauty, wisdom, and spiritual strength. In his poetry, women appear as muse, friend, mother, and beloved\u2014in various guises, but always with deep respect and admiration. These poems are a declaration of love for all things feminine, for their ability to give warmth and hope. They provoke reflection on eternal values and the role of women in every person's life.<\/p>\n
\nI didn't love you... And then one day I woke up and saw you with me. In your eyes - bottomless landscapes, In your smile - a light that gives another world. And I realized that my life is empty Without the whisper of hair, without warmth. You are a quiet melody, simple, But in it lies all the depth of my dreams. I didn't know it was possible to love and believe so much, That one could dissolve in the bliss of eyes. You are my angel, sent to me, believe me, And I am ready to give you my whole life now.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nDo you remember how in the cafe we...<\/h2>\n
\nDo you remember how we quietly sipped tea in a caf\u00e9, And the first snow swirled outside the window? You said something casually, And I caught your gentle, light run. Your words sounded like music, They were so full of light, joy, and dreams. And in that moment I realized I was falling in love, With your pure image, full of bright roses. Now that winter has long since melted, I recall that magical hour. And I know that you are my dream, That without you I simply cannot rise.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nTenderness<\/h2>\n
\nTenderness is the quiet whisper of the wind, A warm ray of sun in your palms. Tenderness is what trusts the heart, And retreats the sad clouds. Tenderness is a look filled with compassion, And a light touch of a hand. Tenderness is the eternal storm, In which all my longings are drowned. You are the embodiment of tenderness and light, My love, my hope and destiny. And though the years fly by inexorably, Your tenderness never fades.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nYou are like the melody of rain<\/h2>\n
\nYou are like the melody of rain, That quietly pours outside the window. In you there is sadness and beauty, And a mystery that draws one in later. You are like the dawn, like moonlight, Like the whisper of grass in the stillness of the night. You are my only answer, To all the questions in this wilderness. In your eyes is the universe, In your smile is a ray of sunshine. You are my joy, my spring, And I strive for you, like a traveler to a spring.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nPortrait<\/h2>\n
\nYour tender image is on canvas, filled with mystery, sadness, and light. Your gaze is deep and serene, and your smile is a quiet greeting. The artist's brush froze, instantly capturing your wondrous moment. And my soul came alive, meeting your spring in colors. This portrait is my joy, holding the warmth of your hands. And in it lies my entire reward, my beloved, tender friend.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMeeting<\/h2>\n
\nMeeting you is like a miracle of miracles, Like a long-awaited ray of light in the pitch darkness. Your eyes gleam with heavenly wonder, And I drown in your magical haze. I don't know what awaits me along the way, But I know for sure \u2013 you are always with me. And my heart will blossom with joy When I see your eyes. You are my muse, my inspiration, My love, my hope and my dream. And in this world full of change, You are the one I need so much.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nLetter<\/h2>\n
\nI write to you as if in a dream, Words fly like birds in the sky. In them are all my confessions and prayers, And the faith that you are my destiny. I remember everything - your voice, your laughter, Your eyes that look deep into the soul. And success lights up in my heart, When I think of you in the silence. Let this letter be just the beginning, Of our love that will live forever. And may fate give us many, Beautiful days to love together.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAutumn evening<\/h2>\n
\nThe autumn evening is quiet and golden, the leaves swirl in a slow dance. And you sit, pensive and pure, with light in your heart and romance in your thoughts. Your eyes are like two autumn lakes, reflecting sadness and sorrow. But I will come, dispel all worries, and settle in your heart. We will watch the sunset together, and listen to the whisper of the wind in the silence. And even though the years fly by like falling leaves, my love will remain within you.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nYour hands<\/h2>\n
\nYour hands are warmth and inspiration, They contain strength, tenderness, and peace. They give me comfort When my soul is wounded by fate. I remember every touch, As if touching a dream. In your hands is my salvation, And I drown in your love, believe me. They know how to caress and warm, And support me in difficult times. And I am ready to give you my whole life, For these hands that are so dear to me.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nWinter's Tale<\/h2>\n
\nA winter fairytale swirls outside the window, Snowflakes dance in the moonlight. And you sit, your heart quietly grieving, Waiting for a miracle, in the winter net. I will bring you a bouquet of daisies, And sing you a quiet song. And in this moment, amidst the winter hustle and bustle, I give you all my dreams. We will celebrate the New Year together, And believe that happiness lies ahead. And may fate bestow upon us only good, And may our love know neither boundaries nor sorrow.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nEvening walk<\/h2>\n
\nAn evening stroll under the moon, two silhouettes in the silence of the night. You're near, and my soul sings, and my heart speaks only of love. We talk casually, and look into the starry sky, into the distance. And in this moment I understand, know this, that you are my destiny, my sorrow. But this sorrow is bright and tender, it reminds me of you. And I'm ready to love boundlessly all my life, and to be always, always only with you.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nYour image<\/h2>\n
\nYour image is forever frozen in my heart, like a picture from a dream. It contains tenderness, beauty, and bright ardor, and all my hopes and bridges. I remember everything \u2013 your voice, your gaze, your smile that gives me warmth. And in this moment I understand, I am glad, that you are with me, that you are my wing. You are my muse, my inspiration, my love, my hope and dream. And in this world full of change, you are the only one who is so needed.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSilence<\/h2>\n
\nSilence all around, only the beating of my heart in my chest, And in this silence \u2013 your tender image. I recall our days, And scarlet hair blooms in my heart. You are near, and my soul sings, And the world around me becomes brighter. And I am ready to give my whole life to you, For this moment, for this silence with you. Let time fly inexorably, But you are forever in my heart. And I will love you innocently, And believe that you are my destiny.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nParting<\/h2>\n
\nFarewell is sadness and silence, And pain in the heart, and emptiness in the thoughts. But I hope that fate is true, And we will see each other again, someday, then. I remember everything - your voice, your gaze, Your smile that gives me warmth. And in this moment I understand, I'm glad that you were with me, that you are my wing. Let time heal wounds and sorrows, But you are forever in my heart. And I will love you as far as I can, And believe that you are my destiny.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Andrey Dementyev is a poet whose poems about women are imbued with sincerity, tenderness, and subtle lyricism. His heroines are not just images, but living, feeling beings...<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[59],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-135421","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135421","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=135421"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135421\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":136853,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135421\/revisions\/136853"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=135421"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=135421"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=135421"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}