Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
“A Friend for Life”
No bond compares to canine grace,The wagging tail, the happy face.Through years together, come what may,Their love endures from day to day.Dog Week..
© Dog Week
“The Silent Teacher”
They teach us how to simply be,To cherish love unconditionally.Through playful leaps or quiet gaze,They fill our hearts in countless ways.Dog Week..
© Dog Week
“Loyal Hearts”
In every bark, a story told,Of trust and warmth more dear than gold.Through trials, laughter, joy, and pain,A dog’s devotion will remain.No judgment..
© Dog Week
“Through Fields and Time”
Running through meadows, free and fast,Each moment precious, meant to last.Through storms and sunshine, dark and bright,They lead us gently toward..
© Dog Week
“Paws of Comfort”
Soft paws across the wooden floor,A gentle nudge, a loving snore.In sorrow’s night or joy’s delight,A dog’s presence makes the world feel right.They..
© Dog Week
“Unspoken Bond”
A dog sits by the evening light,Eyes so gentle, calm, and bright.No words are needed, none at all,Their quiet love can fill the hall.Through years of..
© Dog Week
“Hare and Hope”
In winter’s chill or springtime bloom,The rabbit dances, banishing gloom.A symbol of both life and cheer,Its tiny heart beats bright and clear.Hope..
© Rabbit day
“The Silent Messenger”
No words they speak, no trumpet’s call,Yet rabbits tell us most of all.That kindness thrives in quiet ways,And joy is found in fleeting days.So..
© Rabbit day
“Of Fur and Freedom”
Soft paws upon the forest floor,A fleeting shadow, then no more.Yet every leap, both swift and free,Reminds the world what life can be.Though small..
© Rabbit day
“Gentle Eyes”
Those gentle eyes that meet the dawn,A world of wonder softly drawn.No roar, no rage, no needless fight,Just calm and courage in their sight.They hop..
© Rabbit day
“Burrowed Secrets”
Beneath the earth, a hidden home,Where little hearts in silence roam.Soft fur, warm burrow, quiet grace,A secret world beneath this place.We watch..
© Rabbit day
“Hops of Life”
In meadows green where sunlight falls,The rabbit leaps and softly calls.A fleeting shadow, swift and small,Yet life is gentle after all.Through grass..
© Rabbit day
To The Londoners
(From the 'In the Fortieth Year')1940The twenty-fourth drama of ShakespeareTime's writing with its indifferent hand.We, selves, the guests of the..
© Anna Akhmatova
We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye
We don't know how to say good-byeWe wander on, shoulder by shoulder.Already the sun is going down.You're moody, I am your shadow.Let's step inside a..
© Anna Akhmatova
When I Write Poems
When I'm embraced by airy inspiration,I am a bridge between the sky and earth.Of all what heart high-values in creationI am a king, when breathing..
© Anna Akhmatova
To Fall Ill As One Should, Deliriously
To fall ill as one should, deliriouslyHot, meet everyone again,To stroll broad avenues in the seashore gardenFull of the wind and the sun.Even the..
© Anna Akhmatova
One Goes In Straightforward Ways
One goes in straightforward ways,One in a circle roams:Waits for a girl of his gone days,Or for returning home.But I do go -- and woe is there --By a..
© Anna Akhmatova
I Was Born In The Right Time, In Whole
I was born in the right time, in whole,Only this time is one that is blessed,But great God did not let my poor soulLive without deceit on this..
© Anna Akhmatova
To Boris Pasternak
It ceased – the voice, inimitable here,The peer of groves left forever us,He changed himself into eternal ear...Into the rain, of that sang more than..
© Anna Akhmatova
Reading 'Hamlet'
1The lot by the graves was a dusty hot land;The river behind -- blue and cool.You told me, 'Well, go to a convent,Or go marry a fool...'Princes..
© Anna Akhmatova
Sunshine Has Filled The Room
Sunshine has filled the roomwith clear golden specks of dust.I woke up and remembered,dear, it was your birthday.But far beyond my windowssnow has..
© Anna Akhmatova
Rachel
When Jacob and Rachel met for the first time,He bowed to her like a humble wayfarer.The herds were raising hot dust to the skies,The little well's..
© Anna Akhmatova
You, Who Was Born For Poetry's Creation
You, who was born for poetry's creation,Do not repeat the sayings of the ancients.Though, maybe, our Poetry, itself,Is just a single beautiful..
© Anna Akhmatova
To The Many
I -- am your voice, the warmth of your breath,I -- am the reflection of your face,The futile trembling of futile wings,I am with you to he end, in..
© Anna Akhmatova
You'Ll Live, But I'Ll Not; Perhaps
You'll live, but I'll not; perhaps,The final turn is that.Oh, how strongly grabs usThe secret plot of fate.They differently shot us:Each creature has..
© Anna Akhmatova