Short birthday greetings in verse. Short birthday greetings in verse Poems about peace short on 4 lines

For these four lines
I'll give myself everything
I tear my soul into pieces in them
And I throw it at Your feet!

How would we live in the world?
What if there was no love?
Children would grow up without fathers
People would die out of boredom...

I am all autumn, you are all spring,
I'm all grey, you're clear!
It's not destiny for us to be together,
Between us death is winter...

And love is such a thing -
And so complex, and so simple,
Why is she like flour?
Breaks our hearts! ?

I'm walking like a homeless person
Dog in the rain
Love not divided
To my heart with a knife...

My future is uncertain
My past is a fog
The present is a mistake
And my love is a deception...

Love brings inspiration
Takes feelings to heights
And even a bitter fall
Her beauty doesn't spoil her.

The candle fire is trembling, burning,
The fire of a star incinerates,
The fire of the soul elevates everything,
The fire of love absorbs all three!

In the autumn she crept silently,
In winter I yawned and slept,
And in the spring, thunderstorms tearing off the roofs,
Love burst into our hearts!

I passed my trembling hand
On my cheek
And a ringing slap
She told me everything...

You've already forgotten my name,
Our short, school novel.
Without you, the whole world is like a desert to me,
And love is like a death trap...

Hate you! But more
I hate being without you.
Loneliness is twice as bad
Once you lose before you find it...

I know you're lying, but how sweet
Let yourself be deceived!
And you yourself don’t feel disgusted,
To love me without love?

Love gives freedom
And flight for the soul,
But to please jealousy
Revenge tears our wings...

I hate and love
I curse and endure
Life is awkward,
All woven into yours!

Don't think that love has passed,
Don't cry and don't consider yourself forgotten,
Until you go into eternity,
Hope the door stays open!

Stole my soul
And plunged into hell
But I won't be afraid
I'm glad for love!

The seventh circle of hell -
Love's first circle
There's no need to grieve
More to come!

Here, I remember everything about love:
What passion, what strength!
I would love someone else
It's a pity love forgot about me...

Love-spring has faded,
Summer has rolled by
Autumn has become so bitter,
What a mercy winter is...

Leave!
Do not want to see you!
And take all your things,
Whatever it is, what to hate!

He sits at home, as if in a cage,
Dreaming of love.
But she won't find anything like this
Who is always locked up...

Again the day will give an opportunity,
Meet you in the city.
The thing that torments your heart at night
It will become the center of life.

From a young age you took care of your honor
And she didn’t follow anyone’s lead.
She lived to old age, but there was melancholy in her eyes,
No love, no joy and all alone...

On the back of the bed, without any decency
Your dress, tights and bra are flying.
At the speed of light, I took off my panties,
Laughing, she tore the blanket off me...

Too smart to ask
Too stupid to forget
Too callous to forgive
Too proud to love!

Whether alive or dead,
I don't care.
Memory, worn out to holes
I forgot your face...

Sex wouldn't care about love,
Yes, love wanted to find sensuality.
I didn’t start out boldly, but then I got carried away.
I understand what's going on! Sex is her power!

Discord of soul and body.
My body had me as it wanted!
I want to love with my soul, but here's the thing -
The body doesn't care about the soul...

Love is given to us as redemption
All our life's sins,
She is both pain and pleasure,
And sweet is the captivity of her chains...

I won't open it to anyone,
I will wait for your steps.
The expectation is like this
I am ready to bear the cross.

The last hope is spent
All for you alone,
And you walked along it carelessly,
I just laughed as I walked...

About love, in four lines
It's not difficult to write
It's hard to put points in life...
You can make a mistake.

Words words words...
There is magic and miracle in them,
They cannot be fully comprehended,
Love without words is a dish without salt!

We parted forever
Without saying no or yes.
The years fly to nowhere -
I'm alone and you're alone...

We met at the apartment.
I can't take my eyes off,
Two hearts in the human desert
Fell on the mattress!

Don't leave, don't hide, don't hide,
Don't call anyone for help.
You and the angel, you and the devil,
And love is both pain and grace...

Years and distances kill everything,
Even the despair was gone.
You have changed, and I have grown old.
We met... and goodbye!

I still have a memory
About your smile...
Sorry, can't fix it
Past mistakes...

Will never happen again
Your hand is a charming gesture.
The autumn leaf spins through the years,
Where eternity takes our place. . .

Year 85. You are 12. I'm over 30, a long time ago
You're in love and it's funny to me
And you shout that I am a damned old man!!!
The year cursed by your death, 85th. . .

Time heals all wounds
And separation teaches you to forget.
I am a torn rag of hope
I try to sew everything with love.

From somewhere in the past
From a series of losses,
Love is already frozen
Everything won't close the door...

I think life has paid off
At least one successful verse
And I forgive love’s haste,
If only I could touch my heart with a wing!

Four lines about love...
How much and how little!
Poems came out of my heart,
But it didn't make me feel any better...

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Great ones about poetry:

Poetry is like painting: some works will captivate you more if you look at them closely, and others if you move further away.

Small cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creaking of unoiled wheels.

The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is what has gone wrong.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Of all the arts, poetry is the most susceptible to the temptation to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen splendors.

Humboldt V.

Poems are successful if they are created with spiritual clarity.

The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is usually believed.

If only you knew from what rubbish poems grow without knowing shame... Like a dandelion on a fence, like burdocks and quinoa.

A. A. Akhmatova

Poetry is not only in verses: it is poured out everywhere, it is all around us. Look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life emanate from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.

I. S. Turgenev

For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.

G. Lichtenberg

A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. The poet makes our thoughts sing within us, not our own. By telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He's a magician. By understanding him, we become poets like him.

Where graceful poetry flows, there is no room for vanity.

Murasaki Shikibu

I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in the Russian language. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. It is through feeling that art certainly emerges. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.

Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

-...Are your poems good, tell me yourself?
- Monstrous! – Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! – the newcomer asked pleadingly.
- I promise and swear! - Ivan said solemnly...

Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"

We all write poetry; poets differ from others only in that they write in their words.

John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"

Every poem is a veil stretched over the edges of a few words. These words shine like stars, and because of them the poem exists.

Alexander Alexandrovich Blok

Ancient poets, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. This is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times there is certainly hidden an entire Universe, filled with miracles - often dangerous for those who carelessly awaken the dozing lines.

Max Fry. "Chatty Dead"

I gave one of my clumsy hippopotamuses this heavenly tail:...

Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea, and not a plague!

Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore, drive away the critics. They are just pathetic sippers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let poetry seem to him like an absurd moo, a chaotic pile-up of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from a boring mind, a glorious song sounding on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.

Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"

Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing more than pure poetry that has rejected the word.

October

There's a maple leaf on the branch,
Now it's just like new!
All ruddy and golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait!

V. Berestov

colorful wind

After summer comes autumn,
The wind sings yellow songs to her.
Red leaves spread under my feet,
A white snowflake flies into the blue.

V. Stepanov

Autumn

A crow screams in the sky:
- Kar-r!
There's a fire in the forest, there's a fire in the forest!
And it was very simple:
Autumn has settled in it.

E. Intulov

Autumn

Autumn is coming in our park,
Autumn gives gifts to everyone:
Red beads - rowan,
Pink apron - aspen,
Yellow umbrella for poplars,
Autumn gives us fruits.

I. Vinokurov

"In the aspen forest..."

In the aspen forest
The aspen trees are trembling.
The wind blows
From aspen scarves.
He's on the path
Will take off the scarves -
In the aspen forest
Autumn will come...

V. Stepanov

Golden leaves fall, fly,
Golden leaves cover the garden.
There are many golden leaves on the paths,
We will make a nice bouquet out of them,
We will put the bouquet in the middle of the table,
Golden autumn has come to visit us.

E. Blaginina

Maple and Christmas trees

There is no hope for salvation! -
Autumn Maple is half naked.
And the thief wind is happy to try -
Tears off the golden outfit.
But Yolki don’t give up -
Their needles are sharp!

S. Ostrovsky

All year round. October

In October, in October
Frequent rain outside.
The grass in the meadows is dead,
The grasshopper fell silent.
Firewood has been prepared
For the winter for stoves.

S. Marshak

Autumn. It's frosty in the morning.
In the yellow groves the leaves are falling.
Leaves near the birch
They lie like a golden carpet.
The ice in puddles is transparent blue.
There is white frost on the leaves.

E. Golovin

Wasps

Wasps are yellower in autumn
Striped and angrier, -
Apparently, grandma's compote
It gives them no peace.
And jam and marmalade
We have it, and they
It's a shame.
(V. Stepanov)

Naughty rain

Rain, rain, listen:
Don't walk barefoot through puddles.
Autumn is wandering along the roads,
He carries cold weather in his knapsack,
You will turn white - you will become snow -
You won't melt until April.
(T. Koneva)

Mischief makers

Spun around me
The rain of leaves is mischievous.
How good he is!
Where else can you find something like this?
Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under it,
We danced like friends -
Rain of leaves and me.
(L. Razvodova)

Autumn

A flock of birds flies away,
The clouds are rushing, sobbing.
Like a thin blade of grass
The aspen tree trembles in the wind.
I tell her:
- Calm down,
Don't be afraid of the white winter.
(I. Melnichuk)

Autumn fox

A fox passed under a bush
And burned the leaves
Tail.
The fire climbed through the branches
And it burst into flames
Autumn forest.
(N. Krasilnikov)

A. Teslenko

Autumn, autumn, wait!
And don't rush with the rains,
Give us another summer
Sunshine and light

G. Shestakova

The rain is pouring, trying,
At least they don't ask for it.
The sun is hovering in the clouds,
So it's autumn.

T. Yakovenko

Gray asphalt path
Autumn painted yellow and bright.
I walk along it and imagine
That I walk across the bridge from summer to winter!

V. Trop

Red autumn - we ask you to visit!
Color nature brightly for us, autumn.
The leaf is orange, the leaf is crimson,
He draws furiously, he draws zealously.
Draw for now, - winter said
And then she took all the paints and licked them off.

The tedious rain falls on the ground,
And the space drooped.
Autumn has turned away the sun,
Like a light bulb installer.

Leaf fall, leaf fall,
Yellow leaves are flying.
They rustle underfoot,
Soon the garden will be bare.

The sun hid behind the clouds,
The rain is pouring down prickly,
The wind rustles the leaves -
This autumn is rushing to us.

The gloomy rain pours and pours,
She never gets tired of pouring.
So as not to get wet in the rain,
Open your umbrella quickly!

Autumn

If the leaves on the trees have turned yellow,
If the birds have flown to a distant land,
If the sky is gloomy, if it rains,
This time of year is called autumn.

Autumn

A crow screams in the sky: - Kar-r!
There's a fire in the forest, there's a fire in the forest!
And it was very simple:
Autumn has settled in!

There's a maple leaf on the branch,
Nowadays he is just like new.
All ruddy and golden.
Where are you going with the leaf? Wait!

Suddenly it became twice as bright
The yard is in the sunshine
This dress is golden
On the shoulders of a birch tree.

The birdhouse is empty...

The birdhouse was empty, the birds flew away,
Leaves don't sit on trees either
All day today everyone is flying and flying...
Apparently, they also want to fly to Africa.

October

Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
Now it's just like new!
All ruddy and golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait!

There's a maple leaf on the branch,
Now it's just like new!
All ruddy and golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait!

There are few leaves on the trees.
On the ground there is no turning around.
A quilt made from scraps
Autumn is sewing goodbye.

Gray asphalt path
Autumn has blossomed brightly and yellow.
I walk along it and imagine
That I walk across the bridge from summer to winter!

SEPTEMBER

Autumn has brought out the colors,
She needs a lot of painting:
Leaves are yellow and red,
Gray – the sky and puddles.

OCTOBER

It's been raining since morning,
It's pouring like a bucket,
And like big flowers
Umbrellas open.

NOVEMBER

Hands get cold in November:
Cold, wind outside,
Late autumn brings
First snow and first ice.

SEPTEMBER

Birds flew in the sky.
Why can't they stay at home?
September asks them: “In the south
Hide from the winter blizzard."

OCTOBER

October brought us gifts:
Painted gardens and parks,
The leaves became like something out of a fairy tale.
Where did he get so much paint?

NOVEMBER

In November forest animals
They close the doors in the minks.
Brown bear until spring
He will sleep and dream.

Quiet. Rustle underfoot.
Foliage shining pattern.
A wonderful thrill between us.
Autumn magic carpet.

The clouds kiss the stars from above,
And by nightfall, maybe the last thunderstorm...
Once again August will shout “bye!”
And autumn will reflect your eyes.

Autumn is a beautiful time,
You are parting with me forever.
Let the trains leave the stations,
Autumn has come, and you have left.

Autumn shakes off its leaves
I'm walking through the city alone.
Autumn sheds its empty tears,
Nobody needs me again.

So lonely autumn has come,
Bringing rain and cold with it.
Summer takes away all the warmth with it,
That warmed you and me.

Here the yellow leaves are flying,
Like letters from a distant land,
And, hiding a confused look,
I look after them, frozen.

On the threshold of life - autumn and love
Somehow we met overnight
An old dispute arose between them again
What cannot be autumn happiness