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Popular verses with meaning
Luck is a thin thread
Leading through the maze
Life events towards
Up to your cherished dream.
The higher that dream, the finer the thread
And the more difficult it is to see it.
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And grabbing good luck thread
Hurry to your dream.
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Bless every work, good luck!
Bless every work, good luck!
To the fisherman - so that with the net fish,
Plowman - so that his plow and nag
They took out bread for years.
Drink water from mugs and glasses,
You can also drink from water lilies -
Where there is a swirl of pink mists
The shore will not tire of gilding.
Good to lie in the green grass
And digging into the ghostly expanse,
Someone’s gaze, jealous and in love,
On yourself, tired, remember.
Korosteli whistle ... Korosteli ...
Because it’s always bright
Those in life who have been heartbroken
Under a cheerful burden of labor.
Only I forgot that I am a peasant
And now I tell myself
Idle spy, I'm not strange
To my dear arable land and forests.
As if sorry for someone and someone
It’s like someone has lost the habit of homeland,
And from that, rising above the swamp,
A lapwing and sandpiper cry into the soul.
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Harnessing luck ...
it means a lot.
Like a shrew trotter.
how fire is she ...
Everyone can look
caress and near
to stand, admiring ...
curb not everything!
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Make yourself good luck.
Just for a moment, but do it.
And try to live differently
For the sake of life and love.
Give a particle of happiness
Teach the soul to believe.
Do not torment fate
Get the key to your heart.
Take care of the heat and affection
Sun warm rays.
Like Cinderella from a fairy tale
Get happiness in your hands.
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Kiss me Luck
Hug tight
May my soul not cry
Release the longing straps.
It’s not a sin to be happy
Smile just like that
And look at the world playfully
Fantasy in dreams.
Wink, please, luck,
And cover your love with wing -
You freeze, freeze a moment
This joy of the earth.
Don’t gossip behind your back,
Do not you envy me:
After all, everyone has more than
Enough of tears in his fate.
Kiss me Luck
Hug more tightly ...
* * *
Climbing the shoulders of luck ...
Do not talk too much with your feet ...
Good luck - after all, a bird, not a nag ...
Her nerves - do not play ...
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What about luck?
She did not come again.
Doesn't want to be with me
And runs like a stranger.
And I need her so much
What would I be healthy
So that wealth would float into the house,
That the son would be happy,
What would my mother
Lived for a long time.
Then I can say
Whats good luck again
I live together and in harmony.
In the meantime ... I'm waiting for her.
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One day, I believe there will be a day
Good luck knock on the door
Pain will disappear, anxiety will go away
away from my doorstep
and the ray of warmth will warm the Heart,
as if opening a door
my wounded soul
that a lot of days and years,
waiting for a happy ticket ...
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Where are you, Queen of Fortune?
I was looking for you half my life!
Maybe I looked differently
And chose the wrong path?
Maybe try again?
And the way to choose another?
Just do not repeat the mistake
Do not find someone else's fortune.
Tell me, because it’s not difficult for you,
Why is the heart so yearning
Why is your world not recognized?
Help! Make it easier for me.
Together we will remove all obstacles
To the islet called Happiness!
And Love will be the reward
Who was looking for her for real!
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Cheer up, even if it’s difficult,
Overcome the storms of life ship!
After all, if you believe in luck,
Someday it will be mutual.
* * *
I set myself the task -
Get luck in business.
But so far it’s decided
I lost all my luck ...
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Good luck,
I prophesy it to you!
The stars will shine differently
To converge on your fate
The winds will catch the movements
So that just to become passing,
There will be prophetic dreams
Stand at your head.
New lines drawing will lie
In the palm of your hand another fate
And good luck will tell you
Repeating the words behind me.
I’ll name one condition:
Do not look back,
To the threads of old love
Do not weave into a tight rope.
To free from gravity
You caught your luck
And forever, as atonement,
He was not attached to anyone.
The best poems about a happy life
I'm leaving.
Let it be dark there
Let there be steps
I didn’t like the movie,
Return the money.
Where it will drop ten times -
A hundred times will be added.
I leave you to you -
I wish to cope.
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Even after falling, decide to take off again
Life has made your wings for good reason.
Remember that God never gives
Burdens that we can’t afford.
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How to explain to a blind man
Blind, like night, from birth,
A riot of spring colors
Rainbow obsession?
How to explain to the deaf
From birth, like night to the deaf
Cello tenderness
Or the threat of thunder?
How to explain the poor thing
Born with fish blood
The secret of an earthly miracle
Called love?
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Don't meet first love
May she remain so -
Acute happiness, or acute pain
Or a song that fell silent across the river.
Do not reach for the past, do not stand -
Everything will seem different now ...
Let even the most sacred
Remains unchanged in us.
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And only then will you get something
When one day to summarize:
It's ridiculous to demand from someone
The fact that you yourself can’t give ..
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“Hell and heaven are in heaven,” say the bigots.
Having looked into myself, I was convinced of a lie:
Hell and heaven are not circles in the palace of the universe
Hell and heaven are two halves of the soul.
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Appearance is aging: bright features
Erases time imperiously and cruelly
Whereas spiritual beauty
There are no wrinkles, no age, no time.
Our whole life is a game in the mailbox
in which you seek, seek, and bind
dry sheet and telephone bill ...
And you listen for a long time as the blood goes through the heart.
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The whole world from beauty
From big to small
And you seek in vain
Find her beginning.
What is day or century
Before that endlessly?
Though man is not eternal
That which is eternal is humane
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No melancholy, no love, no sadness
No anxiety, no chest pain
Like a whole life behind you
And just half an hour ahead.
* * *
My poems from mint and wormwood
full of steppe coolness and warmth.
Wormwood is bitter, and peppermint heals;
a game of heat and cold - even and odd.
No man chooses the game -
the universe itself plays in it.
My poems are the same kind
like the times of the cycle of the year.
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This time - do not take stock,
Do not blame the earthly mess.
Perhaps it’s foolish to demand from God
What you can do yourself.
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If you look, everything is possible
To experience, achieve and understand.
In this world, it’s not so difficult
If you yourself do not complicate.
Beautiful positive poems
No, I don’t need half of anything!
Give me the whole sky! Lay the whole earth!
Seas and rivers, avalanches
mine - do not agree to share!
No, life, you won’t be part of me.
Everything is complete! I can do it!
I don't want half the happiness
I don’t want a half of grief!
I want only half that pillow
where, gently pressed to the cheek,
a helpless star, an ephemeral star
the ring flickers on your hand ...
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It's time to forget a happy dream
Quite tormented us voluptuousness ...
Peace is everywhere. You hear: outside the window
Does the nightingale prophesy happiness for us?
Now one heart full of love
Love alone and sweet bliss
I want to cry all night
Together with you, from everyone stealth.
Oh cry, my friend! A tear fogs your eyes
And the dusk of the night moves foggy ...
Look out the window: the silent forest fell asleep
Shaking the branches mysteriously and strange.
I want to cry ... Crying of my soul
Your passion will not be interrupted ...
In the silent, sweet, mysterious silence
The nightingale song is rushing ...
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The samovar, the noisy stalled;
Immersed house in the gloom.
I do not need happiness - he
Give my happiness, God!
Winter dusk touches roses
On wallpaper and bright coals.
Send him a brighter evening
Warmer than me, Christ!
I hold back and smile and sigh
I won’t squeeze my hands
But only - give him happiness
Oh, give him happiness, God!
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It's time, my friend, it's time!
The heart asks for peace -
Days fly by the days
and blows every hour
A piece of being
and we are together
We assume to live ...
And looking - just - we will die.
There is no happiness in the world
but there is peace and will.
Long enviable
I dream of a share -
Long tired slave
I planned an escape
To the far chamber
works and pure neg.
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Here it is, silly happiness,
With white windows to the garden!
On the pond a red swan
The sunset is floating quietly.
Hello golden lull
With the shadow of a birch in the water!
A flock of rooftops
Serves the Vespers.
Somewhere outside the garden,
Where viburnum blooms
Tender girl in white
Sings a tender song.
Creeps in a blue cassock
From the field a night chill ...
Stupid sweet happiness
Fresh pink cheeks!
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Will the clover field make a noise
will the pines creak in the wind
I will die, listen and remember
that I will also die.
But on the roof near the drain
a boy with a tight dove will stand up,
and I understand that to die is cruel
and to yourself, and, most importantly, to others.
There is no sense of life without a sense of death.
We will not leave like water in the sand,
but the living, those that replace the dead,
never replace the dead.
Something in this life I understood
it means that I was not beaten for nothing.
I forgot everything seemed to remember
but remembered everything that I forgot.
I realized that in childhood, the snow is fluffy,
the hills are greener in youth,
I realized that there are so many lives in life
how many times have we loved in life.
I realized that I was secretly involved
to so many people at once of all time.
I realized that a person is unhappy
because he seeks happiness.
In happiness, there is sometimes such stupidity.
Happiness looks empty and easy.
Grief stares, looking down woefully,
therefore sees deeply.
Happiness is like looking from an airplane.
Grief sees the earth without embellishment.
There is something treacherous in happiness -
sorrow of man will not betray.
I was happy and careless
thank god - happiness did not come true.
I wanted that which is impossible.
Good thing I failed.
I love you human people
and the pursuit of happiness will forgive you.
I have now become happy forever
because I’m not looking for happiness.
I would - only clover sweet tooth
on the lips of the frozen to protect.
I would - only a small slack -
still not die at all.
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My boat is mahogany
And my flute from jasper.
A stain on silk is brought out with water,
Wine is an alarm from the heart.
And if you own a light boat,
Wine and a sweet woman
What more do you need? You in everything
Like the geniuses of heaven.
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Not like the happiness of others,
Hurry life without fancies ...
Thank you for surviving
Before the youth of our children.
That they weren’t tormented in vain
Losses and early anger
How lucky we are
They did not have to grow one.
Try the fate of the children,
As for me, the sons are not given
When through the orphan starvation
You look out the ice window.
How happy we were -
They stand tall and strong
Above us, not above the graves
Beautiful are our sons.
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In the shining of pale stars
like in dead eyes
Relentless, cold impassivity;
The last ray of dawn
A little squeamish in the clouds
As a memory of past happiness.
In silent dusk my soul is full:
No passion, no love
with their sweet flour, -
Everything froze in my chest ...
only a sense of being
Tomit lifeless boredom.
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I strive with all my might for happiness
But I do not know how to love;
I can't rise above passion
And I can’t forget the works ...
You understand ... I try to make out
Outlines of heaven in the darkness
But I rush to the treasured flowers
Like a bee on a window pane.
* * *
He was born for happiness, for hope,
And peaceful inspirations! - but crazy
From children's early clothes burst out
And the heart threw into the sea of life noisy;
And the world did not spare - and God did not save!
So the juicy fruit is ripe before time
Between the flowers hangs an orphan
He pleases neither taste nor eyes;
And the hour of their beauty - its fall hour!
And the greedy worm gnaws it, gnaws it,
And meanwhile, how tender girlfriends
Hesitating on the branches - early fruit
Only burdens his ... to the first blizzard!
It is terribly old to be without gray hair;
He does not find equal; after the crowd
It goes, although it does not share a soul with it;
He is neither a slave nor a lord between people,
And all that he feels, he feels alone!
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I don't need little happiness
I spend my husband for a sweetheart
And contented, tired
I’ll put the baby to sleep.
Again in the cool room
The Virgin Mary to pray ...
It's hard, it's hard to live a recluse
Yes, it's harder to be fun.
If only I had a fiery dream,
As I enter the upland temple
Five-headed, white, stone
On the remembered paths.
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If happy - from happiness, fool, not shawls.
If you become unhappy - do not spare yourself.
Evil with good did not go indiscriminately against God:
God, the poor, a thousand times harder!
Interesting short poems about happiness
We always remember about happiness.
And happiness is everywhere. Maybe it
This autumn garden is behind the barn
And clean air pouring out the window.
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Happiness is when the world is in the soul,
When the heart does not groan in pain
When living your life,
You yourself are the owner of the selected share ...
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His happiness has a special taste,
He is fully inhaled.
And I know that I’m not mistaken,
Having said about him: easy to live!
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Let's get a little kinder
Let's not get mad at others.
Living with a good heart is more fun.
Appreciate friends, love family.
We are all dependent on each other
Is life bad, or is good.
Rain outside the window, whether the blizzard is spinning.
With good, the soul is always bright.
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What is happiness? Happiness is a world of miracles!
Happiness is the sea, happiness is the forest.
This is the path that goes up
Happiness is the noise of birds that have arrived!
But the main thing in the world is children's laughter,
This is the smile that warms everyone.
Happiness is the hands of mom and father’s shoulder,
Happiness, it is near, everyone has his own.
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And happiness is to buy wallpaper,
Have a family, be patient.
And happiness is two in the kitchen,
They drink tea and smear jam on bread.
* * *
All want happiness, but what is it?
Alas, only a few have been given this knowledge.
Happiness - waking up, see the dawn
And to know that there is no sin in your soul.
* * *
I will ask you awake:
Are you happy with me, kitten?
Half-sigh and silence ...
So your answer is yes!
* * *
One happiness on the couch sniffles,
Another happiness lies in the crib
Third - I have fun tail waving.
Is someone happier? But it will not prove!
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How little we need for happiness ...
If only the soul was comfortable ...
And carelessness ... as in childhood once ...
And the confidence that they are waiting for us ...
And it doesn't matter at all ... who ... and where ...
If they are waiting, then you still need ...
* * *
Do you know what happiness is - just to live
And admire every blade of grass?
From happiness to cry.
From the heart to love.
Explore the fate of your path.
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Happiness is when the world is in the soul,
When the heart does not groan in pain
When living your life,
You yourself are the owner of the selected share ...
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