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Popular poems by Lyudmila Rubtsova
August is breathing in September
And the calendar shuffles the suit ...
And we are always waiting for something:
Either summer, then winter, then ... Happiness.
* * *
Arranges summer with ellipses
To return a holiday again ...
I finish August in a sip,
Thrifty, so as not to splash.
* * *
Indian summer sounds pastoral
Sews from the morning grew stole,
Weaves the thinnest openwork veil
A silver network of cobwebs,
Serves with ripe mountain ash
And something sad out of place,
A tramp - September breathes in the back
And throws leaf fall in his face.
* * *
When the forces of the winter cold run out
When the sun flows in the palm of your hand
A code of sparrows is jumping in a puddle
When nature finds joy
When I hear a lot of birds
When I get drunk in the spring I get drunk
I’ll get my shoes - stilettos from the mezzanines,
I’ll put on a dress with a bow and fall in love.
* * *
Packing sun glasses
Deckchair, blush and lipstick
Said summer that will be back
But not to everyone, but only to women)
* * *
Erases memory like an eraser
Armada of gray weekdays,
But the time when you were happy
Over the years - brighter and brighter.
My father's house and sweet courtyard
So often I see in a dream
As if twirling an old janitor
Cinema on a white sheet.
And my heart skips a beat
And I dare not go in there,
I'm afraid she won’t recognize me there
There is that girl, about five years old.
* * *
As in childhood, I sometimes want to,
Where's the cotton candy clouds
Where on the grass with your bare feet
And I'm not a grandmother yet.
* * *
God, how many autumn parades
Fit in my luggage
How many hopped fall foliage
And the rains - I will not mention it already.
A rowan bush flashed near the house,
Autumn twists out bundles of leaves
And, as with a good good friend,
I have long been with her to "you."
* * *
Lose weight by spring, don’t eat pork,
Forget the sweets and marshmallows
Cut dinner halfway
For dinner - air and kefir.
Jogging in the park in the morning, -
Cold? - trifle, be healthy, -
How it uploads in the wind
Then vivat! Ready for spring!
The best poems by Lyudmila Rubtsova
And miracles are everywhere
No need to go far:
Waking up in the morning is a miracle
And a miracle to live.
* * *
On the avatar, a delightful Lopez,
Well, in general, how would I ...
Sausages less had to burst, -
Oh, my life is missing!
* * *
Spring took by surprise, as always,
And “nothing to wear” said the body,
And the heart said that it’s not a problem,
And joy gladly put on.
* * *
Sharing your grace
August in summer will close the window,
- Ah, what a pity the green dress
Reporting to September is not given.
* * *
And every new year we are again
Handfuls, buckets and rivers
We wish loved ones new happiness, -
We have nowhere to go.
* * *
And old age was completely canceled in the country, -
The budget will break off a bold piece ...
A little extraordinary youth extended
To the quiet pore of two-meter boards.
Let the horseshoe be erased and there is no perspective
You don’t hurry to bring your old age
Put the collar on a wide scruff
Eat oats and plow, plow.
* * *
It's sad to say goodbye to summer ...
How much is left? -
In general, quite sparse -
A handful, so small.
August will end
Will close the door in the summer ...
It’s like a lump from the mountain
Falls in the heart.
* * *
No one will return childhood leprosy
When in the courtyard gardens
From neighboring apple trees the fruit was cut off, -
Not theft, but cheeky fun.
And grimacing at the edge of his mouth
Crunched to agonizing hiccups
Then they played hide and seek and bast shoes
And enjoyed the summer and freedom.
So you want to wave through the fence
And steeble apples from someone else’s garden,
But with body weight there is overkill,
And the crawl will not crawl into the hole.
Beautiful Lyudmila Rubtsova poems about autumn
Get a star from heaven
And I’m happy that I’ve been released a century, -
I breathe and hear, I say and see, -
I am a fabulously rich man.
* * *
Snow is falling and melting ...
Through the dusty blinds
I watch it fly by
My fate, and with her life.
Such thoughts at thirty
They tormented me naive ...
Now I have no pride
And life is barely in the beginning.
* * *
Break in silence a desperate call
A bottomless chiller of emptiness, -
I recognized the phone in silence:
You, you, you, you ...
* * *
Long change of winters and springs,
And the transition to September is short,
Like an ice hole - in the fall,
And to school.
The granite of science is solid and eternal
And on the back is a half-tonne backpack,
And rubs his neck, and squeezes his shoulders
Binomial theorem.
* * *
The morning smells of bitter chocolate
The grinder is spinning
Cool dawn in the window
Swims with a fresh invigorating.
A tiny bit of happiness
Warm, simple, simple,
In a cozy home suit,
A new day breaks in with me.
* * *
Maple leaf circles in riddle
And along the alley, slowly
I go, swallowing the honey spirit, -
Well, how good autumn is!
There is a devil in her and tenderness
And a penchant for naughty revelry,
Charismatic appearance
And an outspoken soul.
* * *
Herbs dry, heat scorched
In the spray of a solar flood
It would not hurt now from faceted
For a penny of water without syrup.
Or even wave to Greenland -
Booty lean against the iceberg
But, again, where are the guarantees?
It’s not a habit to catch a cold.
We are always hungry until the summer,
So take what they give, do not ask
Cold days are not far off
Interesting poems by Lyudmila Rubtsova about autumn
And the sun is a golden pancake
And it smells of velvet mimosa
And closer to the night they drink secretly
Spring on the Brudershaft.
* * *
In apple dope
ripe gardens
and from heavy branches
the fruits are falling.
Autumn is coming soon
you will meet at the yard, -
undertakes fees
summer time.
* * *
Winter until rage? -
The snowdrop is already blooming
And breaks out of warm bondage
Stremglav preoccupied cat.
Short February rush
Streams of snow will flow
And the spring will echo
And the sun will burst - I'm here.
* * *
Having lifted a hem, - to work - from work, -
Like a stone of Sisyphus, deeds and cares.
In mouse fuss, the soul is forgotten, -
Think about it - live slowly.
* * *
Day picks by minute
The night has bright hours
Puts attributes in a piggy bank
Another dream spring.
Already scurrying impatiently
Shabby cats in the yards
And the heart longs for the positive
And beauty.
* * *
So the time has come, New Year
Knocking on every door soon
Will bring new things to everyone in a bag,
Old faces will be new
The new days will run
A new happiness will be asked to the house
With a suitcase of the latest successes -
Please pass. Hello!
* * *
Summer to the women in good time
Fell under your feet
Because for the first time
Many were not found.
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