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Popular verses by Nicki Turbina
I close my day with eyelashes
But for some reason I can’t sleep.
I think of the day gone
But not reached
See you at night.
About the streets tortured by people
About the lanterns
Which shine tired.
About the house
In which I do not sleep
But sleep is a disturbing gray bird
Suddenly flies up to me
And slammed my eyelashes
At dawn.
Wake up you baby
In the early morning
And you see - rested
Your lantern.
Laughter filled the crossroads
And until the evening the day is far away.
* * *
I didn’t want to die
I tried to fly -
It did not happen.
And she died
then amused
Over mortal
insolence of dreams.
* * *
I called you at night.
Why my finger
Is the phone spinning?
Why am I afraid of silence?
How easy it is -
To tell you a word.
Silence you.
And the wind is howling
Knocking at your door -
Lock them up.
And all the words of disbelief are far away
Forget them.
Don't shiver
Your eyes are a triangle
Your phone is silent ...
I touch only
Hand careful
All your troubles.
You better get out
In my autumn garden
Our phone there is night.
Squint only
And all the bad weather
retreat away.
And my voice will answer
in the leaves
Like in wires.
You wait still
a moment
Listen,
How moaning anxiously
Trees in darkness
They feel sorry for themselves ...
But you are leaving
Hurrying out of the night
Afraid of myself.
And your door
The phone is ringing
Discover bold -
There is no me.
I am your number
I’ll select carefully
But I won’t say
Who am I.
* * *
At midnight
The door will open.
And suddenly flies to me
Strange wizard
Blue bird
In the image of childhood
On a light horse.
He flies in with a moving rhyme
Come on, try, catch.
And, slipping away, a voice beckoning
I hear he calls me into the distance.
To the distance of loneliness
To the distance of parting
In tears, goodbye
And the joy of loss.
Horseman flying
With a moving rhyme
You do not believe in slander.
And ask me goodbye
In an hour of silence
At the hour of star dawn
A small gift -
For the winged rhyme -
Take my heart.
* * *
I am wormwood is grass
Bitterness on the lips
Bitterness in words
I - wormwood - grass.
And moan over the steppe
Stunned by the wind.
Thin stalk -
He is broken.
Pain is born
Bitter tear
Fall into the ground ...
I wormwood - grass.
* * *
On a dusty road - legs are wounded
The traveler is wandering.
On a dusty road - under the scorching sun
Forward and forward.
The hand is alone - eyes are twisted by pain ...
Is there a tear from pain or just a tear from the wind ...
But I know, overseas, in an unknown secret land
There is a house under the chestnut. I'm going to this house.
* * *
Bless me string
Bless the sword and the wound.
I'll fall
But right there
I get up.
Bless me
Line.
* * *
In my bedchamber
Snow is melting.
I knit mittens
to someone.
In the morning you will come
As if
Did not pass
so many years.
Spread yarn -
You are no longer knit.
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When morning comes
Midnight becomes a stick.
Losing drops-minutes
Eternity seems long.
Eternity has no limit
There is only time to exit.
* * *
The limit to my dreams
Did not come.
I wander through life
Like a little kid
On the white sheet
Throwing a soul
In the abyss of hope.
She will fall
Struck by a blow
That can sing like that
That new words will come
Simple, kind
Which have no analogues.
* * *
Roads missed
At the marina.
Where are the trains now?
Two pigtails fell
Like a confession
On your cover.
Better come out
In a white shirt:
“Ah, a little blood!”
What have you done
People?
Made.
God help me!
* * *
Pity me, let me go.
Do not knit the wounded wings,
I'm not flying anymore.
My voice broke in pain
My voice turned into a wound.
I'm not screaming anymore.
Help me wait!
Autumn.
Birds fly south.
Only the heart will be compressed by fear
Loneliness is a death friend.
* * *
Steps up
Steps Down -
Dizzy.
Steps up
Steps Down -
How small my life is!
But I do not want
I believe in something
That death will come to me
I will never see
I'm snowing in January
In the spring
I will not pick flowers
And I won’t make a wreath.
I beg!
No need for extra words
And just believe that
That day will come again in the morning
And you will be again
Steps up
Steps down
Flying over them, take it.
* * *
The cities are burning
And the forests are burning.
The country is
Black step
Enemy.
Watching death
Eye,
And with your hand
The enemy draws a sword
Above my land.
And covered with a wing
Scary hawk
Shine.
And the earth cries:
- I have no peace.
Why are you
People,
Worse than animals
Even kill
Small children? -
The cities are burning
And the forests are burning.
Walking on the ground
Black step
Enemy.
* * *
My poems are heavy
Stones uphill.
I'll bring them to the cliff
All the way.
Fall face down in the grass
There aren’t enough tears.
Tear my stanza -
The verse will cry.
Pain in my palm
Nettles!
The bitterness of the day will turn
All in words.
* * *
Comfort me, rock me
And cover with a warm blanket.
Fool a lullaby
Give me your dreams in the morning.
Days with pictures
Where the sun is bluer than ice
Put under the pillow in the morning.
But don't wait, hear
Do not wait,
My childhood ran away from me.
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I'm like a broken doll.
Forgotten in the chest
Insert a heart.
And left unnecessary
In the gloomy corner.
I'm like a broken doll
Just hear me in the morning
Quietly a dream whispered:
“Sleep, dear, for a long, long time.
Years fly by
And when you wake up
People will want again
Pick up
To lull, just play
And your heart will beat ... "
Only scary to wait.
* * *
Grasping the white neckline with your wrist
At the roots of dyed hair,
You crawl like fire in a fireplace
On the couch of green tears.
Mom, Mom, the cradle of satin
Red as a bang in his eyes.
Hold tight Augustine -
With saints it’s easier in heaven.
* * *
I can't sleep
And time does not sleep.
And the severity of the day
Will not give
To close eyelashes.
But naughty
How naughty he is
My guide
In the gloomy forests.
- Do not argue,
Are you tired -
I hear a soft whisper. -
Don't be afraid of anything
Come after me.
There are wonderful gardens
And the eternal day
And it’s completely raining
Not sharp.
There all year
On the christmas tree
Gives gifts
Children Santa Claus.
And not prick
Your soul
O angry faces
You will see a ball of flowers
He will be for you.
I am happiness
I don’t give it to another.
And sleep will be forever
That's better for you. -
I can’t sleep ...
Better
I can not sleep!
* * *
I will interrogate all the gods
About the laws of love, -
Enlighten you.
I will lead
In my felled house
From the trunks
What are called love.
Bottom,
Self-woven Palace
From the crops of the soul to bed.
From the window I will show
The immense distance
Where the space walks on the porch.
I will hang smiles
On the walls of housing.
On the table
I will outline the kindness of my hands.
I’ll open the doors wide
For friends or enemies
Happiness must be shared.
* * *
On the echoing stairs
I rise to the house.
Like a key is heavy
I will open the door for them.
So scary,
But I'm going limp
And I immediately fall into the darkness.
Turn on the light
But instead of light, it licks
Me fire
Scorching and lively.
I'm reflecting in the mirror
I do not see -
It is tucked up
Sad veil.
I want to open a window -
Glass laughing
And the cold ringing
Casts away
Towards me.
And I scream
It makes my cheeks pain
Tear is running
Through sleepy eyes.
And I hear a whisper
Quiet mother's whisper:
"Wake up, dear,
don't be scared in vain. "
* * *
I will dispel your sorrow
I will collect a bouquet of flowers.
I will try as I can
Write some words
About the dawn of early blue
About the spring nightingale.
I will dispel your sorrow
Only it is not clear to me
Why staying at home
Heart ache with pain.
From the wall to the threshold
The path is disturbingly broken.
And a bouquet of flowers wilts -
No flowers live in the house.
I will dispel your sorrow
Will you be happy?
* * *
Damn the day
Unborn
the killers,
Conceived on the eve
dreams.
When the auricle
words
Deprived of voices
Crucified the soul.
All lost
Not having time
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With whose eyes do I look at the world?
Friends, relatives, animals, trees, birds?
With my lips I catch the dew
From a leaf that fell on the pavement?
With whose hands I embrace the world
Which is so helpless, fragile?
I lose my voice in voices
Forests, fields, rains, blizzards, nights.
But who am I?
What should I look for myself in?
Reply as
To all the voices of nature?
* * *
Horses in the field
The grass is tall.
Horses in the field
Under the morning light.
Dewdrops run fast until dawn
You need to have time to drink all the grass.
Horses in the field
Clatter of hooves.
Quiet neigh
The rustling of reins.
The sun is like a ball
Sailed from the earth
Warm fingers
He brings it to the mane.
The horses will leave the field
But until night
In herbs taken
There will be points
From horse hooves.
* * *
Many think
I'm late -
The train left.
New rails
Life paved
Time has multiplied
Feeling of love.
I just evening
Changed for the morning.
They helped me.
* * *
Do not I write my poems?
Well, not me.
Do not I scream that there is no line?
Not me.
Don't I fear deep dreams?
Not me.
Do not I rush into the abyss of words?
Well, not me.
You wake up in the dark
And there is no strength to scream.
And there are no words ...
No, there are words!
Take a notebook
And you write about
What they saw in a dream
What became painful and light
Write about yourself.
Then I believe you, friends:
My poems are not written by me.
* * *
What for,
When the time comes
Do we drive childhood from the yard?
Why try fast
Step over the days?
We hasten to grow.
And all the years
We run through
Like in a dream.
Stop for a moment!
Look
Forgot we raise
From the ground
Dreams of scarlet sails
About fairy tales
Waiting for us in the dark.
I'm on the stairs
Like by day
I will run to the lost years.
I will take childhood into my arms
And I will return my life to him.
* * *
Wait,
I will light a lantern
To light the slope
By which
You will slide into darkness.
* * *
To slip
Past the lies on a horse
Tie the mane in a knot.
Give joy to children
Grinning adversity.
Unzip
all fasteners of the soul
Warming people
Lurking power
Great love.
To prove
What is homeland
passionately love.
Die
In my Russian land.
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