Мои стихотврения на английском
Good morning my darling, I hope you are fine
My hurt doesn’t want forget your love to my soul.
I remember when you smiling
But I always steel remember the day
When you going to airport
And I am staying alone.
In that day my hurt was broken
But your eyes was opened
Because you are wrong and you are said:
“I want comeback to your hurt,
Comeback to your soul,
Because only you understand to my hurt, to my mind and my soul”.
But I want to believe
I will find you in some city
And you will be looking so pretty.
I just want believe that you will never said to me: “Going away,
You just must be to stay with me
Because I didn’t see my life without you,
And I will be staying forever and ever with you
Because only you understand to my life, to my love and my soul,
And some true: I can’t live without you”.
You are my secret, my lovely
And you are my real dream in my real life.
Please, don’t close your hurt from my soul poems for you
Because only your hurt recalling to my pain,
When I know you didn’t come back to my dream life somehow in my city
Where I want wait to you my love.
And you will always must be remember some true about you:
You will always been my love.
Maybe you think I’m not so clever,
Maybe you think I’m wrong,
But now I’m really know:
If I say to you real true
You will stay with me forever
And you will never want to forget what I were writing to you in my message
What in reall time mean
How I overcharge to you
And your kind hurt
Who I so need in my life.
2). I know this life understanding can’t be have
Because I trying to observe
For any day her senseless instant,
When my sins was swimming crazy current,
I will start thinking about my slumber crazy.
I remember the day when with prose rotation the great blackbird:
“Save to me my autumn friend,
And I for you without fear to reward
In my province of forests. ”
And I will save the blackbird
With love and my quiet joy.
I believe the day is advance
When all people, birds, wood piles of veins
And playful lionesses get up before and tell:
“God, we fear your anger,
Don’t send to us in torment of hell,
But leave us how Adam
In your cloister, soon!”
3). I will know the great poet
He departing from life so young.
His song was to sing out
When soul understanding quiet.
He was need a freedom,
A freedom of life, necessary to singer.
Him broken power structures,
When he writing a great poems.
Poems about power of biting and rotting straight from within.
He understand that he live
He need only there,
Who will see understanding in the song repenting,
Penetrating the great syllable of themes.
The themes about false life,
About life lying,
Him to torment confusing doubts
Does he knowledge life
Or it was things of shining
Knows his great moral to that part of life
Where doubts concealing essential to live inside.
He understand symbols of structure,
Who torments his soul sins.
For what him that flours
Who departing in far worlds.
The worlds to keep secrets of instants his secular, mysterious soul.
4). Good morning people today I have a headache
Thank you for coming,
I want tell you about my mistake.
I remember the days
When I have beautiful morning
I wake up with my girlfriend
She always steel calling me
Wonderful man with beautiful plane to together life in the future.
I want find the door to this life,
But you close your road to my sincere love.
All of my love I seek to my road of your wonderful world.
Maybe, in the end of my life
I will find this answer to my agitation question
Why you did not coming to me, my beautiful angel,
Of my soul world.