Love is a wonderful feeling...
Love is courage and fear.
Sometimes it's sad
But that rarely happens.
Love is happiness and joy
When it's so warm inside...
And it's heavenly sweetness...
And two hearts as one.
There are so many words about love
There are so many songs about love!
But all are born again in the heart,
The lines are fresh, like couplets.
We can't breathe without love
We often suffocate from love.
And sometimes it's so hard for us to understand
What to love is complete happiness!
Sometimes they are separated.
Between them the ocean, taiga, snow.
But always remember each other
And it seems that there is a right hand nearby.
And often it can be: spouses
Forgot about each other...
Someone whispers to me in silence:
We met with you not by chance,
And at the behest of the angelic soul -
She found out our secret.
We dreamed of knowing love
Feel your heart cry.
Once met - and again
Only happiness will disturb us.
Snow white-white,
pouring rain,
Quiet, clumsy
We are going to love.
No matter what happens,
We will always be.
It's not in vain for mercy
We are given love.
I love therefore
I want to be better
And whether in winter, whether in summer
I'm flying to you.
When love touched me
Spring has awakened in my soul.
Blizzards and snow are gone
The perfect time has come.
With love I conquer evil
I surprise others.
And I understand that it's not in vain
You chose love, me!
Love, we get better
We feel people and the world deeper,
It gives meaning and inspiration
And every moment is beautiful with her!
May it grow and prosper
Good, success and joy promises
May its fruit be blessed
Let us help you reach the top!
Pearl from the sea
Secrets from the earth
And the feeling, like bondage,
Eats from the inside.
And if everyone knows:
Hope is the longest
Lives in this world
That love is like a sin
Lives in a mortal body,
And by genes through the centuries,
Love is immortal
She's like a void
Fills all spaces
And gives you the opportunity to
overcome adversity,
And sing to her glory.
So let love keep you
So let your heart beat strong
Love is like a diamond, granite
Kohl is real - it does not beat!
Love is meaning, understanding,
Feelings of sincerity and attention,
Love is an alluring scent
And real taste of life!
Love creates, exists,
And draws pictures of happiness
Makes it better, calls to fly,
There, where the cherished dream awaits!
Like the hottest summer day
We are all looking for a shadow from the heat.
As through the wind and cold
We want to warm up by the fire
So in life we always
We are all waiting for her to arrive.
She makes everyone drink
He warms everyone, shelters.
Hope, faith, strength will give,
And he will never betray us.
So always look for love
Open your hearts to her!
Not in the amount of happiness
Not in money and days, -
And in love and passion,
In good news!
Not chasing a dream
Not in food with wine.
And in the native family, -
Where peace lives.
Vladimir Zabolotsky
Interline of interjections
Whipping between us
Beats on the rocks of spinelessness,
It burns its back with its tail:
I would be glad not to sing about you,
Don't waste your enthusiasm
Do not knit from loop stitches
In a simple way about simple!
But it can't - it's not easier
The throat of the singer is not silent:
You hide in every thing
A loud rumble in the chest,
You are splashing like a seething river
Because of all my dams
You tear down the roofs between the rivers,
Dream of happiness in the flesh
- I hope the dream was prophetic:
I sang in it - and not alone.
nephret
I belong to no one. And now a stranger to you
I am not for you, but I was.
The splash of the stretches, the water of the backwaters -
Sailed away.
I'm now behind the wet windows,
Behind the circles in the autumn water
Behind the winds faded fans,
Beyond the spaces, there - in nowhere.
That went up in a high flame,
What flickered in the depths of the eyes -
Everything faded, died, froze,
I am now a stranger to you.
Handed over (God knows what he does)
For me alone, for you alone
The whole world and the whole freedom,
Indivisible in half.
And I can not be returned, not exchanged,
Do not come up with (not that, not that),
And no flame, and no name,
The chill of an empty leaf.
Natalia Silantieva
My passion from the fox family -
No matter how many times you tell her "Shoot!" - but no,
Doesn't understand cat language
Not scared, not wasted
On shaggy fur coats of women.
It would be different with her, with her would be affectionate,
Otherwise, it will be circling in the night,
And do not lure, and do not gut.
My passion for winter darkened,
Yellow-eyed, brutalized,
From the dawns of the frosty shalay,
Reckless, wild,
Crafty and cunning -
Neither with traps, nor with half liters,
Not by deceit, sneaking up from the rear to her,
I can't fucking catch her.
Weakened by pursuits,
I'm standing by the pine tree, and standing by me
You can see the loops of footprints circling
Between past and present.
Resting my butt on the ground, I
I'll close my eyes... The last
Days are like a dream, but there is a chance to rescue
me myself. Single shot.
The beast shudders on the run - and nowhere
Run away, there was room - but there is none!
Taurus - in the snow, not breathing ... By morning, under it
He will thaw to the very lilies of the valley.
Just wait... If you and time
Strongly connected, inseparable,
Break into moments
Fly over the cliff
Every second, almost invisible,
The pain of the fragments would be collected by a handful ...
You see, autumn knocks playfully
Frozen rusty bunch
Are we at the window?
No, what vulgarity -
Covering the foul with purple,
Substitute myocardial cavity
Under the clips of gray-haired Cupids!
Just wait... I'm waiting. Didn't work out
Become an actress, it's all in vain -
I find it funny to watch how magnificent
Stick out the remains of summer
Of garden sculptures, their shoulders
Climbing from the neckline shamelessly ...
You cover yourself ... Cold evening
And besides, it's almost invisible
Too late…
In museum splendor
Do not crave to give roses
Pretty old frescoes,
Warped from frost.
Autumn, having drunk, puffs its wings,
And think what an audacity
Exude vanilla flavor
In this gloomy coldness and abomination,
This night, where the asphalt is mutilated
Dirty puddles, and the dawn in wrinkles,
It would be too inhuman
indulge in the root cause
Our weakness... or strength...
Who will take it apart after the fact!
Sickening Vanilla Smell
Along the edges of wet roads
Slightly noticeable...
But how powerful
The time is coming to you
Like a lover caressing passionately
A kiss on the neck.
So rejoice, rejoice and celebrate!
Dresses in bright autumn colors
They fly around you ... Well, hello.
Soon the snow will fall - and that's it.
Stop, a moment! You are beautiful…
Elena Zhambalova
I recognize and bless.
Today we are one with you.
On a magical colored tram
you can go to Mecca or Medina,
it's all in your head, good,
all in your head, hostile,
this song of my road,
this thought of my healing
you drink, do not darken your eyes,
our tram sometimes pumps,
choose your own routes
Or they choose us.
I don't know, I'm 30 soon
I'm still childish
i can beat my head
through the same doors, and even strongly.
And while you're not out yet
although hidden in the screen of the device -
I love you my ex friend.
Smile.
Monkey Brothers
I never played a game without rules
But for some reason it turned out like this -
Leaving forever the native harbor,
The frigate of love raised the pirate flag.
The frigate of love is captured by corsairs,
And the wind-pain carries him aground
Waves of tears across the ocean of weeping
On the last journey over the reefs of change.
The battle is lost, and the team is taken prisoner,
As captain, I'm thrown overboard.
And the bitterness of tears corrodes my tonsils,
I can't believe that love is over.
I can't believe that you are in a captivity of depravity,
That the time spent with you
Spent on the construction of a frigate
With such an unpredictable fate.
The frigate flew swiftly on the rocks,
I went to the bottom, blowing bubbles,
You stood thoughtfully at the stern
And vanished into the reflections of the dawn.
Tatiana Bezridnaya
Doomedly I will expose my lips to the wind,
kisses biting, like slaps in the face.
There are eternal kilometers between us,
well-wishers, gossip, guesses, rumors.
What do I know? I do not know anything
about you and the world beyond myth...
Nothing, alas, will happen to us
except for the shadow of a brief half-blink:
Time problems, failure in contacts,
and the car will stand in the dust of the road,
and I will no longer be familiar: “How are you?” —
casually ask carefully ...
Well, if I cry to anyone, it’s not for you: you know, all this is nonsense, vanity and trouble, and the thought that soon forty is no longer scary, and again oatmeal for breakfast, red borscht for lunch, as always on Saturday buns with nonsense (choose: cinnamon, raisins, jam), I'm blind without glasses, I can't see you, I'm no longer afraid to live with my misfortune. And if I ask for help - you don’t count, I’m not proud, I’m nothing, but there’s simply nothing, such an organ has not yet been born to turn to you, to shoulder this bitterness, rage, torment, sadness, guilt: everything that there is bad on earth - because of me, after all! - it costs nothing to spit, to go to the bottom, only to whom should these lines be left? Not for you, don't be afraid, live as you are, accept, fall in love, enjoy, like, don't think about me, I'll be here, still in the same place, sleep, don't cry.
Pyotr Lodygin
dedication
You are my sky. You are my soil. You are my candle stub.
Powdered for the night. Sleepy at night. Colors of red bricks.
It's hopeless outside. On the road indefinitely. Who fell, certainly lies.
Happiness in the form of a horseshoe. The size of a horseshoe. From granite and marble slabs.
Touch carefully. Feel carefully. Look carefully at me.
In the heart of separation In the heart of separation. The polynya is covered with ice.
Immaculate, my angel. Not strong. Lanterns were raised on poles.
The light outside is flashing. And it goes out outside. And blinks, and goes out inside.
Bricks by bricks. Lanterns with lanterns. Polynya polynya.
The body will leave the house. The mind will leave the body. Life will blow you away.
Do not be sad, my angel, do not be. Go to sleep. Forget about sadness.
I'm certainly not the sky. Certainly not soil. I am certainly not a candle.
I'm in a cage, and you're in peas.
The property of water is to go into the sand,
Love - imitate the shape of a circle.
All day I diligently fused into the asphalt
Now a hidden light source.
A circle can fit perfectly into a square,
Man dodge the answer.
Calm down. Deep breath.
Life is beautiful, elastic in its properties.
I'm in a cage, and you're in peas.
We are obviously made for each other.
Irina Kutuzova
How much did we need to overcome them,
Of these hazy, short, cold days,
To say June: "Let the night disappear!",
And everything that crushed disappeared with her!
How much do we need to endure the heat of the furnace,
Through how many difficult losses to go through,
So that in the end from happiness to forge the keys,
And then pick up the door to those keys?
Don't love too much
Common and wise advice,
As soon as you spread your wings -
You start blocking out the light.
But, being dusty truth,
This line is meaningless:
Don't love too much
Is it possible a little?
Agrippina Pchelkina
Yes, honey, I'm humiliated by you
Trampled. Well, look at it differently:
Raised by love above the crowd
Unloving. Among their faces looms
Your slightly sad face
Wrapped in a fairy tale.
stories with predictable endings
Nobody likes. If only I knew in advance
What will be your indifference
So cruel and unbearable
I would like this cupid's spear
I did not agree to wear it in my chest.
I would love the sun and flowers.
And I might never have known
That there is another beauty
That even pride means very little
And, in general, reciprocity is not important,
As thought, for the true feeling.
Your silence is not silence
It sounds. Disgusting and sad.
In love poems, people try to understand the nature of this strong feeling. Since ancient times, ardent lovers and gray-haired philosophers have struggled with the exact definition - this is passion, affection or the unity of two kindred souls. But a single answer to this question simply does not exist, this is an incredibly complex and multifaceted feeling for everyone.
What will allow you to survive the pain of unrequited affection? In poems about love, poets can throw out the whole storm of emotions that torment them, express their despair and disappointment, which, with the help of rhymed lines, turn into quiet sadness with the hope of finding personal happiness.
Poetic works are the best way tell the object of sympathy about the first timid feelings filled with tenderness and obscure longing. These love poems can be childishly naive, which gives them a special charm. Selfless, truthful, figurative, they personify youth itself with its pure open thoughts.
What is love? Mankind could not find an answer to this question, no matter how many philosophical categories people come up with for this. But we can definitely say that this vivid feeling fills life with meaning, brings the earthly person closer to the divine world.
In poems about love, poets describe something that cannot be expressed in prose - something deep and subconscious. In these works, a strong feeling is expressed in all its diversity, there is gratitude and doubt, passion and jealousy, pain of loss and unity of souls. Nothing else has such power and is not characterized by so many contradictions.
Poems about love - the most sincere confession
In an attempt to express their sympathy, people give each other expensive gifts, replacing one concept with another. But real feeling is alien to materiality, in order for it to grow stronger and flourish, it needs sincerity and care in its most disinterested manifestations. Tell the object of adoration about your experiences with the help of love poems. Such recognition will not go unnoticed.
Poetic works, like nothing else, are better able to fan the extinguished flame of relationships. A mature feeling, in which gratitude, respect and affection replace ardent passion, must be protected, reinforced with tenderness and signs of attention. You may not be a poet, but you can use love poems from other authors that match your thoughts and mood.
Sincere and pure, passionate and tender, inviting, with a plea for reciprocity, rhymed lines are a real textbook of love. But it is also a craving for beauty expressed in poetry, a desire to improve for the sake of an object of sympathy, a desire for the unity of souls. How to express all those contradictory experiences that lie on the heart? Millennium lovers different nationalities, gender and ages wrote love poems to find an outlet for their feelings.
I present to you a selection of the best classic love poems. Presented here love lyrics poets of the Pushkin era and poets of the Silver Age.
The best verses of the classics about love
I remember a wonderful moment:
You appeared before me
Like a fleeting vision
Like a genius of pure beauty.
In the languor of hopeless sadness
In the anxieties of noisy bustle,
Do not wish someone else's good
You, God, command me;
But you know the measure of my strength -
Can I manage a tender feeling?
I don't want to hurt my friend
And I don't want to sit down
I don't need his ox
I calmly look at everything:
Goodbye love letter! goodbye: she said...
How long have I lingered! how long did not want
The hand to set fire to all my joys! ..
But enough, the time has come. Burn, love letter.
I'm ready; my soul does not listen to anything.
Already the greedy flame accepts your sheets ...
Just a minute!.. flared up! blaze - light smoke,
No, no, I must not, I dare not, I cannot
It is mad to indulge in the excitements of love;
I keep my calmness strictly
And I don’t let my heart burn and be forgotten;
No, I'm full of love; but why sometimes
I will not plunge into a momentary dream,
I loved you: love still, perhaps
In my soul it has not completely died out;
But don't let it bother you anymore;
I don't want to sadden you with anything.
Empty "you" hearty "you"
She, speaking, replaced,
And all the happy dreams
Aroused in the soul of a lover.
Before her I stand thoughtfully;
My love is the scorching afternoon of Java,
Like a dream a deadly aroma is poured,
There lizards, pupils covered, lie,
Here, boas are twisted along the trunks.
And you entered the implacable garden
For relaxation, for sweet fun?
* * *
I remember the golden time
I remember a dear edge to my heart.
The day was evening; we were two;
Below, in the shadows, the Danube rustled.
And on the hill, where, whitening,
The ruin of the castle looks into the valley,
You stood, young fairy,
* * *
Oh, how deadly we love
As in the violent blindness of passions
We are the most likely to destroy
What is dear to our heart!
How long have you been proud of your victory?
You said she's mine...
A year has not passed - ask and tell
What is left of her?
"My dear! - you told me.
Why in the depths of my soul
Do you have strong desires?
Everything about you attracts me.
And in my soul, ringing,
Grows, grows charm!
I love you for so many years
And I am gentle, and I am a poet.
So how is it, perfection,
