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Modern beautiful poems about life and love to the guy
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Ever, I beg you, ever,
Sit quietly in the head,
Lash my hand Touch
Tell me something about love,
Let us go with you there,
Where are happy once were,
By the river, you remember its water
Sparkling and floating leaves.
Let's sit down again
At the close of our bench,
Trivia talk
And we laugh, as once.
You take me by the hand,
And gentle kiss on the lips,
And do not disappear, do not go,
Of all his work to forget.
Dreamed a dream become a good light,
Although there would stay with me,
And in the morning, crying outside the window,
All this rain will wash away the autumn.
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Love gently knocks
In my window at dawn,
Fate will turn the page,
Nashepchet summer in January,
Bouquet give snowflakes,
From lace weave pieces of ice,
Find thousands of paths
One that will bring us with you.
Love admitted she timidly
Will go to my quiet winter house
Where are all covered with snow white,
All dormant in our old shroud,
He sits down on the edge of the bed,
On the table propped his staff,
And tingle in my heart drops
All endured the cold.
Author Eleni Kerr
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Modern beautiful poems about life and love to the guy
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Ever, I beg you, ever,
Sit quietly in the head,
Lash my hand Touch
Tell me something about love,
Let us go with you there,
Where are happy once were,
By the river, you remember its water
Sparkling and floating leaves.
Let's sit down again
At the close of our bench,
Trivia talk
And we laugh, as once.
You take me by the hand,
And gentle kiss on the lips,
And do not disappear, do not go,
Of all his work to forget.
Dreamed a dream become a good light,
Although there would stay with me,
And in the morning, crying outside the window,
All this rain will wash away the autumn.
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Love gently knocks
In my window at dawn,
Fate will turn the page,
Nashepchet summer in January,
Bouquet give snowflakes,
From lace weave pieces of ice,
Find thousands of paths
One that will bring us with you.
Love admitted she timidly
Will go to my quiet winter house
Where are all covered with snow white,
All dormant in our old shroud,
He sits down on the edge of the bed,
On the table propped his staff,
And tingle in my heart drops
All endured the cold.
Author Eleni Kerr
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Modern poetry about love and mutual parting First Love
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The first feeling of first love
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Hand in hand, eye to eye,
One breath for two,
But he charged them that can not be
Dreaming about their feelings of happiness.
Not mature enough, sixteen years old!
All this folly and nonsense!
There is no Romeo or Juliet,
But it is better to sin
They breed around,
Let learn the secrets of Science,
Understand though - Dead Moon
And there is no beauty in it.
And the two-hour wait,
Moment to again and again
See how in the eyes ignite
Fire recognition and love,
See how the flowers bloom -
Now all this is the first time,
And the wondrous beauty of the sky,
And the rain is not so knocks today.
They do not care that there is a miscalculation,
What bugs somewhere waiting
Their sense of the first flowers,
They go their own way.
Author Eleni Kerr
Modern poetry about love and mutual separation
The poem "You invite me to dance"
You invite me to dance,
In autumn carnival.
Gloss sluggish wet leaves,
Day painted through the rain.
I look him in the eye,
And at the first point,
His loving embrace.
Sanctifying bright stars in the sky,
Clouds do not see a set,
Just the two of us dancing,
In this stellar carnival night.
The poem "Without You"
Without you I am afraid of the world,
My dreams deposed idol.
You remain with oneself,
Between heaven and earth.
Without you, I can not hear the song,
Without you, I sing the music in my soul,
Without you there is no fairy tales in my life,
And there is no life without you ...
Author Daria Menzyak
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Modern poetry about love, life and start all over again
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Just a couple of lines
You jokingly wrote,
He folded his piece,
Nothing is said,
In my mailbox
His he lowered,
Forget everything ready,
Mistakes forgiven.
Just a couple of lines
Brought you gently,
As a school lesson,
Only dark spots
Stir read
And make almost
First start
The fact that we played.
The standard play,
With strings, with the finale,
In it for the sake of
A lot of surprises,
Actors are tired,
Light rail is extinguished,
No spectators in the hall,
Makeup is no longer needed.
Once again I read
Those few lines,
In his hands clench
Your white sheet of paper,
Have you entered the house
And the answer is not asked,
On our old table
I put a bunch of,
Embraced by the shoulders
And while I was silent,
With a smile, he said:
"Well, let's start all over again."
Author Eleni Kerr
Modern poems about life
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And thunder, killing hopes,
And pouring rain to the earth.
How often are the things that we all do not know,
But still we live, and to live not tired ...
We all live, inhaling the smell of summer,
We try to learn everything in time ...
Mila dusk and dawn,
And all want a song to sing again.
After all, our song is not yet sung,
We can achieve much more ...
Only it would be warmed by the breath,
Only there is a will to live again!
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Life - it means a moment
To live - that means to fight ...
Feel - as blow.
Well, love - too hard.
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Life - a piano keys.
In her light - the joy, and the next - the sadness.
As it reach to the heavens welcome?
You just try to .... her play!
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Life sometimes is not easy,
What sin - to conceal unjust.
The main thing - when in hand hand,
Not when trouble just past.
Life sometimes happens - though zavoy,
Frankly, so sick.
But the important thing is that one is always with you,
Well, let him stupid, inept.
And yet there is a sadness,
With spooky unrequited longing.
When you want to say, but so be it,
Anyway, the whole world seems sleepy.
Life sometimes does not happen as a board
With the white pieces on black.
The main thing - when hand in hand.
The rest - buy and multiply.
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