Стихи собственного сочинения на русском и английских языках.

by Natalia Sidorova

English as a Foreign Language Teacher

Poetry is the universal language of the soul. Verses are born when the heart speaks. You may speak any language but only the languages you love can express how you feel… For me these languages are my native Russian and English. Poetic vision is vulnerable but it is not the point not to share it.

So enjoy and let prose of life treat you kindly…

Sometimes when something happens the way you didn’t expect you may feel frustrated. Still you may always find strength within and go on. Try not to give up, just take a pause:

And I will come… another day and time

Another life. Through crazy expectations.

Through rain of hopes, through pennies, nickels, dimes.

I’ve frozen all those dreams and observations.

On a volcano dance is style of life, don’t worry!

Poetic thoughts expressed are how my heart can speak.

To tell the truth, I’m devastated, sorry--

Still strong enough to live –and NEVAH weak.

22 July 2013

Once in a while life can give you a precious present you have been waiting for so long. The only one sparkle—just have a look and notice it, be open to changes, be ready to enter a new world with brand new expectations:

The chance will never ask what your plans are

The sky will never say how far the star

The one and only flash can change your way

You open doors of hope…

God bless that day!

19 July 2013

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If there is something that matters it can always make your life brighter and putting your energy into it you can understand how many colors may paint your path. Even the Universe will feel it and contribute to realizing your ambitions:

When you take steps to reach your lifelong dream

And suddenly you feel you’re short of air

You feel like fitting up and strike’ the beam

It seems that nothing else you care you can bear…

I do believe in those who trust in me…

I do believe in Universal wisdom…

When we can pay all debts and we are free

Creating temple sweet and kind kingdom…

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The problem we come across so often is a choice. Where to go, with whom to stay…You remember the parable about an ass that is equally hungry and thirsty is placed precisely midway between a stack of hay and a pail of water. Since the paradox assumes the ass will always go to whichever is closer, it will die of both hunger and thirst since it cannot make any rational decision to choose one over the other. So that is how one can feel when he or she faces choice:

Two hearts to love

Two roads to meet

Two lovely doves

Too narrow street

I’m split, oh God!

Still see the light

One tells me “not”

One holds me tight.

Two beauties once

Were given…Great!

One beauty runs

One faces fate…

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Love lyrical poems don’t need any preface except the greatest quotation of Russian singer, musician and actor Vladimir Vysotsky

В. С. Высоцкий, «Баллада о любви» 

Remembers

The air remembers….

The paper knows all…

The body that trembles…

The spirits that fall…

The distance remembers

The voice and your light…

The soul that still trembles…

Burnt  love at first sight…

The pen still remembers…

The whole Universe…

All over she trembles…

My blessing……. My curse…….

13 марта 2013

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“Never again” broke the world into pieces.

“Never again”  were the last words to say…

“Never again.” You don’t know but he misses…

Burning and melting I just hear  you pray…

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Never forget. Never regret.

Last year’s snow…

Never expect.

Truly respect.

Stop and let’s go…

New Year’s Eve.

Happily live.

Hoping in vain…

New Year’s Day

Prayers I say

Catching last train.

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The Orchid with the scent of yesterday’s emotion…

The scream of heart, first dreams of the Devine…

The subtle pleasure of a body lotion…

The pain and blessing…Entity of Wine.

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The door is open. Please, come in.

My heart is playing, violin.

You’re standing. Оne. And you are near.

Your voice, your scream…all that I hear.

God knows what’ll happen in a day,

You’re mine, I’m yours, we go away.

Who is to blame? We’re playing cards.

I’m your bull's eye. You play darts.

I’m dreaming now. I’ve nothing got.

Except my soul, your love and hope.

Remember me! And you forgot…

The way’s behind like a rope.

And nothing left. We’ll farewell.

But still my mind’s looking for…

I’m knocking. Door is with no bell…

I’m knocking. Silence…words no more…

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Philosophy of Love. ..Your Lady.

The Game of living through romance.

The chemistry of feelings… Ready.

Lost. Born again. The Sun of Chance.

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I was painting life.

You have chosen the colors--are bright.

Road is sharp like a knife.

you have chosen a path--Were you right?

 Rushing through woods and storm

I am awfully sorry—bad luck…

Running backward …to Rome

Holding stars in the hands… in the dark.

The world is big. New challenges appear every day. A lot of issues are being discussed  and lots of people are caught in a net. We work day by day, bound by someone else’s orders or whatsoever.  A wave of mixed feelings came over and that is how this verse came up:

A tangled swamp. You sweat as slave.
You do your best to reach the top.
But all you do is shadowed-brave,
And Spirit says, "You'd better stop. 
Stop now and feel with every cell
Angelic Beauty of the World,

 Abundant Love, the sacred Bell
And Joy which soul can now unfold. "

World-wide support. Longing for peace.
Complete submission blinds eyes.
You'll close your heart before you miss
The perfect calm in Paradise.

What does the future hold? Big dreams? 
Great expectations? Constant streams
Of probabilities? Of love? Of universal bless?
World's changing...Chaos...No address.

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World-wide support…Longing for #peace.
Complete submission blinds eyes.
Open your heart and never miss
The perfect calm in Paradise.

That poem was dedicated to my friend from Canada and I was so glad that social platform made it possible meet each other:

Two countries across the ocean.

The flame of eternal love.

The maple and birch trees’ motion…

The brotherhood’s here and above.

We burn the ice, we are rocking.

United and never apart…

Decisions sometimes are shocking

Although we are ready to start.

You are far away- distance term-

Your heart is quite near, by me-

Just wait. Make a pause. Embrace-we-…

What’s left? Sweetest dreams? Nostalgia…

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The other days I watched a movie. Dedicated to history,  its war pages, WW2. 
Sometimes I smiled,  sometimes I cried--tragic of the world involved private destiny. Love, heroic deeds of our grandfathers. 
Here is what came to my mind after watching Stalingrad:

The earth was breathing
Through War and pain.
The air's fire
Hot deadly rain...

They stood--the heroes
Too far-too close
All broken mirrors...
One LOVE-one LOSS...

They saved. They hear
The words of Peace.
They are so near--
--Above. Beneath.

(to be continued))

The changes coming, people going—

can’t find those who are the same

Life’s Russian roulette-

It is flowing

God’s only one

Who wins this game.