Тетяна Прокоф’єва. Вірші про квіти
"Тільки веснонька прийшла,
Лиш зігрілася земля,
А вже крокус виглядає,
Нам пелюсткою махає."
(Тетяна Прокоф’єва)
Марія Дем'янюк. Весняні поезії
"Квітень взяв у руки пензлик:
Нумо малювати!
Одягнув у білу сукню
Вишень деревцята.
Барва жовта у нарцизів,
А також в кульбабки,
І тюльпанові шеренги
Окрасою грядки..."(Марія Дем'янюк)
"висіяний з неба біль
перемішує з криком страх і ненависть
вона ж
стоїть
мужньо обнесена вогнями
хоча життя доокіл розсипається як її будинки
і присипає землею..."(Галина Мирослава)
““We are invincible.”
She joked.
She then wished you.
A “quiet night.”
The sun sets on Kharkiv.
And much of the city.
Remains dark.
As residents conserve power...”(Kurama)
““I had a hunch.
That someone was.
Watching me.
My heart was pounding.”
Agent One.
Takes photos.
As he crouches down.
In some bushes...”(Kurama)
“She has now.
Left her village.
Near the border.
With ‘Mordor’.
When ‘orcs’ planes began.
Bombing her border village.
In northern Ukraine.
She refused to leave...”(Kurama)
“A volunteer who evacuates civilians.
Showed you a message.
From a resident.
A few days ago.
“The basement where people were.
Staying on Soborna Street.
Has been hit,” it says.
“A lot of people have died.”...”(Kurama)
Марія Дем'янюк. Поезії — МАМІ
"...Поміж хмарами пливе небесний човен,
Хвилі, тихе плесо, мамин гомін...
Я ж долонями до хвильок доторкнуся:
За лілею дякую, матуся..."(Марія Дем'янюк)
“After months of heavy fighting.
‘Orcs’ forces appear.
Close to surrounding.
The ruins of Avdiivka.
Where frostbite is taking its toll.
On ‘elves’ troops.
The man's fist looked unrecognisable.
Like a split and bruised peach...”(Kurama)
"No face, no name.
But minds.
Welcome to secret classes.
In Melitopol.
Like millions of other ‘elves’.
In the early weeks of.
‘Orcs’ full-scale invasion of Ukraine.
She was forced from her home...°(Kurama)
““The entire river crossing.
Is under constant fire.
I've seen boats.
With my comrades on board.”
“Just disappear into the water.
After being hit.
Lost forever.
To the Dnipro river.”...”(Kurama)
““My daughter kept.
Screaming and crying.
That we forgot daddy.
I needed to be strong.”
On 24 February 2022.
‘Mordor’ invaded Ukraine.
That morning.
Her life “changed forever”...”(Kurama)
“He has the sort of chuckle.
That's hard to resist.
Deep and treacly and mischievous.
“I'm still alive.”
He said, tilting his head.
To one side in his wheelchair.
Like a spectator marvelling at.
Someone else's magic trick...”(Kurama)
"You heard the screams.
From far away.
They came floating.
Across the rows of the dead.
Across the rows of the dead.
Over other graves.
Still waiting.
To be filled...“(Kurama)
"He lost his mum.
He lost his dad.
He lost his two grandparents.
Last October.
They were all killed.
In a missile attack.
On his village of Hroza.
In north-eastern Ukraine..."(Kurama)
Kurama (Japan). «A poet on second anniversary» — a poem about the russian invasion of Ukraine
““None of us will allow.
Our Ukraine to end.”
‘Gandalf the Green’ said.
In an address in the capital Kyiv.
He was joined by Western leaders.
In a show of solidarity.
‘Gandalf the Green’ said.
In his speech on Saturday that...”(Kurama)
"It translates.
As “crooked horn”.
But ‘Gandalf the Green’ calls.
Kryvyi Rih his “big soul and heart”.
‘Gandalf the Green’ credits.
This gritty, industrial city.
With moulding.
His character..."(Kurama)
"As he slowly began.
To regain consciousness.
In his hospital bed.
In Kyiv.
He realized.
He couldn't see, speak.
Or feel his legs.
But he could hear his wife’s voice..."(Kurama)
"Within the first hour.
Of you arriving.
There were two sirens.
And incoming artillery fire.
This city Kupiansk was occupied.
For six months.
And then liberated.
Last year..."(Kurama)
Kurama (Japan). «A poet searching for», «A poet released» — two poems about war in Ukraine
“‘Orcs’ captured the land.
‘Orcs’ captured, but he’ll be back to.
‘Orcs’ captured the land.
He has been searching for.
His brother for nearly two years.
His brother is one of thousands.
Of ‘elves’ civilians...”(Kurama)