Публікації за тегом: Поезії

"He is a sailor from Mariupol.
On the morning of the invasion.
His brother-in-law's family fled
their home for the port city.
Half an hour after they arrived.
The first explosions the family heard far.
Before even finishing their tea,
they decided to leave Mariupol and escape..."

(Kurama)

 

 

"One missile hit close.
While the other struck.
The mall in the centre of Kremenchuk.
“We were working.”
At 16:00 on Monday.
“We thought we were far away from the frontier.”..."

(Kurama)

 

 

 

"‘Orcs’ captured the land.
‘Orcs’ captured, but she’s back to.
‘Orcs’ captured the land.
‘Gandalf the Green’ announced her release from ‘Mordor’.
“I’m grateful to everyone who worked for this result. Tayra is already home.”
“I know that everything will work out and we’ll all be home as I’m now.”
Tayra thanked ‘Gandalf the Green’ for his efforts to get her released.
Tayra and her driver were taken prisoner by ‘orcs’ on March 16.
The same day an ‘orcs’ airstrike hit a theater, killing around 600 people..."

(Kurama)

 

"He lights two candles.
One is for his daughter.
The other is for her daughter.
Both were killed by an ‘orcs’ shell in Mariupol.
Every day in Vinnytsia.
At the Holy Transfiguration Cathedral.
Stunningly ornate.
‘My dear girls, time will come when we meet.’"

(Kurama)

 

““In Lysychansk, if you are alive.
It’s a good day,” now almost in ‘orcs’ hands.
Leaving nothing but scorched earth.
‘Mordor’ is erasing history.
Some still trying to get out of their homes.
Rushing to board an armoured truck.
Scattering and ducking for cover.
At the sound of another shell...”
 
(Kurama)

 

"Мій хрест горить. Він на тотемі.
Він в попіл ладен. Лиш би край.
Усім болить.
Усім, хто в темі. Усім, хто здатен.
І нехай."

(Христина Стець)

 

 

 

"The true extent of the horror is hard to uncover.
The true existence of the hellhole is hard to uncover.
Telliing as her eyes water.
She fled Mariupol just two weeks ago.
With the help of her daughter..."

(Kurama)

 

 

 

 

"Irpin is on the doorstep of Kyiv.
A haven for families before the war.
In a red coat for four weeks.
In a street of the leafy town.
Lying where she’d been trampled once.
Under the wheels of ‘orcs’ armoured vehicles.
In a red coat for four weeks.
Not once but over and over again..."

(Kurama)

 

 

"For the passion to the skies.
The Sviatohirsk Lavra ablaze.
A wooden monastery.
All Saints Monastery.
Prayers engulfed.
Upon Holy Hill..."

(Kurama)

 

 

 

"‘Orcs’ captured the land.
‘Orcs’ captured, but she’s back to.
‘Orcs’ captured the land.
From her native Mariupol almost to ‘Mordor’.
She miraculously returned to Kyiv through ‘Gandalf the Green’.
She smiles and doesn’t let go of her grandpa.
So that no one would kidnap her anymore.
The most precious thing with her is her dad’s mobile phone.
This is the only thing she has left from her dad..."

(Kurama)

 

"Pummelling surrounding villages.
Forcing thousands to flee.
‘Orcs’ are on the outskirts.
To the east and south.
She has decided.
For her youngest children.
It’s time to leave Mykolaiv.
To hug and goodbye..."

(Kurama)

 

"Батьківська хата — Берегиня роду.
Вона скарбниця золота,
Де зберігається знання родоводу
Та історія рідного народу."

(Людмила Кибалка)

 

 

 

 

"For the freedom.
For the freedom of the entire civilised world.
The light and the darkness.
The light and the darkness between ‘Mordor’ and the entire world.
Three months a soldier.
Three months a soldier had put university on hold.
Engaged he believes.
Engaged he believes in the mission of his life..."

(Kurama)

 

 

"“I am ready to continue my fight.”
In a hospital bed in his home city, Poltava.
His pelvis is supported by metal scaffolding.
His recovery should take around eight months.
Despite the concerned look on his mother's face.
He has no doubt what he wants to do next.
“It could be both at the frontline or somewhere else.”
“I’ll help the army to bring victory over ‘orcs’ closer.”
A smiling 25-year-old soldier.
Suffered many injuries while trying to defend Mariupol..."
(Kurama)

 

"Where am I coming?
It’s a wrong road.
Shot and burnt.
Familiar cars need familiar faces.
Where am I coming?
It’s a wrong road.
Twisted and crumbled away.
Familiar fences need familiar faces..."

(Kurama)

 

"Pinning shadows against walls.
Raise me up. Raise me up.
Feeling the breathing of fire blazes.
Raise me up. Raise me up.
Creeping frozen darkness up on me.
Warm me up. Warm me up.
Leading flames on my own.
Warm me up. Warm me up."

(Kurama)

 

"вулкани воєн
вирвані з глибин воєм 
наближаючись до твого дому
намагаються наблизити його теж
до дна
ціною спустошень пожеж 
багна 
дико
задля стискання горлечка 
яке розривається криком 
спротиву вибухів болю
їх вистачить світ затопити вволю..."

(Галина Мирослава)

 

"Welcome home, dear sunshine.
A gracious smile. Yes, I’m alive.
Welcome home, dear sunshine.
Deep in the sky. Yes, I’m alive.
Welcome home, dear sunshine.
Long absence. Yes, I’m alive...."

(Kurama)

 

 

"Where is the board?
Caissa is with me.
Art, only art.
Her ruthless breast can move.
Endless bombardment.
Without water and food.
Trapped or luring?
Playing chess..."

(Kurama)

 

 

"How many legs?
How many griefs?
I’ve thought over.
If I didn’t go.
How many angers?
How many tears?
I think over.
If I didn't go..."

(Kurama)