Публікації за тегом: Вірші

"Любімо Україну,
І що б там не було,
Не зрадимо її ми,
Творімо злагоду й добро!.."

(Вероніка Кремінна)

 

 

 

 

"чи та ти
котра
стоячи по  вуха в шумах 
уміє читати простір
занурений з головою в хустини* туманів
що приховують сльози на очах..."

(Галина Мирослава)

 

 

 

"Стогне Дніпр
Змиває кручі
І ковтає 
Сльози
З Бучі
Тяжеліють
Кров‘ю
Хмари
Тягнуть
Потяги
Криваві
Вітер
Їх несе
Солоний
На ворожії
Кордони..."

(Ірина Потапенко)

 

"Я люблю свою бабусю
Я бабусенькин лизунчик,
Солоденький я мазунчик,
Я до бабці притулюся,
Так люблю свою бабусю!.."

(Марія Дем'янюк)

 

 

 

 

"Keeping a stiff upper lip.
Dressing in black.
Now is the time for us to dance 
our Graduation Waltz.
Keeping a stiff upper lip.
Dressing in white.
Here is the place for us to dance 
our Graduation Waltz..."

(Kurama)

 

"In the wordless war.
In the wordless world.
My land is alive on my toes.
In the wordless war.
In the wordless world.
My land is kicking on my toes..."

(Kurama)

 

 

 

"When there was a burial.
Of our pilots.
Two blue aircraft made a circle.
Above the city.
Five people were killed.
And another 25 were injured.
When missiles struck the central city.
Of Kropyvnytskyi..."

(Kurama)

 

"He carries on farming as shells explode.
On the nearby frontline.
A boom, like distant thunder rolled.
Over the wheat fields due west of Slovyansk.
Perched on his seat in a combine harvester.
He could see clouds of smoke.
From missiles hitting an industrial area.
Then another, thinner plume from ‘orcs’ on the frontline..."

(Kurama)

 

"Death comes quickly in the Donbas.
‘Orcs’ shells take mere seconds to land.
Recovering dead bodies of ‘elves’ and ‘orcs’ soldiers.
Killed in combat in the Donbas.
He has lost count of the bodies over the past five months.
He thinks it's more than 300, but he cannot be sure.
He and his men drive a refrigerated white van.
Marked with a red cross, to carry out their work..."

(Kurama)

 

"It was a beautiful sunny day.
And she was smiling.
Pushing her pink chair.
In front of her.
Her pink pushchair lies on its side.
Smeared with blood on a strip of grass.
Outside the ruins of the Jubilee building.
On 14 July..."

(Kurama)

 

"On the corner of Yablonska Street.
He was a welder who lived a quiet life.
His wife stands outside their destroyed home.
“I wish ‘orcs’ had killed me too.”
On the corner of Yablonska Street.
Her father stands in their destroyed home.
“I felt empty when they killed him.
I only wanted to die.”
On the corner of Yablonska Street..."

(Kurama)

 

"Taxi driver and father of four.
He is the sole survivor in Bucha.
In the early hours of 24 February.
He was driving his taxi in Kyiv and heard explosions.
He struggled to believe it was actually happening.
His first thought that morning was to get the family's IDs.
If they were going to have to flee, they needed passports.
He quickly drove the 40km towards Brovary where they lived..."

(Kurama)

 

 

"дні
початі з азів
по азимутах 
проритих війною
дихають Азовом сталлю
ніби болю
не знають
не знатимуть
по зову серця 
як заклик віків
тримаючи віру
під ангельський спів..."

(Галина Мирослава)

 

«Надія є», «Ночі спокійної», «Дивний сад» — пісні на слова поетеси Тетяни Строкач, музику до яких написала неймовірна херсонська композиторка Ольга Тимошенко. Слухаймо, читаймо!

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Вiйна знецiнила життя,
I душi вщент заполоняють
Безмежний простiр в небесах,
А ïх з землi iще гукають,
Хоч скрiзь ненависть, бiль та страх."

(Юлiя Дмитренко-Деспоташвiлi)

 

 

 

"...I’m waiting for you to hear your voice.
I’m praying for you to read your words.
What a long long long silence is passing and passing at home.
Wherever you go now, I’m calling your name, my dear son.
Where do you go now? My hair is turning whiter, my dear son.
Wherever you stand now, I’m calling your name, my dear son.
Where do you stand now? My hair is turning whiter, my dear son."

(Kurama)

 

"Be patient. Be patient. 
Too much patient but not enough to see you.
Be patient. Be patient. 
On my way from home to where you have a few days.
Be patient. Be patient. 
Too much patient but not enough to call you.
Be patient. Be patient.
On my way through half of Ukraine by bus..."

(Kurama)

 

"A few residents are trying to survive.
Among the ruins in Saltivka.
Shaking her head. A tear still under her eye.
“How many have been killed now?”
“And just boys, 18 years old.
They had only just begun to live.”
The frontline was less than 10 miles away.
There are fears that ‘orcs’ troops might return to Kharkiv.
A few residents are trying to survive.
Among the ruins in Saltivka..."

(Kurama)

 

"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)